Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 295 294: Where is the agreed date?
Hermione slid slowly down to sit on the floor with her back against the office door.

My heart was still beating wildly in my chest.

Lockhart's last meaningful look lingered in her mind - why was he so interested in the love potion and said something like the side effects were too good?
It’s simply terrifying to think about it.

There was something about Hermione that made her unable to control herself from thinking - her brain was like that, curiosity would always take over, and she would not stop until she found the answer.

Most top students actually have this characteristic.

Hermione, the top student of Gryffindor, was more obvious and reckless. As she stared at Snape on the ceiling, Hermione had a surprising idea in her mind.

"Unless Professor Lockhart is very English," Hermione's eyes suddenly widened, and an absurd thought came to her mind, "He has been paying attention to Professor Snape!"

"We also need to give Professor Snape a love potion." Holding the note in her hand, Hermione secretly unfolded it and took a look. It was an "ambiguous" message that actually made her scalp tingle.

There is very little writing.

It was just asking her to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office later. If the note had given Hermione the identity of a young wizard, Hermione would have thought that Professor Lockhart was going to give her some special lessons.

however.

This is for Professor Snape - could it be that Professor Lockhart wants to give Professor Snape extra lessons? It doesn't make sense at all! Thinking about it this way, the message on this little note immediately became unclear.

"Oh my god! Have I stumbled upon the professors' secret?"

Hermione's heart was filled with turbulent waves, and her fingers twisted the long black robe sleeves unconsciously. Lockhart's words just now were indeed very strange when she recalled them now.

I must ask you to try the lemon cake I baked some other day?
This sounds like a date invitation!
"Oh, Merlin." Hermione covered her hot face, her thoughts running wildly, "This is too exciting, if the other Gryffindor students knew about this..."

Her thoughts hadn't drifted any further.

Suddenly.

As a sense of danger rose up, Hermione found that a strand of her long black hair suddenly fell silently, brushed past her nose and fell to the ground.

This is of course Snape's hair color. After all, Hermione is still wearing Snape's appearance - anyone who has made Polyjuice Potion knows that the recipe for this potion is in the book "Powerful Potion".

Its duration varies depending on the amount of potion drunk, and in order to prevent Hermione from changing back during class, Snape gave Hermione a very large dose of the potion.

It should last at least twelve hours.

It will take Hermione a long time to change back to her original form. To be honest, after experiencing the magic of this potion, Hermione has been thinking about a very strange question - if a person drinks the potion and adds his or her childhood hair to it, will this person turn back into his or her childhood self?
That was a question Hermione didn't know the answer to.

However, Ian would definitely be able to give an answer if he were here. Since Fleur, Fred, George, and even Mundungus, who are older than Harry, can become Harry, then becoming younger is certainly not a problem. So, if a person still has his or her childhood hair, such as lanugo, then he or she can actually become his or her baby self.

Potions are magical.

"Ms. Granger, even when facing a dangerous attack, can you remain distracted like this?" Snape saw Hermione get frightened and then her eyes became cloudy.

There was also a hint of helplessness in his angry tone - these Gryffindor students really could be said to be more stupid than each other.

"Um...you attacked me?"

Hermione froze.

Feeling the gaze of the hanging bat, a chill ran up her spine. Due to Ron's excellent influence, she even began to suspect that Snape was going to kill her.

"Miss Granger."

Snape's cold voice came from the ceiling. "I'm not attacking you. I'm warning you, your rotten brain. You'd better stop those disgusting imaginations immediately."

obviously.

Snape saw through Hermione's imagination. After all, he was an old and experienced man. Even without using Legilimency, he could guess what Hermione was thinking just by looking at her changing expressions.

"Uh... I don't have it... I don't have it now." Hermione looked up suddenly and saw Snape hanging upside down, pointing his wand at her, with a wisp of black mist still on the tip of the wand.

Her face flushed and she jumped up. She wanted to refute directly, but in the end she could only change the topic out of guilt, "I'm just wondering if Lockhart will tell on me!"

This is actually a good way to change the subject.

There is something to Miss Beaver’s quick thinking.

