Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

"Teacher, do you have something to ask me?"

Yang An didn't ask any more questions, and got out of the car and walked towards Professor Snape.

When passing by students from other colleges, they all looked at him with curiosity, awe, and scrutiny.

When Yang An passed by the Slytherin students.

A sentence came from somewhere.

"Yang, you are the real savior! The hero who saved the wizarding world!"

Yang An stopped and turned around to see a Slytherin boy, not very old, looking at him fanatically.

"Thank you, I just did what I should do." Yang An nodded gently to the boy.

But one word can cause a thousand waves.

More and more Slytherin students began to cheer for Yang An.

"Long live!"

"The real savior."

"The Hero Who Extinguished the Fiendfyre"

They may not have meant it sincerely, but they were happy to do anything to dampen the reputation of the Gryffindor students and Harry Potter.

Because of the Dark Lord, Slytherin was targeted by the other three houses for many years.

Although Slytherin students are not ashamed of it, but instead take pride in their pure-blood pride, it would be a lie to say that they don't care.

It's just that the facts are in front of them and they are powerless to refute it.

Now they finally have a being that can rival Harry Potter.

The next time Slytherin students face accusations from other houses that their house produced the Dark Lord and many Death Eaters.

You can also refute it.

They have Yang An, and Yang also saved many people.

Even a few students from the other two colleges expressed their approval and congratulations.

"enough."

Suddenly a loud voice was heard.

Everyone was frightened and turned their heads to see Professor Snape pointing his wand at his throat.

He raised his head expressionlessly and looked down. No one dared to look at him.

Snape then said lightly.

"I think we can hold the celebration in the evening. Now, you should arrive at the school first. Don't dawdle. Those who need to take the carriage should take the carriage, and those who need to board the ship should board the ship!"

Professor Snape has this kind of magical power that can quickly shock all students.

Yang An watched from the side and felt that Professor Snape had used some mental shock magic.

The whole place fell silent.

Snape glanced at Yang An, motioning him to follow, then he strode away, throwing his black robe.

Wait until the two of them walked away.

Among the quiet students, some finally started discussing again.

"You said Dean Snape asked Yang to leave. Was he going to reward him?"

"Who knows? I wonder if the dean will give our college extra points for this."

"There is no way that the Gryffindor guys will take away the House Cup this time."

in the crowd.

Harry and Hermione also noticed Yang An and Professor Snape leaving.

"Why did Professor Snape call Yang away alone?" Harry was a little too curious.

"I don't know, maybe ask about the situation?" Hermione also shook her head.

After the conversation between the two just now, it can be seen that Yang An is innocent from the fact that he helped Harry out of the predicament.

So Harry and Hermione focused their attention on Rita Skeeter.

I think that if Rita Skeeter can just declare that she was talking nonsense, her reputation can be restored.

"Go ahead Harry."

Hermione noticed the frequent glances at her and quickly pulled Harry away to prevent anyone from making sarcastic remarks and Harry from arguing with them.

the other side.

Yang An followed Snape to the woods next to the station, far away from the crowd.

"Teacher, what can I do for you?"

Yang An smiled and said with respect.

From his address, it is not difficult to see the relationship between the two.

Although Snape targeted Gryffindor, he was very nice to Slytherin students. In addition, Yang An had outstanding magical talent, so Yang An successfully became Snape's disciple.

This is a closer relationship than just being a Slytherin student.

Coupled with the inheritance of Yao Lao obtained in the Doupo world, refining pills and refining magic potions are somewhat similar.

In Yang An's opinion, refining magic potions is not even as good as refining pills.

Magical potions are just the extraction of essences together, but alchemy requires more, with many requirements on techniques, efficacy, etc.

Yang An tentatively proposed the theory of refining elixirs to Snape.

Snape was somewhat dismissive at first.

He said that he knew this oriental method of refining magic potions, which was not worth mentioning to him, a master of magic potions, and he also told Yang An

But when Yang An personally made a magic potion similar to an elixir, Snape was shocked.

The pills condensed from the magic potion refined by Yang An are several times more effective and have a longer shelf life than simple magic potions!
It also broke away from the various strange flavors of potions and became a round and shiny pill.

