The surrounding teachers all looked at Snape in surprise, scanning the head of Slytherin with their puzzled eyes.
That suspicious look looked like someone had surreptitiously pulled out one of Snape's greasy hairs and drank Polyjuice Potion.
"That's really disgusting." They couldn't help thinking maliciously.
But obviously, unless Snape wanted to, no one in this school could easily subdue him and replace him.
Snape, who had always been a loner, sent a gift for the first time.
"Filius, this is yours." Snape took out another beautifully wrapped box from his cuff, and handed it to Flitwick.
The teachers guessed that Snape was in a good mood after getting the job
A rare desire to maintain the relationship between colleagues
"But Severus...we should." Professor McGonagall looked distressed.
An embarrassing fact suddenly appeared on the table again, none of them were prepared to return the gift in advance.
A loner who has neglected to maintain relationships and hasn't exchanged Christmas gifts in the past few years, why is he suddenly giving gifts
"Just next time," Snape said understandingly.
Professor McGonagall was a little moved. She guessed that maybe the battle was approaching, which made him change his temper.
A plant whose name is not known is quietly placed in the cup. The fan-shaped leaves are green and clear, and the cloud-like lines on it are natural. The whole plant is soaked in water, and the leaves stretch comfortably. The roots cling to the wall of the cup and the cup. end.
As an ornamental ornament, it is very good to put in the office, and it can play a very pleasing effect.
"Severus, is this spirit grass? Right, I remember refreshing." Slughorn passed by the table with a cup of coffee,
"Yes, Professor Slughorn." Snape nodded slightly
"It's so rare that it's in such good condition." Slughorn reluctantly looked away from it.
A smile suddenly appeared on Snape's sallow face.
In the deep eyes, there is no emotion that should be there, which makes people shudder.
After a short preparation, the dean leaves the school with the students.
A small number of people who need to leave school also set foot on the train.
A symbolic steam spouted from the chimney, a "stinging" jet sounded, and the Hogwarts Express train started.
Although the situation is so turbulent, a small number of them choose to leave the school, and occasionally students pass by in the aisle next to the box.
Outside the car window is the white land piled up by large snowflakes, and the silver-white snow particles cover the rolling mountains. If you are intoxicated by the snow scene, your eyes will get tired if you stare at it for a long time, and you will fall into dizzy snow blindness instead.
At this time, one of the boxes on the express train was filled with an atmosphere of silence.
"That's really not your style, Mr. Dean," Malfoy said suddenly.
He was sitting across from Snape at this moment.
Snape returned to that indifferent expression, his black eyes seemed to be hidden in the calm whirlpool in the depths of the sea, choosing the boat to devour.
Malfoy looked at him without hesitation.
"It's just a farewell gift." Snape's expression couldn't see clearly.
The rare politeness and politeness just now disappeared without a trace.
"When I meet the Dark Lord later, I will help you get some credit, you just need to follow along." He said suddenly.
"This is my promise to your mother."
"I guess it has something to do with the gift just now, poor old lady." The corner of his mouth curved slightly.
"Let me just say, it's hard to imagine that you would behave like this." Malfoy sneered, stopped talking, and turned to erect the magazine in front of him, with a few words written crookedly on it—"The Quibbler" ".
This kind of informal magazine is perfect for killing time.
The final destination of the two trips is the same.
Platform 9 and 3/4 arrived. After the two got off the bus, they walked to the hidden alley not far from the next door.
"The traces of your body have been erased long ago?" Snape looked at Malfoy's body, pretending to ask questions, but actually stated a fact coldly.
"Yes, that's just an invisible cage." He didn't shy away from it.
Anyway, today's Ministry of Magic is useless.
And it was completely controlled by Voldemort.
Killing people is not considered a crime, so what is it to erase traces
"Then we can go, I believe you are good at apparating." Snape glanced at the entrance of the deep alley.
In fact, taking this train is just a process.
Apparition is indeed the fastest way without considering magic power
Of course, the premise is that it is proficient enough not to be split.
Two figures suddenly stepped out from the shadows in the street, and the shadows stretched under the moonlight, as if they were hiding under the wall.
The two walked swiftly on the path, the weeds were overgrown and lack of care.
Then they pushed the door open again, and a gust of cold air rushed towards them.
It has a typical European-style decoration, which has been transformed beyond recognition. Even if there is a chandelier hanging in the center, it does not light up, showing a gloomy scene.
The only thing that brought some light was the marble fireplace on one side of the wall. The red fire brought a little heat and halo to the room.
"Severus, I thought there was an accident on your way. It seems that you are a bit late." Voldemort casually glanced at the two of them with his scarlet eyes.
They just opened the door and entered.
