"Harry, I'll tell you."

After leaving the Slytherin chamber, Snape was as if he had awakened some second personality, gloomy? What Rausch is gloomy! Snape, who had never closed his mouth, had a smile on his face the whole time, and the appearance of this sunny and cheerful boy made Dumbledore unbearable, and halfway through, Dumbledore casually found an excuse to slip away, muttering something like 'I really live today' as he walked, and the question mark hanging on his head couldn't disappear for half a day.

However, an hour of communication in the little dark room allowed Snape to directly update his own version of cognition, although Slytherin lived more than a thousand years ago, but some things, will not become 'outdated' because of time, even if his research is placed now, it will not be outdated at all.

I don't know what Slytherin taught Snape in the Chamber of Secrets, but it's definitely not a 'normal' thing to think about.

The only reason Snape, who admits and accepts that he is not a good man, will not be turned into a 'good man' by Slytherin's words, and that he will become a 'good man' who likes silly fun, and that is so excited is that the bad old man of Slytherin has taught him something terrible, and made him realize how much he has been tinkering with the gadgets he has been tinkering with. Childish and naïve.

Harry had no doubt that Slytherin had this ability, after all, his identity as the Awakened had already been confirmed, and the Awakened. There is a half-step neurological patient with extreme psychological problems, Slytherin is a dark wizard who likes to tinker with dark magic, it can be a rumor, but he has definitely done those legendary deeds that the dark wizard can't think of, but because of the influence of the world's great correction, the things he did out of the ordinary can hardly leave many traces, and the awakened are really God's help in the matter of incognito.

Look at the Qinglian Sword Immortal, don't look at his name is still circulating in the world, but the stories that have been handed down, compared to what he really did, are simply not worth mentioning, the most intuitive thing is that he was idle and bored and drank and wrote more than 10,000 poems, but he was stunned that only more than 1,000 poems were handed down, and ninety percent of his glorious resume was erased by an invisible hand, but he still had the remaining one percent to leave a name in history.

Although Slytherin is not as strong as the Blue Lotus Sword Immortal, as the founder of Hogwarts, underestimate his ability, and that is if you deserve to die.

Even though only one of his apparitions remained in the Chamber of Secrets, the apparitions still possessed certain qualities of Slytherin himself, as well as the profound and vast knowledge that he had left in the phantoms to pass on to posterity.

"There was nothing wrong with the decision to leave Hogwarts!"

After pulling Harry to talk for a long time, Snape, who was still unsatisfied, ended with this sentence, as he had just eaten the school's founder's dividend, this statement was no different from mentioning pants and not recognizing people, and Snape, who was full of scumbag attributes in his words, didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it.

"There will definitely be a change at Hogwarts."

Snape said firmly, although Slytherin will not come back to life, let alone do anything in this world, but his impact on Hogwarts is certain, if Snape guessed correctly, most of the Dumbledore who left has been pulled by Slytherin to scold his head and face, although Hogwarts has become such a pot that Dumbledore can't be carried alone, but who has made the previous headmasters gone, just he is alive, who will carry Dumbledore if he doesn't take the blame?

"But such a change does not start and end immediately, and I can better verify the truth of those great conjectures in another place."

Snape's face was filled with a solemn longing similar to that of a pilgrimage, as if a majestic peak had appeared in front of him, waiting for him to climb the mountains and rivers.

He was silent for a moment, then grabbed Harry's hand and said briefly, "Let's go, let's go now." ”

"Where are you going?" Harry, who was pulled by Snape, was wrestling.

"Of course, I'm going to see my teacher, get him out of here, and I'll leave quickly, in case that old man Dumbledore repents, will I really waste my precious time staying in Hogwarts?"

"Pack your bags first" After walking in the direction of the castle gate for a while, a frowning Snape pulled Harry into the stairs of the underground area, "If Dumbledore doesn't let him go, it will be troublesome to come back again." ”

Snape, who is clearly aware of his current self-esteem, has no doubt how low Dumbledore's bottom line will be, especially after being given a death order by Salazar Slytherin, this old man has a thick face and a black heart, what can't he do? What if you lock yourself up in a small black house?

After carefully comparing the force value, Snape was very sure that he would never be able to beat Dumbledore, although he was very proficient in drugged and had the possibility of defeating the strong with the weak, but he couldn't stand Dumbledore and had a trick, press F to summon Grindelwald, and when the time came, he would be mixed doubles, and it would be really Merlin who couldn't save him.

A mixed doubles of black and white, the combat power bonus is not 1+1=2, in the current wizarding world, it is really rare to be able to provoke both of them to shoot at the same time.

