On an ordinary winter day, the weather outside the house is gradually cooling down.
For Hogwarts sixth form students, the first class in the morning is Defense Against the Dark Arts taught by Snape.
From an objective evaluation, it cannot be said that he is a poor teacher, at most it is difficult to adapt to the different styles.
Compared with a teacher, he is more like a ruler, constantly giving orders, controlling and ordering endlessly.
Perhaps due to prejudice and rebellious psychology, many students did not adapt quickly to this subject and made little progress.
Especially the savior classmate and his partner.
A silent mantra was practiced for a lot of class hours.
The many times they had practiced silent spells in class had been very ineffective, so Snape made it a rule for them to keep practicing.
In addition, Snape taught them a more powerful Iron Armor Curse, but it took a long time to prepare, and they had to use a silent spell to cast it, which made it even more difficult.
The students naturally split into a number of two-person teams, starting in the vacated corners.
Pansy cast some small curses at Malfoy with a look of resentment, as if to vent her dissatisfaction, but it seemed to have little effect.
One after another curse was blocked by him lightly.
Or rebound.
"You made a noise, I will punish you." Malfoy had a smile on his face.
Suddenly, a flash of light accompanied by a strange arc hit her arm, the girl clutched her forehead, and then fell asleep in a daze.
Malfoy picked up the wobbly girl and carried her to a chair by the table.
"Lie down and sleep for a while."
Of course, in fact this was his excuse, he wanted to sleep.
Malfoy was still very sleepy, every time of day, he wanted to seize the time and quickly use time to recover his energy.
"Draco, this is just practice." Seeing that Pansy was knocked out, Snape walked to his side, emphasizing sternly.
"I know, it's just that I want to rest for a while now, so I can only let the sparring partner rest for a while." Malfoy shrugged, walked back to the seat in front of the desk casually, sat down, and leaned on the seat on, showing a tired expression.
The silent spell has been weakened, and his strength is quite well grasped, just to the point of taking a nap.
As for himself, he was indeed quite sleepy recently.
Dealing with a group of unintelligent creatures is a very exhausting thing, especially when they are surrounded by negative emotions.
It tends to take more energy to cope, and chocolate is also said to help sleep.
As for the other side, Snape soon resumed his daily targeting.
"Potter, if Hogwarts doesn't allow corporal punishment, I would really like to sew your mouth shut, so that you won't use your mouth to make noises and cheat."
Snape patrolled his head with his greasy black hair, and soon came to Harry and Ron's side again.
Looking at it from the side, the man's aquiline nose has such a sharp and weird curvature, coupled with his sinister tone and mocking words, it is really hard to make people feel good.
He mocked Harry's practice with a grim tone.
Harry, who had suffered once, chose to endure it. Compared to being locked up by Snape with an excuse, it is not a problematic choice to endure it.
Just when Snape showed a smug smile, the man's left hand trembled uncontrollably.
His gaze became extremely cold, and then lost focus in an instant.
The tall figure suddenly arched, his breathing became heavy, and he gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring something.
For a moment, his feet seemed to lose their support.
The man realized that something was wrong, and immediately put his palms on a table beside him, and he didn't kneel down to the ground all at once. He drew out his wand, and looked around vigilantly.
Not far away, Malfoy suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately noticed Snape's abnormality.
"I'm going out now." Snape frowned, restraining his severe pain, and reluctantly spoke out
Both legs also began to tremble due to the pain, but it was hidden in the robe, so it couldn't be seen clearly.
"I'll take you to the school hospital." Malfoy stood up, quickly walked to Snape's side, and said in a low voice.
His observation skills are very keen.
Instead of being indifferent like other students. - He simply thought that Snape had something to do and wanted to leave temporarily.
The two left the classroom side by side. Malfoy helped Snape up the cold stone steps step by step. After reaching the corridor, the two did not walk towards the side road in the direction of the hospital. .
On the contrary, after turning around a few turns, he tore off the portrait hanging on the wall in an instant, and walked along the stone steps into another dark basement.
That was Snape's office.
The man was panting sharply, sweat even soaking into his aquiline nose.
Snape made his way to the experimental table full of bottles and jars, and grabbed a few cups.
"If you want me to help, I can also prepare painkillers."
"No need." Snape's hands kept trembling, and the colors in the cups and bottles changed.
There was a sudden tremor, and the professional potions teacher was so painful that he couldn't even hold the cup steadily, and his rock-solid arm lost its stability for a while.
The hand trembled, hit the ground, and shattered with a bang
It's hard to imagine that pure pain can reach this point
The transmission effect of the Dark Mark is determined according to Voldemort's mood and the distance between the marked person and him.
The piercing pain just now made Snape feel for a moment that the Dark Lord had come to Hogwarts in person.
That anger, was the first time Snape felt it.
Violent, swift, mixed with the most bone-destroying anger, it seems that the underground magma that has been suppressed for endless years erupts out.
Snape now stretched out his left arm
The green Dark Mark has now turned into a palpitating blood red.
Moreover, it is still the appearance after the peak has subsided
"Let me do it." Malfoy frowned, a little uneasy in his heart, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was affected by Snape's appearance, or if he gave some omen from somewhere.
After the viscous potion turned clear blue, Malfoy poured it into the cup abruptly.
After the brief sting subsided, Snape coughed a few times.
"The Dark Lord is very angry," said Snape.
"Very much." Snape said again, his voice hoarse, as if emphasizing.
"Okay, you can go now, these things have nothing to do with you, listen to your mother." Snape said coldly suddenly, he realized that he seemed to have said something more.
"Just now, I gave you a painkiller." Malfoy stared at the man in front of him and said every word.
"I can do these too, remember, play your student role well." Snape said coldly.
"Okay, Professor, I'm going back to class." Malfoy shrugged, looking at Snape ungratefully, and in the end, the conversation ended badly.
A thin shadow was cast over the hearts of both of them.