A wide green shadow stood in front of the two of them.
Snape turned his sallow face towards Malfoy, a dark complexion that made others think he was seriously ill.
Those black eyes, like black holes, sucked up all the light around them.
"Come with me." Snape repeated to him blankly, without any extra explanation, as if an order, tough and undeniable.
Seeing Pan Xi holding his arm tightly, he looked worried.
"Miss Parkinson, you don't need to come, and you don't have to worry about it, I'm just talking to Draco." Snape seemed to see through what the girl was thinking, and took the initiative to explain.
Then he turned around, with his hands behind his back, and walked forward with a sullen look on his face, not worried that Malfoy would not keep up with him.
"We have a lot of opportunities to chat, I won't disappear now, you go to eat first." Malfoy whispered a few words in Pansy's ear, comforted her, rubbed her short hair, and followed that Behind the shady man.
Snape touched a portrait with his wand, it was a soldier holding a golden round shield, and the shield was lifted, revealing a ladder.
"The Dark Lord told me. His disobedient subordinates may have caused you some minor troubles. I hope you have not delayed your schedule. Of course, it seems that you are late now. McGonagall was going to make a formal announcement at the morning meeting in the morning This news, however, has been postponed now." Snape raised his shiny wand and walked, talking to his students in a very low voice.
"It's a little trouble." Malfoy nodded, at least making him late.
The two walked down the black steps all the way to the basement, and a damp smell permeated around them. The air was moist, mixed with the smell of herbs and soil.
"I think it's better for the two of us to spend less time alone, so as not to be suspicious." Malfoy lowered his voice.
"McGonagall told me to let you stay here. She thought it would be better for you to show up at night. It was convenient for her to tell the students the news. There seemed to be a little commotion just now, but even so, She is still willing to let you take her test first, maybe she thinks the questions she gave are very important."
"Maybe it will help you get a few extra points in the exam."
Snape sneered, it seemed that to him, worrying about exams was a very ridiculous thing.
Snape found his own table and sat down.
Suddenly, a part of the long wooden table in front of Snape was dented, and with a whoosh, a letter jumped up from under the table, got into Snape's hand, and was opened.
That is a newspaper.
Today's Daily Prophet
"Look, today's paper, but I guess it might not be necessary." Snape pushed the paper over and stopped it on the edge of the table.
"I don't think it's necessary." Of course Malfoy knew what was in it, and shook his head.
"Okay, then I hope you can accept, or cooperate with, what I'm talking to you about now."
"What's the matter? Professor Snape." Malfoy walked to a somewhat decayed but spotless bookshelf, pulled out a copy of "Advanced Potion Techniques" from it, and flipped through it casually.
Snape took a breath.
"You need to be a 'normal' student." He said slowly.
"Normal? Am I not normal enough now? Professor Snape, or what you mean by normal is that it makes me get a few points less in the test paper? Become mediocre?" Malfoy inserted the book back into the bookshelf, raised his head, and looked up. He looked at Snape without avoiding it, and said jokingly.
"Does the Lord Dark Lord mean that?" Malfoy added.
"You don't have to play dumb." Snape's tone became indifferent, pointing.
"Well, I have to say, my mother is very brave." Malfoy suddenly sighed, as if he already knew what happened.
"Narcissa begged me for a long time. She didn't want you to take any more risks. I agreed to her because of my friendship with your father. I will help you make a mission to the Dark Lord and share some of the information with you." Snape said coldly. explain.
The normality just mentioned is obviously the normality in the true sense.
Instead of pretending to be "normal", wandering on the edge of danger to spy on intelligence.
"What good would that do you? Professor Snape, I don't recall you being a helpful person and risking disobedience to the Dark Lord's orders."
"Your parents will owe me a favor, which may be useful in the future." Snape gradually became impatient, and his tone became more and more gloomy, as if saying such words was against his own character.
"Favours? What's the use of favors, Professor Snape?" Malfoy asked.
Snape fell silent.
"But I'm also happy to relax. If you don't mind being a little tired, professor, I have no other opinions." As if feeling a little aggressive, Malfoy softened his questioning tone.
Moving his fingertips, he put that copy aside and took the "Daily Prophet" that he had no interest in.
There are probably some stories about him written above, and they are briefly summarized.
It was as if he had been put into a Muggle washing machine with the highest power and had been washed white again with countless amounts of bleach.
Of course that's the Muggle way of describing it.
In wizard parlance, it should be "cleaned up"
"Okay, I should go."
Looking at ten lines at a glance, he finished reading the report about himself as if to pass the time. Malfoy didn't feel that he was being helped at all, so he turned and left.
Snape stared after him, remembering Narcissa pleading with him.
"Severus, I beg you, Draco will definitely be under strict surveillance at school. If he is discovered again, I'm afraid of him..." Narcissa's haggard face flashed through Snape's mind one after another.
There were moments when he was "soft-hearted," but Snape didn't want to deny it.
Because there is no point in lying to yourself.
Maybe he really remembered her.
One thing in common—they are both mothers.