Hogwarts Basement 1, Dungeon Section.

Due to the Black Lagoon, the water vapor below is constantly rising through the cracks in the rocky dirt, and the darkness and dampness are mixed here, making the area close to the Slytherin common room particularly cold compared to the Hufflepuff common room.

Even in the heat of summer, it still maintains a chilling 'coolness', it is a nest of snakes and reptiles, and it is said that in the founder's time, this area was a veritable underground cell, and Salazar Slytherin was keen on the study of the dark arts, and in those presumptuous times, his experiments often required a lot of special 'research materials'.

Although the bloody aura that once permeated this place hundreds of years ago has disappeared, this gloomy and cold aura has never left Hogwarts for a moment.

The Potions classroom was set up here, and the damp water vapor was driven away by magic, and the cool underground area was a good place to store potions, but at this moment, the wet exterior walls were filled with not only all kinds of magic materials, but also a group of young wizards who seemed to have been freeze-dried.

This group of innocent and curious children once thought that the study of magic must be full of mysterious and interesting knowledge, even if it was a difficult transfiguration, in fact, there was something that fascinated them, but after coming here with a good attitude, things changed.

After passing through a long corridor walled by specimen jars, the dark classroom filled with mossy green light made their hearts sink continuously, and there were still hours before dark, but when they stepped into this place, it seemed that dusk was a thing of the past, and the inverted time and space here kept piling up the fear of the unknown.

The hands of the clock slowly slipped to the established position, and the little wizards with tight heartstrings subconsciously focused their eyes on the closed door of the classroom, the heavy black oak door opened silently, and a tall shadow stepped into the shadow of the door.

There was a pair of cold and ruthless, dead eyes soaked in dead silence stared at them, those eyes without emotion fluctuations were like blades made of extremely cold ice, and when this gaze touched them, everyone couldn't help but shrink their bodies.

"Quiet—"

In the classroom, where pins were already heard, the heartbeats of the little wizards seemed to have become cautious because of these words.

When the visitor broke out of the shadows and walked to the front of the classroom, people finally saw his appearance clearly.

The tall middle-aged man had smooth and dense black hair, and his shoulder-length hair was combed into a somewhat old-fashioned middle, probably because he had just washed his hair not long ago, and his hair was slightly fluffy, but this did not ruin his cold and majestic appearance in the slightest.

Unlike the other professors, the man wore a large black cape, and instead of a black uniform cloak under the cloak, a slightly older but new black tuxedo-style gown outlined his shapely figure, the white shirt underneath was not tied with a bow tie, the top two buttons were unbuttoned, and a silver necklace seemed to be faintly visible.

Probably people rely on clothes, even with such an indifferent and ruthless face, after matching this clothes, his temperament has undergone some changes.

If you really want to give a more appropriate description, then the first image that comes to people's minds must be a gangster godfather who wields power and kills, but maintains cold elegance.

Even though his hands were stained with blood, the splash of red could not stain his body, he was not a raging lion, nor a poisonous snake with its fangs exposed, and the incomprehensible momentum mixed with an untouchable cold majesty in him.

He was Severus Snape, the man in Hogwarts who had never dared to be angered by a student, even a Gryffindor, who was proud of his death, could only bow his head, shed the fur of the so-called lion cub, and turn into a well-behaved and obedient kitten to be manipulated at will.

His gaze was levelled ahead, and a growing sense of oppression was accumulating.

Snape had already glanced around the classroom indifferently several times, but the figure he cared so much about didn't appear!

Harry's physique, which was taller than the average wizard, couldn't be hidden, but he seemed to have vanished out of thin air, and didn't appear in the classroom.

'Skip class on the first day!' Penny, how do you teach kids?! ’

'I've said a long time ago, that bastard Jaime isn't a good thing!' ’

'Learn from your mother, Harry, and if you dare to learn from your unbeatable bastard father, I'll break your legs!' ’

Although the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, Snape, whose mental activity was as violent as a volcanic eruption, had already entered the second stage of rage.

The terrifying pressure of this thirty-second silent gaze was beyond the upper limit of the tolerance of many young wizards, who were originally a group of eleven-year-olds, who had never encountered such a terrifying momentum.