Taking advantage of the vacuum window of Dumbledore's education by Slytherin, Snape, who returned to the office, immediately began to pack his luggage, he had been at Hogwarts for more than ten years, he was not familiar with his home in Spider's Tail Alley as the school office, the luxurious Potions laboratory was not his asset, and there were many things in it that could not be bought with gold Gallons, but as a Potions master, he still had a way to get a newer and better set after leaving.

But Snape, who was nostalgic by nature, eventually took away a set of crucible crystal bottles that he was most accustomed to, and the equivalent of gold gallons was piled up on the table as a small mountain.

The lab was emptied, the warehouse was packed, the luggage in the bedroom was counted one by one, and the most important thing about Snape was a closet, not how expensive the clothes were, but how many sets of robes Lily had given him for his birthday, and dozens of photos of Lily that had been pasted on the inner cabinet door after opening the wardrobe door.

"What's wrong Godfather? It's been so long. ”

"No, nothing." Snape calmly closed the cabinet door, and as soon as he raised his hand, the wardrobe flew steadily into the suitcase containing luggage, but compared to Newt's large zoo suitcase, Snape's black suitcase was more like the black magic box that was snatched from the movie, and no one knew whether it contained a stack of green dollars or a test tube of the T-virus after opening.

"I have a hunch that Dumbledore should be coming soon, we need to hurry up, don't be stopped by him, according to my experience, he should be scolded by Slytherin to the point of delirium, and now he is confused."

Two windy men rushed out of the castle gates, Harry was almost dragged by Snape, Snape's black robe fluttered after regaining his cold countenance, and he took one last look at Hogwarts Castle, where he had lived for more than ten years, and went straight through the grass and through the magic gates of Hogwarts.

Hogsmeade was a mile in front of the main entrance, but they didn't need to go that far, after they were out of Hogwarts' magical reach.

"We're leaving, Harry."

With a flicker of figure, they disappeared into the gravel road leading to Hogsmeade.

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Horace Slughorn is an interesting man, he had been the Head of Slytherin House and Professor of Potions at Hogwarts until 1981, he and Snape were both Potions Masters, and had a close teacher-student relationship, but the two lived completely different 'creatures'.

Snape was rigid and rigorous, and aside from his ten-year prejudice against Gryffindor, his personality was a very standard Potions scholar's template, and in this delicate discipline, carelessness was never allowed, and looseness and freedom naturally needed to be restrained.

But Horace is different!

As an old man who was almost a few years old from Dumbledore, his little life was unusually colorful.

Born into the Slughorn family of the Divine Twenty-Eight, he has had a prosperous life since he was a child, and as the only son in the family, his parents doted on him.

He likes to enjoy, especially material enjoyment, although he comes from a wealthy family, but in some ways he is quite 'picky', no, in his words, he likes to experience a colorful, different life.

Although the family has a luxurious mansion, he prefers to go to the villas of the rich Muggles, regardless of whether the owner wants to or not, as a wizard, he has many ways to make the master happy and take his luggage to a place for a pleasant vacation for a few weeks.

Normally, this hope is not allowed, but another characteristic of Horace is that he is very keen to deal with celebrities, and he is also very good at spotting the potential of those who have a glitter of gold in them, and during his decades at Hogwarts, he has established a wide network of slug clubs, and his protégés can be found throughout the European wizarding community.

A few minor violations? No, no, no, how can this be, our benevolent Mr. Horace just saw that those wealthy families were too focused on their careers and neglected the warmth and happiness of family reunions, and he just used some small means to help the family have a good holiday time.

After leaving Hogwarts, he spent ten years of his retirement in style, with a mansion, maids, good wine, good food, and of course, his favorite candied pineapple, and the casual and comfortable life of this chubby old man is hardly recognizable as a master professor of Potions, a specialist in the discipline of Potions.

Wouldn't this kind of careless life make him accidentally misplace any ingredients when brewing potions?

The answer is no.

Horace Slughorn never missed, and his best Potions of Blessing was one of the most esoteric and complex disciplines in Potions, ten times more stringent than War Potions, and even more demanding precision and control of proportions than the cursed potions and poisons that Snape had been addicted to.

"Finally, add a drop of the pure blood of the unicorn—"

"Knock knock~"

Humming a song and pouring the last potion ingredient into the cauldron, Horace suddenly heard a sharp knock on the door, but his hand was steady, even if the knock was so sudden that he was caught off guard, his hand remained as unmoving as steel.

When the blood of the dripping unicorn fused perfectly with the potion in the cauldron, he carefully put away the crystal container worth a thousand gold and took three steps back steadily.

