From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Chapter 479

"Hey, did you hear that, Professor William and Professor Snape are fighting!"

"Eh? Really? Who's in the hospital? Are we going to skip Potions or take exams?"

The fourth-year students who were asked were stunned for a moment, and their faces immediately showed genuine joy. Although their self-defense lessons were taught by Professor Lupin, the monthly exams were actually held every month.

Counting the days, the monthly exam is almost here—so it's good news that any professor is hospitalized.

"It doesn't seem to be at all, I didn't see it when I went to the hospital - but we did see Snape being chased and killed by Professor Moody all the way from outside the castle. He looked flustered, and there is no doubt that he must not be able to beat Professor Moody. That's it."

"Makes sense!"

The other child nodded—comparing combat power is the favorite of children of this grade. Headmaster Dumbledore is naturally the first, but whoever is second will be noisy.

Slytherin insisted that their professor was the second, but most of the people in the castle insisted that Professor Flitwick, the fighting champion, was the second, which made the combat power parties often quarrel about which of the two professors was the most powerful, but There is clearly an unassailable reason today.

While the hapless fifth graders were still being held in custody, rumors were already circulating in the castle - and by the time Harry and the three heard the news, the version of the story had developed to Moody's smoking Snape. Can't find North...

"so cool!"

The happy look on Ron's face seemed to be Christmas, and he danced and danced, "Just think about it, Snape was flying arrogantly, and was photographed by Moody's magic snap. On the ground, it's like hitting flies, pop!"

Speaking of happiness, he couldn't help but twitched his eyebrows and made a rather formal wish in the corridor, "Seriously, if Snape is beaten to the hospital, our..."

"Twenty points will be deducted from your academy grades for making a fuss in the hallway, Weasley."

A gloomy voice sounded, and Snape appeared abruptly at the corner with a vicious look in his eyes like a snake that had been hungry for a few days.

"Also, you need to go to Filch's place for a week of confinement, Weasley."

Snape looked at Ron in disgust, then turned his head to Harry again.

"And you, Potter, because you didn't have time to stop your friend's stupidity, Gryffindor deducted another twenty points."

But even after the points were deducted, Snape's face was still ashen as he was, and he was not at all happy with the success of revenge. He quickly turned around and left, leaving behind a group of fourth-graders who dared to breathe loudly.

Guessing that Snape had gone far, Ron's face did not show some regret, but a happy expression, "I knew that he must have been beaten!"

The nearby Gryffindor also looked happy like it was a New Year's Eve, as if it wasn't his own college that was deducted forty points. A smug yin and yang rage!"

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"Think about it! Re-transcribe the first chapter of the first-year textbook this week!"

In the classroom, after William gave a lecture, he finally let go of those unlucky **** who liked to watch the fun. As they obediently agreed to close the door and leave, William began to deal with the props that had not been completely removed to disguise as Snape, and then Sitting in the corner of the classroom with Moody.

"I'm so tired, the fifth-grade students don't know how to run when they encounter a duel!"

"You've performed well, at least you know how to protect yourself - but you, aren't you afraid that Snape will come and trouble you?"

He's not afraid, let alone Snape in disguise by William, even if the real Snape is here, he should catch it and catch it - the only thing he has failed to catch in his life is the Dark Lord, and the rest are even Kakalo The top Death Eaters like Husband and Bellatrix had all been caught by his own hands. If Dumbledore hadn't protected him, Snape would have been sent to Azkaban by him.

"It's just a trivial matter," William waved his hand, "he just came over to fight a duel, and borrowed a little name and a plan from Dumbledore—he's just sulking, or it's the first time The duel when it came was suddenly less necessary... I bet Professor Snape must be sulking. But when the report comes out, it will be over."

"That's true. The Dark Lord's head is the culprit. Compared to the damage to his reputation, the grievances that can be explained when you go out in the fifth grade are really nothing."

Moody smiled and shook his head, then turned the topic to the seventh-grade class—William had told him last time that he would be assigned to substitute for a short period of time, and now it was time to communicate about the progress of the next seventh-grade.

But it is clear that some things will not develop in the direction that people intend, although they will still achieve their goals, but in ways that no one can imagine.

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"Professor Moody, we'll go back to the office later."

At the dinner table, William whispered to Moody - although Lupin was not far away, he was quite afraid that Snape would see him walking with Lupin, and suddenly wanted to count the old and new hatred together, and then fight again. One is really worth the loss.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Snape, but the current development trend was... completely beyond his expectations.

"Hey, William."

But at this time, Adams suddenly squeezed in, winked and whispered, "Have you heard, that Snape potion?"

Don't you mention which pot can't be opened without opening it!

Professor Snape's eyes are about to kill!

Fortunately, the table was not overturned, Snape just snorted, then turned his head away from the depressed atmosphere of the table.

Seeing him leave, Adams' voice became a little louder, but still only two people could hear it, "I feel like Professor Snape must be very angry, but it's really funny..."

"Those purebloods..." Adams tried his best to hold back a smile, "It's obvious that the mysterious people have disappeared for more than ten years, and everything should pass, but they didn't dare to add his name to the potion, thinking that it was A blasphemy to end up with the name of Professor Snape as evidence of its efficacy."

"But think about it, you said, go to the pharmacy, and people ask them what kind of potion they want, but they can't say, 'You know who made it...', that's too..."

What he said was too funny, and William couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth - there was no way, he didn't expect that the Dark Lord's reputation was so lethal, it was obviously the potion he studied, and the result, whether it was official, On the black market, those herbal medicines that were marked out became Snape herbs, and even several experimental potions that appeared on the black market were called Snape potions...

outrageous...