As expected, Snape was actually concerned about this issue and couldn't figure it out. He fell into deep thought and weighing the pros and cons, and for a moment the office fell into a strange silence.

on the ground.

Neville's "unconscious" posture became more rigid.

Not even an eyelash dared to flutter.

"Lockhart," Snape finally spoke, his voice as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "his thoughts and actions are as unreasonable. You must stay away from him until the curse is lifted."

Yes.

Now Snape felt like he was cursed by Lyrium. Hanging upside down from the ceiling, he really looked like a bat. He seemed to be desensitized to the trauma of his childhood.

of course.

The prerequisite is not to let other little wizards see it. Now that three little wizards have seen it, his mentality has been greatly broken. If it were possible, he really wanted to cast the forgetfulness spell on these three people.

It's a pity that Albus Dumbledore obviously wouldn't agree with him doing that.

"Well, I remember that. I also feel that he has a sharp eye. He might have discovered something wrong. He was just testing me by asking about the potion formula." Hermione nodded, and she was terrified. She glanced at the neatly cut hair on the ground: "Professor, what was that magic just now..."

This was obviously curiosity coming back.

"This is not your concern. You can't even learn simple magic, and you still want to learn such advanced magic?" Snape's wand flashed threateningly.

“People who are greedy die miserably.”

His dark words seemed to carry some malice.

However, Hermione didn't care as much as before. Anyway, Snape's way of speaking was so unpleasant. Once she got used to it, she would just treat it as nonsense.

"Then it's always right for me to care about my friends, right?"

Hermione walked quickly towards the unconscious Ron, squatted down to check his pulse, and saw that Ron's pulse was very weak. She became anxious again, "Professor Snape, what did you do to Ron?"

This is because they are afraid that Ron will really die.

"Weasley can't die."

Snape sneered, "This is a necessary measure to prevent him from continuing to use his troll-like intelligence to do bad things. The Weasley family is just that stupid and unaware."

He really has great hatred towards Ron's family.

And what is the reason for this?

Of course, it must be related to some "justice" ideas of Ron's family. In this regard, Hermione did not refute, but walked quickly to Ron and Neville and tore off the tape on their mouths.

Hermione frowned.

“They are too curious.”

He also knew that Ron and Neville must have broken in and seen the Hanged Man Snape.

"That's why Gryffindors die so quickly."

Snape responded coldly.

"How can I save them?"

Hermione hadn't realized yet that Neville was just pretending to be unconscious.

Snape did not respond.

Just cast a spell.

A silver cauldron suddenly flew in front of Hermione.

He began to instruct Hermione in brewing potions.

soon.

Dark green liquid began to swirl inside the crucible.

"Stir clockwise seven times and add two drops of peppermint extract." Snape instructed coldly, "If you don't want him to sleep forever, then pay attention to the dosage." Hermione concentrated on the operation, moving carefully for fear of harming Ron. When she dropped the last drop of liquid medicine, the liquid in the crucible turned into a strange fluorescent color.

It looks a bit creepy.

"Drink it up for him."

Snape spoke abundantly.

It must be said that the potion he personally directed was very effective. Ron jumped up the moment the potion touched his lips: "Ugh - this tastes like vixen's piss and troll's booger!"

His eyes became clear.

"I, I suddenly feel better!" Neville's ears were particularly sharp. After hearing Ron's description, he sat up with a somersault, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

“No need to take medicine at all!”

He frantically rejected the potion that Hermione brought to his lips.

Because he was still tied up.

Neville could only twist his fat body to dodge.

"Why are there two Snapes?"

Ron's exclamation exploded in the office.

"Ahem! Did I see it right? This is real." Ron exhaled and stared at Hermione with wide eyes. "Oh my God, why are there two Snapes?!"

"I'm Hermione!" Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and tugged at her collar, revealing her own Gryffindor badge underneath. Perhaps she wanted to remind herself in this way that she was still a Gryffindor.

"I gave so many hints!"

Hermione's voice was helpless.

"You..." Ron stuttered, "How did you become Snape too?!"

Of course his level of knowledge cannot explain this matter.

after all.