On the eve of a group of shivering children who almost crackled and shed tears, a rush of footsteps from far and near came from a distance.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

The sound of a knock on the wooden door interrupted Snape's unintentional build-up, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a group of students with tears in their eyes, but he would not comfort anyone, he would not and he would not want to.

"Come in."

Snape opened his mouth coldly, and after he looked away, the little wizard whose body was already tense to the limit suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't dare to make too much noise, they could only cover their mouths with their sleeves and gasp secretly.

The door was pushed open, and Harry, who was a little out of breath from the rapid running, tried to adjust his breathing, although there was an hour's break between the Charms class and the Potions class, but he and Professor Flitwick's small experiment was delayed too much, Harry was still in a daze for a while, and when he came back to his senses, it was less than five minutes before the class, even if he was in a hurry, it was still a step too late.

"Sorry I'm late." Wiping a handful of fine sweat from his forehead, Harry walked in in a hurry, "I'm sorry, teach...."

After seeing Snape's dress, Harry's voice slammed, and the godfather almost blurted out, after all, Snape's temperament image is really ..... It's too much of a resemblance.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm late."

Harry, who quickly changed his words, hurriedly said, like Snape before, Harry's heart also set off a tsunami-like shock.

'What about good sallow cheeks and oily hair that hasn't been washed for ten years?' Are you dressed like this, and you're worried that you can't find anyone to marry in the past ten years? It's really not good to grab one, isn't it a blood loss to dress up and do something that loses your conscience?! ’

The cranky thoughts in his mind were quickly kicked aside by Harry, and he saw Snape's slightly furrowed brow, if he didn't give an explanation, it is estimated that even if he was his godfather, Harry would not think that he could be better.

"Professor Flitwick invited me to join his dueling club because I accidentally delayed it too long....."

"Alright."

Snape, still in a nonchalant tone, interrupted Harry.

"Get back to your place."

Snape turned and pulled a piece of parchment from his bosom.

The little wizards silently watched Harry walking towards them, and in this brief moment, the little wizards who had turned into a crowd of melon eaters began to make up for Harry's aftermath.

Yes, the aftermath.

It's not that the little wizards are so pessimistic, but because Snape's notoriety has been known to them from many seniors, and although the seniors are all passing by quickly, these clues and what happened to them are enough for them to make inferences.

It is said that all the unlucky people who fall into Snape's hands will be captured for inhumane experiments, and it is best to be able to leave a whole corpse, and those who are confused and have blurred memories after the end of confinement are the worst, even if these people will perform quite well in the brewing of a certain potion in the days that follow, but people are more willing to believe that Snape took something from that guy, maybe a seventh of his soul?

Those promised compensation are just a cover for people's ears, after all, being dragged by the devil to do forced transactions, you will always lose more than you gain.

At Hogwarts, there are the fewest school legends about Snape, but each one is the most terrifying and terrifying.

After Harry sat down, Neville, who was sitting next to him, had even begun to pray for Harry with his hands folded, hoping that Merlin would be merciful and bless Harry with a good life.

But the expected terrible punishment did not materialize, Harry sat down unharmed, placing the textbook tools on the table unharmed, and the first words that Snape spoke when he returned to the back of the lectern were not about Harry.

"Hannah Abbott."

Snape began the roll call, without any other action, not even a point deduction for Hufflepuff, even if Harry was just late.

As the names on the parchment continued to decrease, the young wizards slowly came back to their senses, as if they had heard only a few words..... It's not that accurate.

It is true that Snape is very scary, and his expressionless and indifferent face is different from any other professor, but aside from that, in fact, Snape's seriousness is the same as that of Professor McGonagall, which is a strict requirement for classroom discipline, and this seriousness is acceptable to young wizards.

The little wizards who had just been almost frightened to collapse quickly exonerated Snape in their minds, as if this would save them some of the humiliating looks that almost cried in their hearts.

"Now that you're all here."

Snape put away the parchment with the student's name written on it, his voice soft, but very gripping at the moment.

"You're here to learn the exact science and rigorous craft of making potions. Since you don't have to wave your wand stupidly, many of you won't believe it's magic. ”

The young wizards shook their heads subconsciously, as if to tell Snape that they believed, not only because Professor Flitwick had said in class that Potions was an important subject, but also because they had dissipated their suspicions of Snape at this moment.

