Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 286 Drugged by Snape, Sleeping Lockhart (please subscribe, ask for a ticket)

Hogwarts, Snape's office.

Snape was sitting at the desk, with a cup of tea in front of him, and a cup of tea opposite him.

In the middle of the two cups of tea, there was a bottle of light gold potion.

At this moment, Snape looked quietly at the potion that could purify necromancer blood, and the green tea opposite.

A sigh flashed in my heart, but it quickly turned into firmness.

Afterwards, they waited silently for the arrival of the former owner of the potion, Gilderoy Lockhart.

At this moment, Lockhart walked out of his office in a happy mood.

He received a message from Snape that the pure blood potion he wanted was finally successfully refined.

He couldn't wait for a long time, waiting to drink the potion, and after purifying his blood, he could absorb the original power of the defective dimension snatched from the dimension Mephista Dormammu again.

Only in this way can the profit be maximized.

The corridor at night is very quiet, and the little necromancers have all returned to their dormitories.

Even if there are occasional little necromancers who travel at night when they see his figure, they will leave quickly, for fear of being caught by him.

Well, he actually enjoys the feeling of catching little necromancers in the night tour.

Being punished by someone and punishing someone else are two very different feelings.

After Lockhart had captured two or three little necromancers, among the little necromancers, besides the title of local tyrant professor, he also had a new title - night owl professor.

Stay up most of the night, like a night owl, come and catch them.

After Lockhart knew it, he smiled and didn't care.

A professor who is not complained by students is not a good professor.

This, Lockhart deeply agrees.

However, he didn't have time to play with the necromancers today, so he strode towards Snape's office.

After a while, it was before Snape came to his office.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Snape, it's me." Lockhart said lightly.

"Please come in."

Click!

Hearing Snape's deep and serious voice as usual, Lockhart pushed the door open and entered.

He took a look at Snape, who was wearing a black necromancer robe, and the slightly dim office.

Lockhart joked: "Snape, you should listen carefully to my previous suggestion. Make this office brighter."

"Also, don't always keep a cold face, just smile and look younger."

"You know, you are two years older than me, but your serious face seems to be ten years older than me."

Hearing Lockhart's joke, Snape was expressionless.

Seeing Snape's indifferent expression, Lockhart also became bored.

Although after every joke, Snape remained indifferent.

But for some reason, seeing Snape's cold face, Lockhart couldn't help but want to make a joke, a joke.

It may be due to the understanding of Snape's life.

For a tragic character, it is easy for him to feel emotional, subconsciously a touch of goodwill arises.

Or, through Snape, he obtained a lot of potion resources, and the cooperation was close, so he was more relaxed.

Definitely, probably both.

Thinking about it, Lockhart looked directly at the Gold potion in front of the desk, and his eyes lit up.

He went straight up, sat at the desk as usual, and asked, "Snape, this is the pure necromancer blood potion."

Without waiting for Snape to answer, he sighed to himself: "Snape, you are indeed a top potion master. I can feel that there is a desire for it in my body."

Hearing this, Snape nodded and said, "Yes, this is the potion that can purify the blood of necromancers, and I named it - witchcraft potion."

"Witching potion, a potion that extracts the essence of necromancer blood." Lockhart silently read the name, and said with some disgust: "It's better to just call it necromancer blood potion. It sounds easy to understand, and you can understand it as soon as you hear it."

Hearing Lockhart's disgust, Snape said flatly: "It doesn't matter, it's just a name."

"Okay, it's called the necromancer bloodline enhancement potion." Lockhart played with the light gold potion in his hand.

"Lockhart, I want to ask one thing." Snape asked.

"Tell me." Lockhart put down the potion in his hand and said with a smile: "You helped me refine this bottle of potion. If I know, I will tell you."

Well, the premise is that his privacy is not involved.

After Snape heard it, he picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

He also greeted Lockhart: "Lockhart, try the tea I brewed. I haven't finished brewing the tea you gave me last time. I brewed a little to see how it tastes."

When Lockhart heard it, he didn't doubt that he was there. He lifted the tea and took a sip. After putting it down, he praised: "Yes, it seems that the quality of the tea I sent is good."

"Snape, what's the problem? Tell me."

Well, Lockhart could sense that it should be important that Snape asked the question.

Otherwise, why invite yourself to drink tea? Although it is the tea that I sent by myself.

"I want to ask." Snape asked directly, "Do you still have the dark gold golden clover you provided me last time, or other potions that can purify necromancer blood?"

Hearing Snape's question, Lockhart looked back carefully and shook his head slightly: "The hundred-year-old golden clover I provided last time is a treasure of a friend of mine."

"Later, I also asked specifically to see if he had anything else."

"He didn't have it in his hand, and I didn't pursue it in detail later."

