freenovelworld Chapter 270 The exhausted professor
Chapter 270 The exhausted professor
Chapter 270 The exhausted professor
On the second floor of the White Tower, Snape saw a huge neural cyst soaked in the pool. Dumbledore, wearing purple pajamas, was barefoot, holding a large book, mumbling something, and circling the pool. The scene was comparable to a pagan sacrifice.
"Albus, are you dazed?!"
"Severus! You're here just in time, I need your help." Dumbledore rushed to Snape with swift strides, and the names of a lot of potions popped out of his mouth like a cannonball, from detoxification bezoar to The amnesia potion for erasing memories especially requires a large amount of water of life and death. This potion has a strong drowsiness effect, can make the god's brain sleep for a short time, acts as a sedative, and can effectively suppress the riots of the god's cells, so it is very important.
"Tell me first, what is in that pool!"
"This is it." Dumbledore crazily stuffed the "Spellcaster's Guide to Combat" into Snape's hands, "Look, this is the future of the wizarding world."
Snape saw a line of title on the page, "Details of the Master Brain Project of God-level Intelligent Creatures", and the content made him dizzy even more.
"With all due respect, it looks more like brain stew here. And I don't see the point of it."
Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and wrote on the "Guidebook": "I want to raise the dead, what should I do?"
Immediately, a large number of writings appeared in the "Guide", explaining in detail one hundred methods of resurrecting the dead.
Snape's eyes suddenly widened. He pinched Dumbledore's shoulders with his thin fingers and asked loudly: "This book! Can you lend it to me?"
"No need to borrow it. As long as you join us, everyone will have a copy." Dumbledore and Grindelwald smiled.
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A few days later, in the seventh-grade Potions class, students were brewing potion of life and death. Dozens of cauldrons were bubbling and bubbling, and pungent light blue smoke piled up into clouds above the classroom.
The old bat Snape was wandering among the work tables. He looked like a dried bat in a Chinese medicine cabinet, looking lifeless. His greasy face looked like bones coated with white wax, and his deep black eyes revealed A dull and tired stupid light.
A cold, deep voice floated from the depths of his windpipe, and it was as indistinct as it was mixed in the steaming mist from the potion cauldron.
"Add narcissus root powder to the mugwort infusion... Don't heat it too much... Use the side of a silver knife to squeeze the sleepy beans instead of slicing them, so that the juice can come out more easily... You can see that the potion in the crucible has turned a light snow-green color. , then start stirring, counterclockwise seven times, then clockwise once, repeat, repeat, repeat..."
Snape was like a stuck tape, just muttering over and over again, without any further words.
"Professor...Professor? Are you okay?" Percy couldn't help but ask.
The old bat closed his lips tightly when he heard this, and floated over like a ghost, looking at Percy coldly, "What's the problem, Mr. Weasley?"
Percy gave an "uh" and asked cautiously, "You look tired, Professor, do you need a break?"
"Whenever you can take care of the cauldron, I can rest. Now, don't babble here, and care about your own potions instead of me." He said suddenly to a Ravenclaw girl. Roaring, the dull eyes shot a cold light, "Wrong! You added valerian root too early, and the color of the potion hasn't completely changed yet!"
The girl was so frightened that she apologized again and again. The senior students had been trained by Snape for seven years, and they had already developed a thick skin. They just emptied the potion in the cauldron and prepared to redo it.
"Before class is over, everyone has to hand in a copy of life and death water to me. Those who fail to pass the test should not take the test, so as not to be embarrassing in the test room." Snape returned to the podium, sat down lightly, touched When he saw the soft cushion, the light in his eyes went out instantly, and he leaned back unknowingly, leaning against the back of the chair.
Amidst the tinkling of the ladle against the cauldron, the grunts and murmurs of the students, and the strange and fragrant smell of the evaporated potion, the groggy classroom finally made Snape collapse completely. He tilted his head, his greasy hair slipped into his mouth, he slept soundly, his breathing was so weak that he couldn't even blow his hair.
At the end of the class, the students put the bottled water of life and death on the display table, and couldn't help but come forward to watch Snape's sleeping appearance.
"He looks like a baby," a female student said softly, "I really want to take a picture of this scene."
"I've never seen a baby with such oily hair."
"It turns out that old bats also need to sleep."
"I brought a camera."
"Quick shot, brother, the old bat seems to be waking up."