This somewhat different performance made Snape pause slightly, it seems that this year's little wizards are a little different from previous years? Is it getting smarter?

With this speculation in mind, Snape's mood seemed to be a little happier again, if it was not at all comparable to the satisfaction of 'Flitwick is so discerning, and he can see at a glance that my Harry is amazingly talented', but it is also a rare emotion.

"Perhaps...," Snape spoke again, "after rigorous training, you will be able to appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance, and perhaps you will be able to comprehend the magic of the liquid that flows into people's veins at some point in the future, the thrilling and mind-shifting magic of the fluid." ”

"I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death—"

This calm narrative seems to carry a dark temptation that involuntarily evokes a yearning in people's hearts.

"Harmony, mixing materials with different magical powers with crucibles, your hands, your magic power is the magic wand of the conductor, we are concocting potions, but at the same time, we are also brewing miracles that spells cannot reach."

"Spells may solve ninety percent of the world's problems, but the remaining ten percent of the hardest ones depend on the miracles we brew from the cauldron."

"Put away your wands and open your books."

Snape tapped lightly on the blackboard, and several neat rows of books appeared on the board.

"Now, everybody goes and weighs the ingredients for a scabies potion, and I'll show you how to handle the different herbs, and now, let's get started."

There was a slight commotion in the silent classroom, the little wizards did not get up immediately frizzy, but carefully determined the type and amount of medicinal materials they needed to take, the recipe written in the book was slightly different from the recipe written by Snape on the blackboard, but they all did not hesitate to choose the formula on the blackboard, no one could tell why, in short, they subconsciously did so.

As time passed, the young wizard became more and more convinced that Snape was indeed a strict professor, but not the pervert he had heard, and although his cold appearance made him dare not look at him directly, other than that, Snape was the same as Professor McGonagall in teaching.

Strict, but not impersonal.

Look at Neville Longbottom, this somewhat silly, hairy guy has made mistakes several times, but Snape didn't roar and hang him, and even gave him a look to stop him from continuing to be stupid, and even before the end of class, Snape even said a few words.

You must know that although Snape is notorious, no one will doubt his Potions prowess, after all, in Hogwarts, where there are many talented teachers, there are only three professors who can be named masters, and he is a master of Potions on the same level as dueling master Flitwick and Transfiguration master McGonagall.

To be able to be corrected many times by such a researcher, this is no longer a simple honor that can be described simply.

What is the virtue of the clumsy Neville Longbottom, how can he accept such a number of reminders? Aside from the answer that Snape was a good professor with a cold heart, the young wizards couldn't find a second suitable reason.

Even Neville, as a person concerned, was quite grateful to Snape in his heart, he knew that he was always clumsy, but Snape's repeated reminders made him stumble to the end.

When the emerald green luster appeared on the crucible, Neville, who was already so moved, almost couldn't help but kowtow to Snape, this was the first time he had successfully completed something since he was born, instead of messing it up, and Snape's next behavior made Neville extremely grateful.

"Nice potion."

Snape looked at the cauldron and nodded slightly, he glanced at Harry, although he almost couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and tear Neville who was in the same group as Harry, if he hadn't carried it, this idiot would have definitely messed up this potion of potions! Although he could also find a reason to give him extra points such as 'Harry is happy to help his classmates', but that kind of excuse is obviously not weighty, and he doesn't want to expose his relationship with Harry, the excuse must be found, and if it succeeds.....

"Hufflepuff plus twenty points."

Snape, who turned away in style, grew as tall as a giant in Neville's eyes, "Professor, this is encouraging me, isn't it?" Obviously I made so many mistakes, but he actually.... Woo woo, cry well....'

Neville was completely unaware that he had rubbed Harry's light because he was teaming up with Harry, and he was only moved to experience the feeling of being encouraged and recognized for the first time.

In the eyes of the other little wizards, what they thought in their hearts was actually not much different from Neville's, and the students who also felt this tenderness seemed to have some respect and gratitude in their eyes when they looked at the cold back.

Professor Snape may look scary, but he's a good man. ’

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