"Let's have a look. If I meet you later, I'll tell you about it."

Speaking of this, Lockhart seemed to think of something, and asked, "For Snape, there is something I need your help with."

"Tell me." Snape took a sip of the tea in his cup, nodded and said, "It's within the range of my ability, no problem."

After Lockhart heard it, he smiled, took a sip of the tea in his cup, and said, "Don't worry, it must be within your ability range."

"If you're not here, how can I ask you for help."

"That's right, I have a friend with an extremely special ability."

Lockhart thought for a while, and organized his own words: "Let's put it this way, his integration of spider blood was very successful."

"Once he was bitten by a spider, he gained the spider's sensory ability, became very sensitive, his body became much stronger, and his intuition was far beyond that of an ordinary necromancer."

"What I'm thinking is, can you find other spider-type magical animals based on his ability, and then make them into blood potions, so that he can obtain the ability of other magical creatures in spiders."

Hearing this, Snape was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something?

Immediately afterwards, he sighed and said, "Although this matter is very troublesome, it is still within the scope of my ability."

"Wait someday, you call your friend over, I checked the Constitution, and I'm configuring the relevant potions."

Hearing this, Lockhart drank a cup of tea again, smiled awkwardly and said, "This... my friend is quite special."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to meet directly."

Hearing this, Snape was a little speechless, but he glanced at the half cup of tea in front of Lockhart, and said helplessly, "It's a bit troublesome if we can't see each other."

"So, when the time comes, you can provide me with his blood, and I will study and see if I can make related potions."

Lockhart was a little embarrassed when he heard it.

A little want to speak to Snape.

In fact, you have seen blood before, and you used blood to refine a potion for me.

But after thinking about it, it would be a little embarrassing to say that now.

Prepare to find a suitable time to speak again.

Finally, he nodded silently and said, "Okay, Snape, let's talk about it later."

Hearing this, Snape nodded.

Then

"Lockhart, I want to ask one more question." Snape asked again.

"you say."

"I want to ask, the potion of pure blood that I refined just now, I paid 5,000 Galleons to buy it, do you think it's okay?"

Snape asked silently.

Lockhart shook his head and said, "Snape, I'm afraid I can't do it now. I need this potion urgently."

"Just wait, I'll see if there is any magical plant similar to the golden clover in a while, and then you can try to refine it."

Hearing this, Snape nodded again, and said flatly, "Okay, no problem."

"If you are not sure, you can also bring it over, and I will make a free appraisal."

Hearing Snape's promise, Lockhart showed a smile on his face: "This is what you said, give me a free appraisal."

"Yeah." Snape nodded lightly, humming.

After talking here, Lockhart felt that it was almost done, so he responded, "Snape, if there is nothing else, then I'll go first."

Hearing this, Snape said with some emotion, "Lockhart, are you okay?"

"If it's okay, I'm idle and bored, do you want to chat with me, talk about the past when we were in school."

Hearing this, Lockhart was a little surprised, even surprised.

According to Snape's personality, there shouldn't be any talk about the past.

But the raging fire of gossip in his heart has already burned, and he put aside all doubts in his heart, nodded immediately and said: "Okay."

As he spoke, he took another sip of the tea in front of him, and looked at Snape expectantly.

Well, gossip and the like, he loved to listen to, especially Snape's gossip.

"You know what, Lockhart." Snape flicked his wand after drinking the tea in front of him.

The teapot next to it floated gently, pouring tea into the teacups in front of them.

After finishing, Snape said: "I remember, you only came to Hogwarts when I was in the third year, two grades behind, so although we met occasionally, we didn't talk much .”

"Yes." Lockhart nodded jokingly: "I remember, you had already gained a reputation in Slytherin House at that time, and the genius of potions was talking about you."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Snape's stiff face, as if he was recalling the memory of when he was called a genius.

But soon, his face returned to normal, and he continued to speak slowly: "By the way, Potter, Sirius, and Peter Pettigrew at that time, Lupine, do you still have memories?"

"Yeah." Lockhart nodded, subconsciously said with some repulsion: "Yes, their group of four predators is too noisy."

In his previous life, although he was not disgusted with rowdy students, he generally had some repulsion.

Because such a student is generally very troublesome to teach, and often makes trouble for him, and he has to clean up the mess.

Snape seemed to hear the repulsive tone in Lockhart's mouth, and was slightly happy in his heart.

He continued: "You know Lily Evans, a Gryffindor genius in the same grade as me, right?"

"Definitely, he is a genius in Potions just like you." Lockhart already felt something was wrong in his heart.

He remembered that Lily had always seemed to be a pain in Snape's heart.

Except for Dumbledore, he dared to turn against anyone who dared to mention Lily.

"I grew up with Lily when I was very young." Snape said in a low tone, "I have always had a good relationship with her."

