Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 52 Yellowing is the primary productive force

Harry genuinely loved the book and would read it for half an hour every night before bed; he didn't want to hand it in.

However, Snape was very strong. He grabbed the corner of the book, and whoosh, the book was in his hands.

"The three of you."

The old bat sized up the three, searching for a place on their bodies where they could hide books.

"Professor, I get a headache as soon as I look at a book, and I can't carry a book with me outside of class time," Ron said.

"Professor, the books I borrowed are all in the lounge and my dorm room!" Hermione said.

"And you, Lestrange?"

"Me? Of course not."

Before Luo Bin could finish speaking, a dark blue, palm-sized handwritten copy slipped from his sleeve and fell to the ground. He tried to bend down to pick it up, but it was too late.

Snape opened the first page of the manuscript and was so shocked that his pupils dilated slightly.

Snapped!

He slammed the manuscript shut. "Lesterrange, for your curiosity, Gryffindor loses 10 points."

Hermione, Harry, Ron: (⊙o⊙)

Only after Snape had limped away did the three dare to anxiously ask what was written in Robin's manuscript.

Luo Bin: Uh (▔，▔)ㄏ, speechless. The Western world advocates unrestrained freedom, right? It's just a few excerpts about men and women, why get so angry?

"Robin, are you going to talk or not? If you don't, I'll have to use torture to extract a confession," Hermione said with a wicked grin.

"You think you can use torture to extract a confession?" Luo Bin retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"Luo Bin, I gave you a chance."

With that, Hermione ran to the roadside, put her hand into the snowdrift, silently counted to thirty, pulled it out, and then...

Robin not only suffered an attack from an icy hand stabbing his back, but also "revealed" the contents of his handwritten manuscript. He claimed that he had copied down some knowledge about trolls and drawn several extremely bloody anatomical diagrams of trolls.

After the incident in the women's restroom, Hermione didn't like trolls very much and didn't pursue the matter further. Harry and Ron also accepted this explanation.

Evening, Gryffindor Tower, common room!

The four sat by the window, writing furiously on their Charms homework. Robin finished first, followed closely by Hermione. Five minutes later, Harry and Ron, under the guise of checking answers, actually copied the homework.

Harry, after checking the answers, frowned and said, "Do you think if I go to Snape to plead for my return of the book?"

"No, if you go to him, he'll most likely come up with another ridiculous rule and deduct another 5 points from your score."

"My thoughts are the same as Ron's."

Harry, who had won two veto votes, turned to look at Robin hopefully.

Robin tucked the worksheet into his Charms textbook, stood up, and said, "If there were other professors around, Professor Snape wouldn't be able to make up school rules anymore, and the chances of getting his things back would be much higher."

Harry jumped to his feet, his eyes gleaming. "That's right, Robin, you..."

"I'll go with you. I still have a very good use for the handwritten copy!"

Afterwards, the two went downstairs to the faculty lounge. Luo Bin knocked on the door, but no one answered. He knocked four or five more times, but there was still no response.

"Robin, maybe Snape isn't here. How about we get a professor to come with us to the basement?"

Harry gripped Robin's sleeve tightly, trying to pull him downstairs.

Luo Bin took out a crystal ball, and while touching the ball, he mumbled incantations. After finishing, just like before, his body suddenly twitched, as if he had seen a bizarre scene.

"I saw him, all in red, in the faculty lounge, with another figure next to him, your book and my manuscript, on the stool."

"All in red?"

Harry had witnessed how powerful Robin's divination was, but in the three months since school started, Snape had never worn anything other than black.

"Whether the prediction is accurate or not, just open the door and see, then you'll know."

Harry silently released his grip, agreeing with his friend's plan.

Luo Bin gripped the doorknob and pushed the door open a crack. The two of them peered inside through the crack, their heads one above the other.

Red, the kind of red that sends chills down your spine.

Snape sat on a low chair, his black robes pulled up above his knees; the red that Robin had predicted came from one of his legs.

That leg looked as if it had been torn apart by a wild beast; the flesh was rolled up and covered in blood.

Filch, carrying an aluminum tray, handed Snape a bottle of anti-inflammatory and antibacterial medicine, and then a roll of bandages.

"You brainless idiot!" Snape cursed, then added self-deprecatingly, "How could you possibly handle three heads at once?"

"Severus, you are too badly injured. I still suggest you go to Ms. Pomfrey for treatment."

"No need, Phil."

belch!

Harry was so shocked that he hiccuped. Although he covered his mouth in time, the hiccup still startled the old bat in the faculty lounge.

"Who?"

Snape pulled down his black robe to cover his bleeding leg.

"Professor, Harry and I want to get our things back. If you want to study the information in the manuscript, I can give it to you."

"Get out! Get out!"

Snape was so angry that his lips twitched. He grabbed the handwritten manuscript and thick book from the stool next to him and threw them angrily toward the door.

Hey, the reverse psychology worked!

Robin pushed Harry's head aside and quickly flung the door open.

Snapped!Snapped!

Two objects, one thick and one thin, fell onto the hallway outside the door. When Harry bent down to pick them up, he was surprised to find that the simple sketches in the manuscript were not the troll dissection diagrams his friend had mentioned.

The drawing depicts two naked, tiny figures with enormous soles, tightly embracing each other. The slightly smaller figure has its legs crossed, locking the thighs of the other person, their bodies pressed together, faces touching.

Robin closed the door tightly before saying this, only then realizing that Harry was staring intently at the manuscript.

Oh no, the innocent man's Dao heart is about to collapse! Luo Bin rushed forward in a few strides and snatched the manuscript back.

Before he could figure out how to explain himself, Harry suddenly said, "Are the man and woman in the picture giving each other CPR?"

Luo Bin: (⊙o⊙)

"Uh, that's right, that's how it is."

An excuse offered out of the blue—might as well take it.

"Luo Bin, no wonder you always perform so well in practical exercises during class. It turns out you've been studying on your own."

Keep learning?

That man is doomed!

"Hurry up, or the old bat will come limping out and cause trouble, deducting points from our college scores."

"Oh, right!"

The two of them walked and ran all the way back to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Are they coming back?" Hermione asked.

Luo Bin waved the handwritten copy around, then remembered what had happened at the entrance of the faculty lounge and hurriedly stuffed the copy back into his sleeve.

"Cool! Snape is known for being cold and difficult to talk to, how did you two manage that?" Ron asked in amazement.

Luo Bin took a sip of juice and recounted the general events, of course, subtly omitting the simple drawing incident.

"Snape has a leg injury! No wonder he was limping this afternoon. I hope it's a serious infection."

Ron couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Snape limping down the classroom aisle.

"Even with his injury like this, they still want to deduct Gryffindor points. He..."

(End of this chapter)