The slacker professor at Hogwarts

No one knows what kind of formidable achievements Snape had during the First Wizarding World War.

In this era where the Dark Lord has failed and Snape has been successfully recruited by Dumbledore, everyone who knows the truth is tight-lipped about Snape's past.

The fact that even the noble Malfoy had to go through a bloody ordeal at the Wizengamot court, while Snape was spared a single question, speaks volumes about Dumbledore's power.

Even so, it would be too absurd if Snape, who was so highly regarded by the Dark Lord, did not contribute at all in that great battle, did not participate in a single fight, and did not harm a single wizard.

Snape's strength is beyond doubt.

However, even with his extensive experience and having witnessed the Wizarding Wars, Snape, in a burst of passion, unleashed thirteen Oblivion Charms, yet not a single one managed to strike Lockhart.

The opponent didn't even draw their wand!

This completely calmed him down.

He stared in disbelief at his wand, then at Lockhart, who was hiding under the desk and giving him a fawning smile, and his expression changed.

After the previous adventure at Urquhart Castle, and his experiences dealing with Mandrake, teaching Harry and Draco, he once thought he had overestimated Lockhart.

But now, he was shocked to find that he had misjudged the situation.

"I'm sorry, I went too far. I shouldn't have attacked you." Snape rarely took the initiative to apologize. He helped Lockhart out from under the table, waved his wand to repair the table that was almost burned to ashes, and then repaired the books and manuscripts that had just been burned.

Lockhart was amazed by such exquisite magical control, giving him a thumbs-up and exclaiming, "Impressive!"

Snape's lips twitched slightly as he looked at him, unsure whether the other man was mocking him.

Fortunately, Lockhart's praise was sincere enough.

This made Snape feel somewhat ashamed that he would think this way about someone who had been kind to him.

His expression softened, but when Lockhart glanced at the manuscript on the table, his tension returned, and for a moment he felt as if his toes were gripping the soles of his shoes.

He couldn't help but rush over to tidy up the manuscript papers on the table, feeling quite embarrassed at one point.

"Senior, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. Not knowing how to write isn't a big problem."

To be honest, after reading it, he realized that Snape's writing was just like him—dry and unpolished, not smooth at all, making it difficult to read.

Lockhart earnestly advised from the side, "We should all try to make good use of all available resources."

For example, when he went on an adventure to Urquhart Castle, he did not hesitate to bring along the two apprentices he had painstakingly trained.

Why not?

A wise person makes good use of things.

Being too independent is exhausting.

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, he thought for a moment, then took out the "Powerful Potion" from his pocket, placed it on the table, and opened it to the "Mischievous Brain" potion page. "Actually, I came here this time to ask you for help."

He sighed, "My knowledge of potions is too shallow to even understand the recipes."

This actually made him somewhat frustrated.

The original owner of this body had received seven years of education at Hogwarts and was from the renowned Ravenclaw family, yet she couldn't even understand this.

In contrast, Hermione was able to successfully recreate the recipe from the book in her second year.

Are the differences between people really that outrageous?

Snape glanced at the contents of the book, a slight smile playing on his lips. "There are some runic terms interspersed here to avoid ambiguity in some important processes. It also breaks down the complex preparation and preparation of the drug's ingredients. Although it may increase the difficulty of understanding, following it will prevent any unexpected problems and is the safest approach."

Lockhart blinked, unable to believe that this was something he could say with just a glance. Was it really that impressive?

"Have you prepared this recipe before?"

Snape shook his head. "To randomly stuff fragments of other people's souls into our own heads? That will only make us lose ourselves."

His expression turned serious when this was mentioned.

Looking intently at Lockhart, he said, "In my opinion, magic is the expression of one's own will. Losing oneself means losing magic, which is extremely dangerous. I strongly advise against you trying this potion."

wow~

That's well said.

Lockhart wholeheartedly agreed, but could only shake his head regretfully. "I'm sorry, I have something I absolutely must do; it's incredibly important."

"More important than magic?" Snape's expression became dazed.

"Yes!" Lockhart said firmly.

Unfortunately, his statement didn't seem to sway Snape, or rather...

