allendalepharm 065 Snape was very unhappy.
065 Snape was very unhappy.
The thoughts of Voldemort and Lucius, those Death Eater "traitors," are unknown, but our savior Harry Potter seems to be suffering.
If he were a Slytherin student, he might be surrounded by a group of sycophantic followers right now, strutting around enjoying the fear or respect his classmates have for him.
Unfortunately, he was a Gryffindor.
Gryffindors have always been both believers in conspiracy theories and the biggest opponents of them, so when it comes to Parseltongues like Harry, all they can do is point fingers.
Even though Harry's friends were supporting him, the small group was too small, and the rumors spread like wildfire, causing other houses to follow suit.
As the saying goes, if others say you are, then you really are.
When someone accuses Voldemort of being the Dark Lord, people are genuinely afraid. But if someone accuses Dumbledore of being the Dark Lord, everyone just joins in making sarcastic remarks about him.
This is the difference.
Now, everyone is saying that Harry Potter is the successor of Slytherin, that he opened the Chamber of Secrets and has now "killed" two of his classmates, and that Dumbledore should expel such a black sheep, or even send him to Azkaban.
After all, given the tradition of intermarriage among these ancient pure-blood families, it's not impossible to trace the lineage of any pure-blood wizard back to Slytherin.
Among purebloods, regardless of faction, aren't they all related by blood or marriage?
Maybe it really is true!
Such conspiracy theories became a topic of conversation, and wherever Harry went, he would hear groups of people glancing at him secretly and whispering mysteriously.
"You know who," meaning "you know who I'm talking about"—this title, generally referring to the Dark Lord, once became synonymous with him, the savior who killed the Dark Lord, in schools.
Fortunately, Harry Potter has never been one to back down easily; the more he was misunderstood, the more determined he became.
He not only wanted to prove himself, but also vowed to expose who the evil Slytherin successor really was!
Finally, he produced the borrowing slip that Professor Lockhart had given him. (Chapter 013)
Go to the restricted section of the library and borrow a copy of "The Oldest Spells" to learn the ancient spell "Guardian Charm"!
Prove that you are not a dark wizard!
Yes, this child is the type who won't move forward unless pushed.
He was initially excited to have this way of proving that he, a Parsleyan, was not a dark wizard, but the next morning, before he could even borrow the book, Gryffindor Quidditch team captain Oliver Wood came to urge him to get to training. When he realized that no one minded that he was a Parsleyan, he forgot about it.
Fortunately, he hadn't lost the borrowing slip with the professor's signature; otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to bring it up with Professor Lockhart.
The Guardian Spell is very difficult!
In Hermione's words, "This is simply not magic a second-year wizard could learn!"
But unlike Hermione, who always makes rational judgments, her good friend Ron is usually only full of expectations for the outcome. He is so familiar with many things in the wizarding world that he immediately reacts and reminds Harry, "The Patronus Charm can be used to deal with Dementors, Harry. If you can learn it, you won't have to worry about fainting when you encounter a Dementor. At least you won't be laughed at by Malfoy and the others in class."
Malfoy!
Harry's resolve to study hard was instantly strengthened.
"I'll learn!" he shouted to Hermione and Ron.
Hmm, in that case...
He had previously promised Professor Lockhart that he would find a way to deal with the Basilisk.
and many more!
"Ron, Hermione!" He suddenly jolted awake, his eyes widening as he stared at his two best friends. "Do you think the monster in the Chamber of Secrets could be the Basilisk?!"
He asked the question with such certainty, as if he believed that this was the answer.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "If you'd read the fifth-grade Magical Creatures Protection textbook like I did, you'd find that author Newt Scamander said in the book that basilisks have been extinct for over four hundred years!"
"Hey~" Ron looked at Hermione in horror, as if she were a basilisk. "Fifth-year textbooks? Merlin's Jambeard! You're reading fifth-year textbooks?"
This is even more outrageous than the monster in the locked room being a basilisk!
Hermione snorted at him and ignored him.
Seeing that his two best friends were about to have another few days of not speaking to each other, Harry had to ease the tension. He really didn't want his two friends to have another fight while everyone was pointing fingers at him.
"Whether it was a basilisk or not, we heard Parseltongue in the castle, remember?"
"Hiss hiss hiss~" (Kill him!) He tried his best to look at the snake drawn in the notebook and finally spoke in Parseltongue, imitating the sound they had heard together.
"This must be related to snakes!" Harry looked at them intently. "If we find a way to deal with the Snake King, we can deal with all those snakes that are nowhere to be found!"
This clearly makes sense.
But their progress was not very smooth; they still knew too little magic.
Therefore, before his next Duel Club class, Harry kept staring at the colorful ice snake in the cage on his desk.
Hiss hiss hiss~ (Attack me!)
He tried to give commands to the ice serpent.
Unfortunately, the ice serpent is docile and non-venomous, so it has no way to show the terrifying nature of the basilisk.
