Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"Sorry, Professor."

Ryan spoke, his words sincere.

"If you need anything—regarding the perfection of that potion…I'd be happy to help you."

After that, he didn't look at Snape again.

He turned around and walked out of the Potions office silently.

Chapter 46 Diary, Malfoy and his son

The cold and damp environment of the Potions Office is certainly not the best environment for storing potion materials.

With Severus Snape's attainments in potions and his status as the Head of Slytherin, he should have been entitled to a better one.

"My future potion workshop will have a traceless extension charm, and the room will be divided into at least seven parts - sunshine, rain, snow, grassland... and of course flowers. I'm not kidding... I heard Professor Slughorn say that one of his expelled students was very good at this."

"The professor told me today that I would become a great Potions Master! Even better than you!"

"Hey, hey! Sev? Come on! Do you hear me?"

The fists under the black robe were clenched tightly, and veins bulged.

Severus Snape closed his eyes, but he could still hear that sweet, cheerful voice in his ears.

This made his teeth rub against each other, making a harsh crunching sound.

After a while, he walked back to his desk in silence.

He raised his wand and waved it gently towards the deepest part of the table.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, a hidden partition opened.

Severus Snape looked at the contents - it was a diary.

The diary was white and looked very ordinary except for a hand-painted lily on the cover.

There is beautiful and delicate handwriting in the diary.

Lily Potter

Snape's shaking worsened, and he reached for the diary, covering Potter's handwriting with his fingers.

He seemed to want to open it, but ultimately didn't.

Perhaps it was because he had already read its contents and even knew it by heart.

Perhaps it was because he didn't dare to read those words again and be hurt by the memories again.

So, in the end, he just put the diary on the table and sat back in the chair weakly.

He didn't look at it again, but he didn't put it back in the compartment either.

He flinched.

The cold and damp environment of the Potions Office is certainly not the best environment for storing potion materials.

But for those who lick their wounds and escape from memories, it is perfect.

On the other side, Ryan walked out of the Potions Office with mixed feelings and left the cellar where the office was located.

He did feel a little guilty about Snape's reaction just now.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel curious.

"who's that person?"

Someone who could make Snape lose his composure like this, and who also seems to be a potion master...

"His father? Mother? Or lover?"

Ryan speculated secretly, which also gave rise to another question in his mind - if the formula of this potion was created by an acquaintance of Snape, then the other person's age would not be more than 100 years old.

But why do the ingredients needed for this potion all have to be some long-extinct ancient potion ingredients?

But obviously, looking at the situation... Ryan didn't have the chance to ask this question.

It's not polite to open someone's wound once, and as for secondary trauma...his relationship with Snape is not that bad.

"I don't know if he can still make the potion he promised me..."

He muttered to himself, but soon he stopped thinking about it.

"Oh, sorry!"

While thinking, Ryan accidentally bumped into the broom that was floating in front of him and sweeping the ground. He politely apologized to Mr. Broom.

Then...

"Ryan!?"*2

He heard two familiar voices.

"Ron? Harry?"

Looking at Harry and Ron in front of him, Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Shouldn't you be in detention with Snape?"

Harry's eyes widened, and Ryan noticed that his green eyes were very beautiful under the thick glasses.

Ron suddenly had an idea: "Let me guess... you knocked him down?"

This made Ryan certain that the twins' situation was not an isolated case - the Weasley family had always had unique and unconventional ideas.

Of course, Ron's thinking might still be a little too unconventional.

"Of course not, it's just that the lockdown ended early."

After hearing Ryan's answer, Harry and Ron were even more incredulous.

"Could that bat demon be so kind?"

"...Don't say that. Professor Snape is actually a nice person."

Ryan decided to say something good for Snape, and he saw that Harry and Ron's expressions became more suspicious.

He even saw Ron's fingers move, as if he wanted to pull out his wand - he might suspect that Ron had been cast under the Imperius Curse by Snape.

So Ryan decisively dropped the topic: "Where are you going?"

He looked at what Harry and Ron were holding. Harry had bags of snacks in his hands, and Ron even had a hand-woven woolen bag with an 'L' woven on it hanging on his shoulder.

"Oh, Harry—is that candied bok choy?... Here you go!"

Two minutes later, Ryan was happily chewing the sweet pomelo preserves in his mouth while listening to the explanations of the two little wizards in front of him.

"We're going to the Quidditch pitch—you know, tryouts for the school's Quidditch players start next week, and practice starts this week."

Ron said excitedly, "Fred and George are both there today. They asked me to bring the Quidditch tactics I designed. If I do well, they will recommend me to Senior Oliver Wood!"

"He's the captain of Gryffindor. If he thinks highly of my tactics and broomstick skills... I might be able to join the team next term without taking the exam."

Oh, they lied to you.

Ryan thought to himself—he had heard Fred and George mention Oliver Wood, a Quidditch fanatic.

Based on Fred and George's description, Ryan felt that the other party would not be willing to let Ron join the team through the backdoor... unless Ron was a one-in-a-million Quidditch genius.

"Obviously, he doesn't look like it."

But looking at the excited Ron, Ryan muttered in his heart and chose not to break the other party's fantasy.

He just chewed a piece of candied bok choy fruit, but his peripheral vision caught sight of something in Ron's bag - a quill and a black diary. It was obvious that Ron was going to use them to fight for a chance to join the team.

Ryan even noticed that there were traces of erasure on the name column of the diary. The original handwriting seemed to start with 'T', but now it was changed to Ron's name.

"A second-hand diary..."

Although he had heard that the Weasley family was not wealthy, Ryan still felt a little sad.

But in order to protect Ron's self-esteem, he chose not to ask more questions, but simply asked: "By the way, where's Hermione?"

He knew that Hermione didn't get along well with her roommates, so she often hung out with the boys - apart from Ryan, she was relatively close to Harry and Ron, who had sat in the same compartment on the train.

"Uh..."

But after hearing his question, Harry and Ron's expressions became a little subtle.

Especially in Ron's expression, there seemed to be some lingering regret.

"She doesn't really like Quidditch, and...she and Ron had some trouble yesterday."

Harry said this very intelligently, while Ron felt a little awkward.

Looking at this, Ryan naturally understood - Ron and Hermione probably had a quarrel, which was very common among young wizards.

"Ok."

"So... Ryan, are you going with us?"

Seeing that Ryan did not continue to ask, Ron asked after breathing a sigh of relief.

But as soon as he said this, he remembered Ryan's flying skills - well... everyone saw it in the flying class.

He is very fast.

Not only does it fly very fast, but the broom also breaks down very quickly.

"I'm not going."

So when Ryan refused as expected, the three little wizards looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.

But soon, the embarrassment disappeared.

Because they walked to the castle gate and saw two other people also at the gate.

"It's Malfoy!"

Ron immediately spotted the platinum-haired Draco Malfoy.

"To be exact... two Malfoys."

Ryan added.