Even though the old Weasleys were pure-bloods, they couldn't afford potions like Polyjuice Potion, so naturally, Ron wouldn't immediately think of something he had never come across before.

"It's Polyjuice Potion." Neville suddenly spoke, his voice still a little breathless, "I smelled a strange smell before, a bit like... Mandrake juice and bezoar."

It was rare for the fat boy to show off his excellent knowledge of herbal medicine.

of course.

He might be the king of theory, because once he gets started, it's really horrible. Snape has specially marked him as the kind of player who easily dies in Potions class.

Hermione smiled slightly, "You guessed it right, it is indeed Polyjuice Potion."

Ron was so shocked that he couldn't speak. "So... you are Hermione? You turned yourself into Snape?! You... you want to make him into a potion? Well done!"

"What did you say?" The Hanged Man Snape roared, waved his wand, and a green light flashed.

"Ouch!" Ron covered his mouth tightly, and the slug spurted out of his mouth and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Ron!" Hermione immediately rushed forward and helped him wipe the mucus remaining at the corners of his mouth.

"Professor Snape!" She turned and glared at Snape, like a kitten with its fur standing on end. "He's my friend! How could you cast a curse on him?"

"He insulted me."

Snape said coldly.

"He's worried about me!" Hermione said angrily, "You know what? They thought you turned me into a potion, so they came to rescue me! This is my friend caring about me."

As soon as these words came out.

Snape, who had no friends, was silenced.

Snape was silent for a moment.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"The Weasley family is getting dumber with each generation. How could anyone think that wizards can be used in medicine? Is this family still living in the Middle Ages? That's not a thought that any normal person would have."

Snape spoke in a gloomy tone.

This time.

Hermione, who was originally very angry, became silent. She had had similar opinions about Ron's magical imagination before, but her opinions were more tactful.

"Don't you dare insult my family!"

Ron's face flushed red, and he jumped up to take out his wand, but he vomited subconsciously and vomited another slug. The sticky slug fell to the ground and looked extremely disgusting.

Hermione and Neville both moved away from him.

"Don't barge into the professor's office next time." Hermione said helplessly. She didn't know how to remove the curse. "Especially now... I'm Snape."

"How would we know it was you!" Neville muttered, "You're pretending too well."

Hermione frowned. "They are too curious."

She was the eldest sister talking about her second and third brothers. She was the most curious among the three. However, when it came to courting death, Ron, who was now lying on the ground vomiting, was the one who was most willing to do so.

Fortunately, Snape didn't want to torture Ron for too long, and soon asked Hermione to brew a potion for Ron. The person hiding aside was trembling as if he felt that he had seen something.

Snape is teaching Hermione.

And Ron is the experimental subject who always jumps out by himself.

Neville was smart and shut up immediately.

She even arched her back on the ground a few times and put the tape back on her mouth - just as Neville expected, Hermione turned back into a little girl after brewing the potion.

however.

Snape just told Hermione to go back to Gryffindor and come back tomorrow to drink the medicine and get the so-called "antidote". He did not allow Hermione to take Neville and Ron away.

"You may go," said Snape grimly, "but they stay."

"What? But—"

"Either leave now," Snape's wand glowed green, "or accompany them to experience the newly developed Vomiting Charm." "You can go." Snape said grimly, "but they stay."

"What? But—"

"Either leave now." Snape's wand glowed green, and he looked like he could cast a spell at any time, "or accompany them to experience the newly developed vomiting spell."

have to say.

The threat of the Killing Curse was probably not as strong as the threat that the slug posed to the little girl. After weighing the pros and cons, Hermione, who felt that Snape would not kill anyone, had no choice but to give up rescuing her two friends.

She left the office.

When stepping out of the cellar, Hermione was worried about Ron and Neville. She climbed the stairs with tired steps, but saw a dazzling golden light under the torch in the hallway.

I saw.

Lockhart leaned against the banister of the stairs, his exaggerated smile no longer on his face.

"Miss Granger."

His blue eyes were unnaturally sharp.

"Didn't we agree to go to my office?"

Words that sound like a smile but are not a smile.

It made Hermione's blood freeze instantly.

(End of this chapter)