"It almost scared me to death." Horas, whose legs were weak, fell directly into the soft armchair, his round belly trembling violently, and the violent ripples seemed to spread throughout his body, so that his fleshy chin began to shake and move.

Gasping for breath, Horace looked in the direction of the door with a puzzled look, and he always felt that the shock just now seemed to have a bit of déjà vu.

"Who could it be?"

He muttered, and just as he was about to touch a piece of candied pineapple to suppress his shock, the face of a boy that he would never forget suddenly appeared in his mind!

"Iniquity!"

Horace, who covered his face and screamed, finally remembered the unbearable past.

"Teacher, why is it that ten years have passed, and your protective magic to block the door has not changed at all?"

"It's not safe." A calm and somewhat cold male voice broke into the lavishly decorated mansion, and Snape, who only moved his nose slightly, and knew which room his teacher was in by smell, pushed the door open rudely.

An old man and a young man, a teacher and an apprentice, looked at each other, but there was no joy of reunion after a long absence, trembling hands, and trembling lips.

"Scoundrel, scoundrel! Why are you here? ”

"Still thinking about secretly adding ingredients to my pot, huh?!"

"The good elixir was stunned by you! How did I teach you such a traitor! ”

"I'll tell you! No way! Absolutely no way! ”

Horace's chubby body stood in front of the silver cyclone cauldron, and the determination to live and die with potions was written very clearly on his face.

But Snape's grimace didn't change, he just took a step forward.

Horace took a half-step back.

Snape took another step.

The flames from Horace's retreat cauldron caught his buttocks, causing him to 'snort' in pain and slam his ass on the floor.

"I really doubt it sometimes." Snape stared at his dumb-looking teacher with his characteristic death gaze, "Did you deliberately pour the boiled potion in order to maintain your reputation of zero mistakes?" ”

"You fart! Severus Snape! You fart! ”

The flesh on Horace's face, who jumped on the ground, trembled with anger, "Your teacher and I have been bright and upright all my life, when will I do such a thing, am I the kind of vulgar person who loves vanity and pursues fame and fortune?" ”

"You are."

Snape nodded without hesitation, "When I got my Master Rating, you wanted to glue my certificate and my people to your clothes, so that you could show off everywhere. ”

“.”

Horace was silent for five seconds, then his big chubby hand waved firmly.

"No way, absolutely no way, I don't have any memory of this in my head."

"Because at that time I threatened you that if you don't delete this memory, I will add it to your elixir."

"You added it?"

"Well, I added it."

The corners of Horace's mouth twitched, "Why did you delete this memory after you added it?" ”

"If you don't delete it, I'll pour that pot of freshly baked moldy soup into it."

“.” Horace, whose face was flushed, gritted his head and muttered hatefully, "Criminal. Why did I take such a scoundrel as you?"

"Back then, it was you who took my hand and asked me to learn from you, if my memory is not wrong."

Snape opened his mouth with a cold face, and nodded slightly as a matter of course, "I remember you taking my hand and saying, 'Severus, you will definitely be able to become a world-shocking Potions Master in the future' As you wish, I made some achievements not long after graduating from Hogwarts, you see people very accurately, don't you?" ”

"I'd rather gouge out my own eyes"

Horace, who chose to swing directly, threw his round ass on the armchair, and looked at Snape with a paralyzed face and blank eyes: "Say, what are you looking for this old man like me?" ”

Hearing this, the corners of Snape's mouth turned up slightly, and Horace's body trembled violently after feeling a chill, the key reason why he never failed to make potions was not only that he had a pair of extremely stable hands, nor because he had a big heart that did not panic, but also because he was born with a sixth sense that was sharper than ordinary people, and could vaguely sense the sixth sense of good and bad things happening.

"Let me introduce you."

Snape beckoned behind him, and a stout boy walked through the door with his head bowed slightly.

"This is my godson, Lily's son."

"Harry Potter?!" Before Snape could finish speaking, Horace, who had been lying on the chair, immediately stood up with a smile on his face and took a few steps forward eagerly.

Horace is very fond of dealing with people who have great potential or are famous, and Harry. He has both.

"It's so nice to see you here, hahaha!"

Hearty laughter rang out, and Horace, who opened his hands, gave Harry a warm hug, "Come on, come on, do Harry, I've wanted to see you for a long time, Severus, why didn't you say it sooner." ”

Snape, who had long expected this, smiled vaguely on the side, as if silently speaking: "Old Deng, don't hurry up and explode the gold coins." ”

(End of chapter)