Lockhart looked at Snape with some confusion, unable to believe that the other man had drifted off into thought while they were chatting.

Dude, what's with that sadness in your eyes?

Having spent more time with him, he came to respect Snape more, considering him a reliable guy, and subconsciously chose to show respect instead of immediately thinking about Lily.

"I'll help you." Snape quickly regained his composure, pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to carefully examine the potion.

He was so focused on what he was looking at that he grabbed a blank sheet of paper and quickly scribbled and drew on it, seemingly calculating something.

Lockhart waited for a long time, but seeing that he was still engrossed in his work, and not knowing how long he would have to wait, he turned his gaze back to the pile of manuscripts on the table.

"Senior, let me take a look at your manuscript. What do you think?"

Snape visibly tensed up, his face stiffening and his entire body frozen for a long while before finally letting out a heavy sigh, turning around and saying with unusual force, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome~" Lockhart smiled brightly, "It's about helping each other out~"

He gently lifted another chair and placed it in front of the long table, arranging the pages according to the header numbers marked by Snape. He still found it hard to understand how the completely burned papers could be restored to such an extent, as if they had never been destroyed.

That's awesome.

Such spellcasting ability is truly enviable.

He sighed and began to read it from the beginning.

It must be said that Snape's writings once brought back memories of his university laboratory days in his previous life; the densely packed records made him feel drowsy.

Good guy.

Judging the degree of color blending between the three colors of the potion—how could such an interesting and romantic scene be written as something as boring as three strangers having an awkward chat?

On the first page, he saw several things that readers should have been amazed by, and he felt that if he were to write in his style, he would be so fascinated by potions that even he himself would become deeply fascinated by them.

Lockhart turned to talk to Snape about this, but seeing him frowning and deep in thought, he decided not to disturb him.

After thinking about it, I simply took out a few blank sheets of paper and wrote them down in my own way, following the content of the original manuscript.

Don't say it.

You know what?

Snape's understanding of Potions was truly profound. After Lockhart had written more than a dozen pages of manuscript, he suddenly realized that he had a deep understanding of the basic changes in potions.

In "Severus' Potions Class," Snape did not follow the typical Potions course format, starting with listing and explaining simple potions one by one. Instead, he took a more comprehensive approach, breaking down the preparation process of various common potion recipes while explaining the basic concepts of Potions.

Lockhart kept retrieving the memories the original owner had learned in Potions class at Hogwarts, and by comparing them, he actually found that he was beginning to understand a certain recipe that the original owner could not understand at the time.

Oh, I see.

This sudden realization happened more than once or twice.

He looked down at Snape's manuscript and suddenly realized how precious it was.

This is only a few pages of polishing from the other party's five-page manuscript to a dozen pages. If this were to happen...

and many more!

A dozen or so pages?

Lockhart's expression suddenly changed. He stood up anxiously, looked up at the window, and was shocked to find that it had gotten dark sometime earlier.

"Oh no, I almost forgot the time!"

He quickly tidied up the manuscript and stuffed it into his pocket. "Senior, I'll take your manuscript back with me first. I suddenly realized that many students are waiting for me in my office to go back and explain the exam papers to them!"

Snape nodded without looking up. "Hmm, take it. I haven't perfected this recipe yet."

"Mmm, okay... Hmm?"

Lockhart had already reached the office door when he heard his words and froze on the spot, "Improvement?"

"Yes." Snape looked up at him, tapping the book with his fingers. "A work from over a hundred years ago. You don't expect modern people to still follow the old methods and make things step by step?"

"I have countless ways to eliminate any potential side effects and risks associated with this prescription. Are you sure you'd still be willing to use this outdated formula directly?"

"And what about those expensive and hard-to-find potion ingredients that are wasted for no reason? Are you sure you're willing to waste months collecting them?"

"Especially since it requires unicorn toe bones, which aren't available on the market right now. Are you planning to risk getting them through some illegal channels? Or would you rather spend a few Galleons to buy some completely replaceable materials, saving you time and effort?"

"Wow!" Lockhart exclaimed, at a loss for words.

Wow, my senior is amazing!

Awesome!