From then on, Snape never belittled Eastern alchemy again.

Over the past three years, the relationship between the two has become both teacher and friend.

Logically speaking, even if Dumbledore knew that he was the mastermind behind this incident, he should have personally invited him to his office for a talk.

It would be unlikely to call Snape over to ask him.

For a Legilimency master like Snape who is similar to Dumbledore.

Yang An didn't use Legilimency to directly check his thoughts.

It's a bit risky. It would be troublesome if we were discovered.

This time his expression was calm as usual, with a hint of inquiry.

When meeting his favorite disciple, Snape's expression changed for the first time. He looked at Yang An, and a smile slowly broke out on his stiff face.

"well done."

"Hmm?" Yang An grinned.

"You haven't brought shame to Slytherin. You can actually extinguish a large area of ​​Fiendfire at this age." Snape said slowly with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

So you are here to praise him?

Yang An put away his smile, shook his head and said modestly, "This is not only my credit, other Ministry of Magic staff and Headmaster Dumbledore are also doing their best to put out the fire."

Snape didn't say anything. He stared at Yang An for a moment, then slowly asked, "I'm curious, how did you do it?" "Talent, maybe."

Yang An did not hide it. He raised his hand and a flame surged out from his palm, blooming like a lotus in Yang An's hand, illuminating Snape's slightly surprised face.

"Teacher, you know that I have an innate control over the element of fire, and I have been studying elemental magic." Yang An explained with a smile.

Snape put away the surprise on his face, looked at Yang An deeply, and nodded in understanding.

This was not the first time that Yang An had demonstrated his talent for fire.

"It's a terrifying talent, don't waste it."

After saying that, without waiting for Yang An to respond, Snape spoke out the real purpose of why he asked Yang An to come over.

"There will be no Quidditch matches at school this year."

Yang An immediately guessed what Snape wanted to say.

Goblet of Fire!
That’s right, Snape waited until Yang An showed some surprise before continuing.

"After consultation with the Ministry of Magic, the school will host a new yet ancient athletic competition."

"The Ministry of Magic." Yang An said, "Excuse me, but the Ministry of Magic is in a mess right now."

Snape's mouth curled up when he heard this. It seemed that he didn't like the Ministry of Magic very much either, and he said coldly.

"This was decided before the former Minister of Magic stepped down."

"There are three most powerful magic schools in Europe. In addition to Hogwarts, there are two other schools, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France."

Yang An hummed twice and continued to wait for Snape to continue.

"These three most powerful magic schools in Europe reached an agreement about seven hundred years ago by their then headmasters to hold a friendly competition among the three magic schools - the Triwizard Tournament."

"It is held every five years in rotation, and the winner will receive the supreme honor of the Goblet of Fire."

Snape introduced slowly in a deep voice.

"Dean, what do you mean?" Yang An showed some surprise and confusion.

"This competition was interrupted several centuries ago due to the high mortality rate, but fortunately Fudge passed his only useful order before stepping down." Snape stared at Yang An with deep eyes and told a cold joke.

Yang An cooperated by giving two dry laughs.

Perhaps Snape also knew that he had no sense of humor, so he continued in a deep voice.

"It is to restart the Triwizard Tournament. It will be held at Hogwarts."

"But Dean." Yang An expressed his confusion at the right time, "We just experienced the attack at the Quidditch World Cup. Will the Triwizard Tournament still be held?"

"Hogwarts is the safest place in Europe. If this place is attacked, then there will be no safe place in Europe." Snape answered as a matter of course.

"Mr. Rudefer, who has temporarily taken over as Minister of Magic, also agrees that the Triwizard Tournament will continue."

"What do you mean, Dean?" Yang An nodded in understanding and smiled.

Snape looked at Yang An with burning eyes.

"My request to you is simple. Become a champion of Hogwarts and win the Triwizard Tournament!"

Snape's mind was originally full of Lily, and he never intended to pass on his legacy.

But after Yang An appeared, Snape gradually changed his original ideas. Many of Yang An's wonderful ideas were in line with Snape's, and the two could often discuss potions for an entire afternoon.

