Hogwarts: I am Snape

Chapter 28 Cemetery
Snape quickly scanned both sides of the corridor, then tucked the map away and strode into the passageway.

The mirror clicked shut behind him, blocking the light from the hallway chandelier and plunging the corridor into darkness.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself, "Sigh, compared to Slytherin, I'm more like a Gryffindor now. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to become a Sword Saint..."

"Lumos!"

A soft light shone from the tip of the wand, and before him lay a flat and open space, with a downward stone staircase faintly visible at the end of the space.

Isn't this the secret passage that was supposed to collapse during the Sly twins' time at school?
What could this place be used for? Snape stroked his chin, pondering to himself. Could it be used to transport cursed items through secret passages, or to secretly release dangerous magical creatures?

So, shall we go down and take a look?
If you encounter Murseb along the way...

Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he thought to himself:

Oh, no need to worry about that. This kid is definitely going to be a Death Eater someday. I'm not Dumbledore; I don't have that unrealistic idea of ​​saving everyone's soul.

As long as sending Murseb to see Merlin doesn't cause his soul to split, it's fine.

Wish him good luck.

For safety reasons, Snape extinguished the glow on his wand and carefully descended the steps, keeping close to the wall.

Time passed by unnoticed, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, the passage began to climb uphill.

As we walked, a pungent, strange smell grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Snape's head bumped into something hard.

He rubbed his forehead and paused for a moment before slowly pushing open the trapdoor above, squinting as he peered inside.

After seeing the room clearly, Snape finally understood where the strange smell was coming from—the floor was covered with straw and dung, and there were bones of some small animals that he couldn't tell what they were.

He climbed up and closed the trapdoor. Covered in straw, it blended seamlessly with the surrounding floor, revealing no flaw whatsoever.

This is the owl hut at the Hogsmeade Post Office.

Hearing the rustling sound beside him, Snape remembered the strange pattern he had drawn on the mirror earlier. It was the outline of an owl.

Every now and then, owls would fly in and out, and outside the window was a bright starry sky.

Snape carefully avoided the bird droppings on the ground and tiptoed outside.

Hogsmeade was quiet at night.

The shops on both sides of the street were dark, the outline of the distant mountains was hidden in the darkness, and the bend leading to Hogwarts was faintly visible. Only the windows of the Three Broomsticks pub shone with dim yellow light.

“Where are the Mursebes…” Snape muttered under his breath.

He wandered around the streets, but there was no one else around.

Just as he was wondering whether he should approach the three brooms and peek into the bar through the window, a figure came running hurriedly from the end of the road outside the village.

The man was wearing a cloak and a hood, and he walked around nervously looking back and forth.

Snape stopped and calmly watched the figure walk past him into the owl's hut.

This person must be Murseb.

Snape headed in the direction of Moorselberg. He had never been in that direction before.

The winding path led him to the barren fields surrounding Hogsmeade. There were only a few small cabins, but each came with a large garden.

Scattered among the grounds stood ancient tombstones. That was the village cemetery of Hogsmeade.

There was a narrow door at the entrance to the cemetery. Snape pushed it open as gently as possible and slipped inside.

He would occasionally see familiar surnames on the tombstones: Rosmerta, Devis, Padif...

Was Mullerseber here just now? And what was he doing here? He had originally thought Mullerseber had come to Hogsmeade to meet with someone.

Snape looked around and saw nothing but cold stones, bones buried in the ground, and dirt.

Left with no other choice, he had to set off on his return journey.

Back at Hogwarts, Snape suddenly realized something: why did he wait for the Death Eaters to act? Wouldn't it have been better to just blow up the stairs leading down the secret passage?

Without hesitation, he raised his wand:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Shattered to pieces!"

"Bombarda!"

With a series of loud booming sounds, the wall cracked slightly, and a little dust drifted down onto the stone steps.

"Huh?" Snape stared at the scene before him in disbelief, muttering, "How on earth did Fred and George manage to collapse this place?"

At that moment, he noticed several black dots on the Marauder's Map rapidly approaching him.

Not daring to linger, Snape rushed out of the secret passage as if fleeing, and ran along the path to the basement.

When he returned to the bedroom, he noticed that the curtains of Murceber's bed were tightly drawn.

On the second day of the spell class, the students were all focused on practicing the Clear Water Spell, and streams of clear water gushed out in the classroom.

While everyone was practicing, Snape quietly turned to the side, leaned close to Pandora, and whispered something to her.

"I have a question for you," he decided to consult a professional, "How can we efficiently and accurately demolish buildings by blasting?"

“Just use the Explosion Charm, it’s very simple.” Pandora answered casually without thinking, twirling her wand as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Simple? Have you tried it?"

“Yes, many times.” Pandora nodded vigorously.

Snape gasped and pressed, "You tested it with an object, didn't you?"

"What else can we test it on?" Pandora glanced at Snape with a puzzled look.

"Cough, cough, what if the spell doesn't work?"

“Hmm… that’s probably because there’s protective magic on it,” Pandora pondered. “But ordinary protective magic will also fail under the Explosion spell.”

"What if those protective spells are unusual?"

Snape explained to her the effects of his spell.

After hearing his description, Pandora's eyes lit up with excitement.

"That requires on-site assessment. Where is that passage? I'd like to take a look."

“Okay, I’ll take you there later,” Snape said.

During the later practice sessions, Pandora was still lost in her daydreams and swung her wand a little too hard.

She transformed the clear spring she was about to transform into a water dragon, which rushed straight at Professor Flitwick, who was standing on a stack of books observing everyone's practice, and blasted him up to the ceiling.

After Professor Flitwick landed, waved his wand to dry himself, and punished Pandora by making her copy the sentence "I am a witch, not a baboon waving a stick," Snape said to her with some skepticism:
Are you sure you have enough experience in precise blasting?

"Trust me!" Pandora assured her, patting her chest.

(End of this chapter)