"Including the beginning of school, even though she was in Gryffindor, I was in Slytherin."

"Although her friends kept persuading her at the time, saying to stay away from me, stay away from Slytherin students."

"But she still doesn't care, she is still willing to be my good friend."

"We ate together, read books together, did homework together, brewed potions together, and even went on night swims together."

"I still remember that during the first night tour, she told me that it actually violated the rules."

"But later, when she saw me coming out, she followed me on a night tour."

At this moment, Snape's eyes were a little dazed, as if he was recalling every good memory he had spent with Lily in the past.

When Lockhart heard this, although he obviously felt something was wrong, there was a sympathy in his heart, he didn't interrupt, and continued to listen patiently.

However, subconsciously raised a touch of vigilance.

"I hate it, I hate it"

Speaking of this, Snape showed an expression of extreme hatred and self-blame on his face.

"Why should I study black magic? Why should I study?"

"Why didn't I listen to Lily's advice at that time?"

"As long as I didn't study black magic at that time, I believe Lily would never leave me."

"Absolutely not."

Having said that, Snape's voice has softened, but Lockhart can still hear the strong sense of regret in his tone.

He could only comfort him silently: "Looking at the past, from the present, there are indeed many things that were wrong."

"But the past is the past after all, it's right to grasp the present."

Hearing this, Snape nodded slightly, as if agreeing, or still immersed in remorse, this was a subconscious nod.

Afterwards, Snape's tone was mixed with regret, jealousy, and deep hatred.

But as if pretending to be relaxed, he said: "You should know what happened later."

"I mixed with the students of Slytherin, and later joined the forces of the Dark Lord."

"And Lily gradually distanced herself from me, and later even married James Potter."

Hearing this, Lockhart remained silent, as if he knew what Snape was going to say next.

really

Snape asked himself, "Lockhart, do you know why I became Dumbledore's undercover agent to infiltrate the Dark Lord?"

Before Lockhart could reply, Snape asked himself and answered, "Because of Lily, or because of Lily."

"The Dark Lord is very tolerant of pure-blood necromancers, but he hates Muggle necromancers. He basically kills one at a time."

"Lily just happens to be a Muggle necromancer."

"I begged him, really, I begged him with all my allegiance, to spare Lily."

"At that time, I knelt under the Dark Lord, offered my wand, and was willing to exchange my one for his kindness to Lily."

"The Dark Lord promised me, I heard he promised me."

"He promised me that he would not shoot Lily."

At this point, a tear came out of Snape's eyes, and he disappeared quickly.

If Lockhart hadn't been sharp-eyed and kept paying attention to Snape's expression, he might have missed the scene just now.

"I believed him, I made potions for him, and I fought for him."

"but."

Speaking of this, Snape had a sneer on his face, he didn't know whether he was mocking Voldemort or himself.

"A prophecy, just a prophecy that I don't know whether it is true or not, he ignores all my efforts and all my loyalty."

"He wants to attack Lily, so I have no choice but to pray to Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore."

When Dumbledore was mentioned, Snape had an inexplicable expression on his face, not sure if it was sarcasm, hatred, or anticipation.

"He promised me that I will pass on information to him, and he will protect Lily and keep her safe."

"But what about the result? What about the result?"

Having said that, Snape's voice suddenly raised, full of questioning.

But then, it became low again.

"It turns out, you know, the Dark Lord is dead, but Lily is dead, she's dead."

"Dumbledore broke his promise."

Hearing this, Lockhart felt more and more uneasy. He shouldn't have been told such things.

Seeing Snape's remorse, remorse, and pained expression, he could only comfort him: "The past is the past."

Then I heard, Snape said in a low tone.

"Dumbledore told me that the Dark Lord is not dead, he is still alive."

"One day he will make a comeback."

"It's true. I saw him last year. The Dark Lord is coming back."

"Do you know what that means?"

Snape asked Lockhart, and then, without waiting for an answer from Lockhart, he spoke.

"Remember the last time I went to Knockturn Alley, what was the name I gave myself?"

"Avenger, yes, my name is Avenger."

Snape said quietly.

"The Dark Lord is not dead, which means, I can take revenge, I can kill him."

"However, with my current strength, there is absolutely no way to kill him. It is easy for him to kill me."

"So, my initial idea was to use Dumbledore's power to completely kill the Dark Lord and avenge my Lily."

Hearing this, Lockhart had already come to his senses, looking at the pale gold potion he was playing with just now on the table.

Just about to use his magic power, he opened his mouth to say something.

Sudden

As if something was touched, the brain began to feel dizzy.

Immediately, he touched the sling ring on his right hand slightly, and the sling ring lighted up slightly.

But the next moment, the body collapsed on the table, as if in a deep sleep.

(end of this chapter)