Almost all the furniture had been removed to make room, except for a long walnut table long enough to be extended from the doorway to Voldemort's body.
For a while, the left and right sides of the long table were filled with all kinds of non-humans and human beings.
The exquisite dishes on the table seem to be decorations.
Because they each have their own hobbies.
A werewolf's sharp claws were holding a beating, bloody heart, and then slowly approached his lips, using his sharp, carrion-smelling fangs to gnaw contentedly, revealing Cruel smile.
The pale man showed his fangs, and raised a wine glass filled with dark red milk. The bloody smell and viscous shape in it didn't look like red wine or tomato juice at all.
It seems that here, a party is going on.
Might be a few more tricky Aurors dead.
Several territories were conquered.
It can also be pure entertainment.
"And Draco, I guess your campus life must be very exciting, right?" The Dark Lord sitting at the end of the long table stroked the wand in his hand for a while, as if he was intoxicated with his lover.
It had been a long time since the wand had resisted him, but it was so far from being handy.
Let him look forward to the battle with Grindelwald even more.
Subdue him and ask the real secret of the Elder Wand.
"Yes, master." Respectfully replied.
"Come on, you two sit next to me."
Voldemort waved his hand, as if it was a great honor for them.
All the people suddenly stopped their eating movements, looked at them with their strange, cautious, and jealous eyes, and then waited for the two to be seated.
Malfoy restrained his steps, tried to be as steady as possible, and then took a sharp breath.
He saw Nagini half wrapped around the corner of the table.
This giant python has a flexible and strong body. His smooth scales make it invulnerable to physical damage from conventional swords, and in most cases, it is immune to ordinary magic.
It was rare to find his pet figure, which seemed to be a rare opportunity. Gryffindor's sword was now hidden in the pocket where he had cast the Untraceable Stretching Charm.
With a casual touch, this sword that has been tempered with the venom of the basilisk will appear in his hand, but it is nothing less than a fantasy to kill him alone, under the eyes of the Dark Lord.
He couldn't guarantee he'd be able to take aim, he couldn't guarantee he'd kill it and get away alive.
Maybe the snake is very responsive and fast.
None of these problems would have been a problem alone, but there were still so many Death Eaters here.
His "territory" has expanded again, and there are always people who are restless.
They are born rebels, chaotic by nature, or haters of rules.
The crop of Azkaban died, but countless criminals and potential criminals from all over the world defected to him.
He couldn't take the risk.
"I'll think about it," Voldemort said.
"Your undercover career may be over, Severus, isn't it?" Voldemort narrowed his snake eyes slightly, closed his almost bloodless lips a few times, and then pointed his finger to his forehead pretending to be distressed .
"Slughorn is very tricky. His knowledge of potions is only slightly inferior to mine. The ingredients known to be lethal potions are strictly regulated, and it is difficult to control the onset time..." Sne Pu explained.
"Draco helped me a lot throughout the process," he added.
"That's right, much better than your useless father." Voldemort said approvingly as if looking at Malfoy.
"My father, he..." Malfoy immediately wanted to ask, but he hesitated to speak, looking anxious
"He has done what he should do. I will give the greatest tolerance to my subordinates who are incompetent but at least reasonable."
"He wants to thank his son."
"We should be grateful for Master's kindness." Malfoy said nervously.
"Two spies are a bit of a waste, Draco, I know you can take on this mission by yourself, right?"
"Yes, master."
He thoroughly verified his guess with just a few words.
Snape had done something and paid something.
And paying this price, there must be something to gain. The potion mentioned just now seems obvious.
In the future Hogwarts, there will be many changes.
It can be predicted that Voldemort will give some deterrence to those who have not completely surrendered.
The feast was over, and the professor and students left the living room and came to the courtyard.
The courtyard is desolate and desolate. The vines of the plants are wrapped around the walls and lack of care, but there is a sense of vitality that symbolizes nature. The bright moonlight is like a veil, covering the entire courtyard. Two black shadows are illuminated by the moonlight. elongated.
"This is the last period of time, even if I'm not here, you don't need to pursue any information."
"Even if it is false information, the Dark Lord will not be too harsh."
"Hogwarts won't be safe anytime soon."
"I really want to ask you, which side are you on?" Malfoy only used his lips at this time, but did not make a sound.
"I'm on my side." Snape said ambiguously.
"I promised your mother to keep you safe, but otherwise, I am free to do anything"
"You're not going back, are you?" Malfoy asked suddenly
"Go back and throw yourself into a trap?" Snape said contemptuously.
Clouds and mist suddenly blocked the bright moon in the sky, and the whole sky suddenly dimmed.
It seems to imply a foggy and unpredictable future.