This kind of ending, neither he, Moody, Dumbledore nor Snape himself would have imagined - the purebloods were so in awe of the Dark Lord.

However, the goal has been achieved, the average price of herbal medicines has doubled by twelve times, and about half of them have been fired to the point that they cannot be seen in normal transactions at all.

But on Professor Snape's side - it can only be said that the lethality of the blamed target is too strong, and it is all piled on Snape.

The only thing that is fortunate is that Professor Snape's position in the industry has not been lost. Anyone who knows the business knows that he is not the developer of medicine. The school's reputation is also good, and after the Dark Lord is really confirmed to be dead , the name of the medicine is still expected to be changed back.

After all, no matter how famous Professor Snape is, he can't compare to the Dark Lord. When everyone doesn't care, the pharmacy dealer will definitely change his name in minutes. How can Snape's name be used by the Dark Lord? The potion can still increase by three or five Galleons!

Anyway, William reckoned that Snape probably wished the Dark Lord would die right in front of him at this moment to save his name.

‘Also… a united front? ’

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"out of stock."

"Sorry, out of stock."

"Sorry, it's out of stock, if you're willing to wait, it'll probably arrive a little next month, but the price..."

Bertha left the store in horror - she really couldn't figure out, the money left was more than enough to buy those materials, but now, why are the prices of those things rising like flying?

The spread of the taste of Galleon is the only existence that can surpass the speed of the spread of rumors. When the price of special herbal goods began to increase in the United Kingdom, the price of special herbs in Europe changed three times a day, and then quickly spread to the world.

Although everyone was hiding and refusing to talk about it carefully, there were only a few of those herbal medicines. After a batch was snatched up and a batch was hidden by a smart person, naturally there was nothing left in the market.

Then the news came in slowly, and it was two days after Bertha got the thesis from the well-known pharmacist Severus Snape, and she found out that the raw materials could not be bought.

"Contributing to the growth of the next generation of wizards???"

Voldemort looked at the damned magazine tyrannically, without saying a word - first Umbridge, the Death Eater, then Umbridge's offline, and then his own research and development that he left to Umbridge. to half the prescription.

'Can I do it all? ’

He couldn't remember, he could only remember silently.

Of course he can - he is confident that he has a talent far beyond ordinary people in all magic, although pure blood has been unable to do anything about this problem for many years, but if it is him, then naturally he can do it.

So, is it possible for him to do this?

The answer is yes, he has traveled farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life, but he will never share the method with his Death Eaters.

And the Death Eaters under him are actually mostly second-generation Death Eaters. The first generation of Death Eaters are his classmates, and they have lost their initial vitality—whether it is to make those underlings more For the sake of loyalty, or for the self after immortality, it is quite necessary for three generations, four generations, or even more generations of Death Eaters to be born stably.

His ambition is not only the entire magical world, and the premise of this step is that there must be enough pure blood.

And the prescription is easy to understand in the hands of Umbridge. He still remembers that he entrusted Bella with the power of his immortality, and entrusted Lucius with it. Then, as the most trusted Death Eater, Umbridge Murich can naturally get this guarantee of loyalty and rights in the future.

'Is it made by me before? ’

'But me, why don't I have any impression at all? ’

He couldn't remember it at all, but he was basically certain that the corresponding research was made by himself - the previous research has hindered the current self?

He was very angry, but he didn't know who to send it to—could it be that he blamed himself for being too talented, and that he developed this special medicine, which led to what happened today?

It's true that Snape was exposed, but did he have the talent to study it?

He thought he was generous to his subordinates, and Snape's actions were not betrayal at all. He had observed from Quirrell's coward, Snape's hatred for that **** Harry Potter was spared no effort, Voldemort even felt extremely relieved at times when he made things difficult for him.

It's just that Severus is too close to Dumbledore, and he has to admit that the risk of using him is too great, and after so many years, he is already middle-aged, and his loyalty and enthusiasm need to be further verified.

Not everyone is an idiot like Bertha. After reaching middle age, he still easily becomes a Death Eater. Even if he is trembling with fear after experiencing the killing himself, he still conscientiously completes the order to collect materials.

'Thinking this will stop me... greedy businessman... I've seen too much on Borgin's side...'

'Easter... huh...'

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"It's getting hotter, Severus!"

Karkaroff pulled back his sleeves and complained to Snape.

"You should know that you and I have no way out. I am a traitor who betrayed the rest, and you are a spy certified by Dumbledore himself!"

"So, what do you want to say, Igor?"

Snape asked, as always, in his voice as if he wasn't interested in anything.

"What time is it! You should know better than me, if he survives, none of us will have a better life. Think about it, he said it himself, he has gone farther than anyone else on the road of eternal life!"

"Since you know it all," Snape said with a mocking smile, "then why did you dare to betray?"

"Aren't you the same?"

Karkaroff was completely unanswered, "Don't forget, in the latest report, you personally blasphemed the results of the Dark Lord!"

"so!"

He said word by word, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "If you don't want everyone to die, you'd better share the information with me - what did that Professor William bring and why he came to Hogwarts Afterwards, every time the Death Eater messages are cleaned up with his name?"

"How much has Albus been hiding over the years?"

"he…"

Karkaroff shuddered. "When will he be back?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know. Moreover, Hogwarts is about to have a holiday. During the Easter holiday, Dumbledore should come to speak. It's better for you to ask yourself."

"…"

"Okay, since that's the case, let's go our separate ways..."

Karkaroff glanced at Snape, "But don't think that Dumbledore will protect you all the time."

He shook his hand, firmly protecting the Dark Mark, and then walked away.