Snape took a deep breath when he woke up, feeling as if the machine had been reactivated. He opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to a cold and deep color.
The students ran away one by one, pretending to be indifferent.
"What are you doing around here?"
"Professor, get out of class is over and our potion has been finished."
Snape stood up to check the potions, and his harsh expression relaxed slightly when he saw that all the potions were qualified. "Finally smart for once. I mean, no one was stupid after all. Let's all go back. Mr. de Lin, please stay here."
The students slipped out through the front door, and the boy looked at the photo in his hand in a frightened sneak shot. He just showed a smug smile. The next second, Snape in the room waved his wand, and the photo with the dark history burned automatically, almost killing the students. burnt fingers.He was tongue-tied and could only leave angrily in the end.
Linde and Snape were the only ones left in the classroom. The gloomy professor stood slowly in front of the transfer student, his eyes met, as if invisible swords were clashing in the air.
But soon, Snape bowed to Lind and said softly: "Master of the tower, our guide of truth, humble apprentice salutes you."
Others see the professor saying hello, but it's the other way around when it comes to Linde, but they also have their own opinions. One is called the other party's professor and the other is called the other party's tutor. The scene is quite humorous.
"Professor Snape, I don't remember that the Conclave stipulates that apprentices need to salute their disciples. There is no master-disciple contract between you and me. So there is no need to be formal."
"Anyway, I must thank the Tower of Libraries. I see hope." Ripples appeared on Snape's face.
Linde didn't try to read minds. Snape was a master of Occlumency, and it was quite difficult to detect his thoughts.But there was only one person in this world who could make Snape so steadfast, and Harry could guess that Snape wanted to fuck him just by looking at this little expression.
"You want to resurrect Ms. Lily Potter? This is not necessarily the best solution. Ms. Potter has been dead for too long, and it may not be a good thing to bring her back to the world of the living. If you want to make up for your regrets, you can try to travel to The past of the parallel world. After the resurrection, Ms. Potter is still the wife of Mr. James Potter and the mother of Harry. If you want to restore the relationship between your childhood sweetheart, rebirth is a good way."
"It doesn't matter. You know a lot of things, but you don't understand this...feeling." Snape seemed to be talking to himself, "It doesn't matter whose wife or mother she is. I... I have done harm to her, and she is to blame for everything, as long as she can survive, it doesn't matter what the future holds."
Linde also fell silent. He really didn't understand and couldn't refute.
Snape coughed and changed the subject: "I would like to ask you to take over a few classes for me. Students in fifth grade and below will have to trouble you. I have been too busy recently."
"Haven't you already figured out a way to reduce your burden?" Linde jokingly smiled at the old bat, "It's a good idea to let students share the work for you. The preparation of life and death water was taught last year. How about you? Shouldn’t we be ashamed of exploiting students’ labor force?”
The old bat's face was not red, and his heart was not beating. He said plausibly: "This is to review the textbook for you, and I have provided a better refining method than the textbook. It is a pharmaceutical experience that is hard to find."
"Okay, you have a point. I can do it for you, but you have to give a reasonable reward."
"Ten galleons for one lesson."
Lind reached out and touched it, turning the podium into pure gold, showing a calm smile of the nouveau riche. Snape's tooth ached, and he added, "How about a bottle of Felixir?"
"If I want to make life wonderful, the world will sing for me." Linde remained unmoved.
"Then...you can make your request."
Linde stretched out three fingers, and slowly took one back under Snape's trembling gaze.
"Then you agree to two things. First, I hope you wash your hair every day. (Old Bat frowns) Second, you have to give points to Gryffindor. Twenty points per class is a good deal."
As the head of Slytherin, the stingy Snape never put too much pressure on the students of other houses.
"...I agree." After a moment, Snape gritted his teeth and agreed to Lind's request.
In the next few days, in the scoring hourglasses of the four houses at the entrance of the auditorium, Gryffindor's almost dry score gems surged like a flood. The students were also shocked to find that Snape looked like he had used Rejoice, his hair was extremely dry, and he looked dull when he walked.
Professor McGonagall's curiosity was like a little paw scratching her heart. As the vice-principal, she knew nothing about the successive abnormal phenomena in the school. She hinted to Dumbledore many times whether he needed help. But the principal just smiled tiredly: "It's too early, it's too early..."