It is common for Yang An to skip classes.

Even if those professors came to Snape to protest, Snape would simply say, "My students don't need to learn those things, he has already mastered them."

Even if points are deducted, Snape will add them back.

In addition, given Yang An's attitude towards teachers and knowledge, and his always top grades in the grade, other professors gradually accepted this matter.

So Yang An has always been favored by Snape. In the current magical world, if the strength of wizards is divided into different levels, Snape is undoubtedly in the second tier.

His strength is even comparable to that of veteran masters like Professor McGonagall.

"Your ability has long surpassed the limits of ordinary graduates. Even some teachers who seek fame and reputation cannot compare to you."

Snape said, snorting coldly.

Yang An shrugged and didn't say anything. Snape really wanted to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but unfortunately Dumbledore was probably afraid that Snape would be cursed and fired after only one year, so he never agreed.

"So, now is the time for you to come to the fore." A hint of heat flashed across Snape's deep eyes.

He undoubtedly regarded training Yang An to become the first person after Dumbledore as the ultimate goal to realize his ideals and ambitions.

Looking at the young Yang An, Snape would think of himself in a trance. If he had a teacher who taught and guided him tirelessly, he might not have joined the Death Eaters and would not have lost his
All in all, Snape looked for Yang An about the Goblet of Fire.

"I am confident about this too." Yang An said calmly, as if he already had the upper hand in his hands. Neither he nor Snape thought he would lose to others.

“But if you called me, teacher, there must be some problem.” Yang An said lightly.

Snape's eyes flashed with admiration. He nodded with a hint of displeasure in his tone, "In order to ensure the safety of the contestants in this Goblet of Fire, only students who are 17 years old or older can participate!"

Yang An raised an eyebrow, "It seems that I am not even qualified to participate."

"I went to see Dumbledore." Snape's resentment became even stronger. "He refused to allow you to participate as an exception."

"But it doesn't say I can't participate in the competition." Yang An looked at Professor Snape with a smile.

The two looked at each other.

Snape's resentment gradually dissipated. He nodded slightly and said to his disciple with great satisfaction, "That's right. If the other students in the academy were half as smart as you, Gryffindor wouldn't have snatched the academy cup for three years."

Yang An grinned. There was nothing he could do about it. It was old Dumbledore who blatantly cheated for Gryffindor.

The final exam will be directly added with 300 points. Which college can compare with this?

"Are you confident?" Snape asked, but his tone was affirmative.

"Small problem." Yang An yawned.

"Are you okay, Professor? I've been hungry all day."

Snape grinned when he heard this, and glanced at his disciple with dead fish eyes, "No more."

Snape said, and he was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves. Yang An quickly followed him, "Teacher, please take care of me. I'm afraid of ghosts when I walk alone at night."

Spacious auditorium.

There are bright lights suspended above, floating up and down, illuminating the entire hall, and the ceiling is a brilliant starry sky with various stars moving.

The auditorium was in chaos. After not seeing each other for a summer vacation, most of the students had months of accumulated words that they urgently needed to vent.

Among the many discussions, the three words that appeared most frequently were "Harry Potter", "Yang An", and of course "Ron Weasley".

Harry, Hermione and Ron sat side by side, but there was an empty seat around them.

Now the three of them are isolated by the academy.

"Damn, they didn't even bother to come over and ask," Harry said angrily, stabbing the chicken with his fork.

"Don't think too much about it, Harry. There are only a few wise people in this world." Hermione was also a little angry. When her roommates saw her, they pretended not to know her.

It's obviously the beginning of the new school year, why are they so unified?
at this time.

Harry noticed where the teachers were on the stage, and two figures walked in from the side door, one after the other.

"It was Snape and Yang." Hermione blinked. "What do you think they said?"

"Never mind, maybe it's some kind of praise or something." Harry stuffed the chicken into his mouth and said impatiently.

at this time.

The originally bustling auditorium gradually became quiet, and everyone's eyes gradually fell on Yang An who walked down from the stage.

(End of this chapter)