It didn't even have scary fangs; it opened its mouth and banged against the cage, making a clanging sound, appearing completely harmless.
"Hey Harry, what are you doing?" The restless Weasley twins had obviously noticed the commotion and came over to watch this amusing scene.
Harry held up the manuscript in his hand. "I'm researching how to deal with the Basilisk. I promised the professor I would give him an answer."
"A basilisk?" George looked at the somewhat dazed-looking ice snake in the cage with a strange expression, made a face, and said, "Oh, Merlin's ripped stockings, how awful!"
Fred nodded with a very serious expression. "Yes, it's terrifying!"
Then they both chuckled.
Just then, a gentle voice sounded behind them, "Exploring the essence of things and finding their characteristics to make targeted solutions is always the research direction in the field of black magic biological defense."
The onlookers were startled and turned around to see Professor Lockhart. They all greeted him warmly.
But then a terrifying figure appeared behind Professor Lockhart.
Professor Snape!
The once cheerful office fell silent.
It was eerily quiet.
ha~
Look who's the least popular at our party?
Lockhart gave Snape a silent smile, which made Snape's face even uglier.
He came to Lockhart to retrieve the manuscript of his book, "Severus's Potions Class." He had made a new discovery while researching the properties of a drug and needed to make professional revisions to some parts of the content.
Looking at the noisy young wizards in the office, Lockhart snorted and simply stood to the side, arms crossed. "Professor Lockhart, if you don't mind, may I sit in on how you teach the children?"
Are you deliberately trying to upset the children?
Lockhart sensed Snape's mischievousness and chuckled. "Of course, anytime."
He didn't feel embarrassed at all because any professor was present; he seemed quite used to displaying his intelligence in front of others.
Classes continued as usual.
He clapped his hands, gesturing for the young wizards to look over. "According to the rules, it's time for a question-and-answer session. Anyone have a question?"
Both Harry Potter, a second-year student, and Cedric Diggory, a fourth-year student, raised their hands at the same time.
Lockhart smiled and gestured for Cedric to go first.
Cedric looked clearly troubled. "Professor Kettleburn has been your teaching assistant lately, leading everyone in the battle against the fire dragon in the castle. Many students have been burned. Professor, is there any way we can deal with the fire dragon?"
Professor Kettleburn?
Teaching assistant?
Snape, who was standing nearby, was suddenly taken aback. Professor Kettleburn had gone to substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts?
With the Death Eaters and the Secret Chamber at school keeping him occupied, he really didn't have the energy to pay attention to this matter.
He then fixed his gaze on Lockhart—you asked that old man, Professor Kettleburn, to substitute for you, but you never called me.
I can do that too!
I could also be a substitute professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts class!
You damned bastard, you stole my Defense Against the Dark Arts class and now you won't even call me to substitute?
You, who are always so smug, must think that I, a Potions professor who was bullied since childhood and even in school, am obviously not as suitable as Professor Kettleburn, who is always talking about going on adventures.
Right, Lockhart!
Answer me!
Well, regardless of Snape's inner monologue, Lockhart was actually paying close attention in class at the moment.
"There are many ways to deal with a dragon, but that falls under the category of magical creature conservation. Perhaps you should ask your magical creature conservation professor."
It would be inappropriate for him to teach; it would be an offense to the other professors.
Cedric's face fell, as if he were constipated. "But our professor of magical creature conservation is Professor Kettleburn!"
Asking this old professor to explain the habits, interactions, and even care tips for every type of dragon in the world would be incredibly detailed; no one knows more about them than him. But dealing with dragons...
Just look at the old professor; he only has one and a half limbs left.
In fact, many experts in magical creature conservation, and even herbalism and black magic creature defense, rely on innate talent, like Hagrid. There are masters who truly pursue academic research, but not many.
But at that moment, a magnetic voice provided the answer directly: "Extinguishing Spell!"
Seeing everyone looking at him, Professor Snape's lips curled into a slight smile. He strode forward like a large bat, stood before the young wizards, turned around, and pushed Professor Lockhart aside. Looking at the young wizards, he said, "The Extinguishing Spell is called 'Extinguishing Spell'."
"It is because of this spell that the fire dragon, which once occupied the pinnacle of magical creatures, now poses no different threat to wizards than a troll."
Professor Snape wasn't targeting every Gryffindor; at least he was quite lenient with Cedric, a student all professors would like. "You can come to my office after class, and I'll teach you this magic."
As he spoke, he turned to Lockhart and extended his hand.
Lockhart blinked, and it took him a while to realize that Old Man Spiegel wanted the manuscript. He quickly pulled it out from a stack that had been neatly arranged on the shelf.
Snape reached out and grabbed her, then walked straight toward the office door and quickly disappeared from sight.
"!!!"
Lockhart had no idea what Snape was suddenly thinking. He gestured for Cedric to sit down, then turned to Harry, "So, what's your question?"