Chapter 529

"What was Hermione's last class?"

"Marca's magic class."

In the corridor, Harry and Ron walked side by side, following the crowd to the second floor. They didn't take ancient magic classes, so they couldn't go with Hermione when they had classes.

"Oh..." Ron seemed to sigh when he heard the speech. "Although Marca's class is always interesting, there are too many homework! Seriously, can't he reduce the burden of students?"

"We didn't take magic class again, so don't worry about others," Harry shook his head. "I think we have to worry about the next class - it was my favorite class!"

"Yes!" Ron sighed. "First, Umbridge has brought us a bad mood for most of the school year. I thought it was a good thing that she left, but I didn't think Snape came again..."

"Oh! I don't understand how Marca got along with Snape?" Harry said annoyed.

"Maybe as Marca said, Snape is not as bad as we thought?" Ron thought and quickly threw the idea away. "No, how is it possible?"

"Hey," said Harry with a dry smile, "did Marca say that?"

"I don't know. I can't remember," Ron shrugged. "I just think Marca would say that."

While they complained to each other, the crowd flocking to the defense against the dark arts classroom had quickly moved outside the familiar door. At this time, with a squeak, the teacher's door was opened from the inside.

Then, the big bat like figure came out of the door and stood a little in the corridor.

It was Snape. His hair still looked as greasy as if it had never been washed. It hung down from both sides of his head and covered the outline of his face. His dark hair set off his waxy yellow face more and more gloomy. At the moment when his indifferent eyes swept through the crowd, everyone seemed to feel a chill.

"Come in."

Snape glanced at them, then suddenly turned and returned to the classroom. He turned too hard, making his black robe crash away, as if he had turned into a real giant bat in that second.

Yes, yes, the kind that sucks human blood!

"One of his ancestors must have been a vampire!" Ron whispered in a very low voice close to Harry.

"I don't think that's strange. Hermione said that Hogwarts really had a history of vampires as professors of defense against the Dark Arts in the past," Harry blinked. "I want to say more than that - Snape can't wait!"

"What?" asked Ron suspiciously.

"I mean Snape," Harry whispered. "I've heard that he wants to be a professor of defense against the dark arts for a long time. It seems that he plans to apply for the course from the beginning."

"If you want to talk, I can let you talk enough in my office tonight!" snape knew somehow. He stepped out of the classroom door again and glared at them.

"It's not time for class yet!" said Harry subconsciously, which made Ron give him a wink to stop being so impulsive.

But before the words fell, a magic bell suddenly rang through the whole Hogwarts castle, turning Snape's anger into ridicule and sneer again.

"Now it's time," he said with a smile, "still outside the classroom? Well done... Deduct 5 points!"

"You did it!" Harry retorted loudly with his neck stuck.

"Deduct 5 points per person."

Snape added with a sneer, and then walked into the classroom again. Ron knew he couldn't stay here, so he just pulled Harry in - and let him fight Snape again. I'm afraid he'll really stay in that guy's office late tonight!

As soon as they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron found that Snape had branded his bright mark here.

Originally, the windows with good light were covered tightly by thick curtains, and a trace of natural light could not penetrate. In the classroom, only the small candle lit by magic is emitting a weak light, which makes it as gloomy and gloomy as the previous potion classroom.

Different from the magic potion classroom in the past, several portraits have been hung here, but those portraits obviously have a strong "snape style".

Most of the figures in the painting are characters, but they all seem to be suffering from terrible torture, showing their pain to people with twisted limbs and ferocious expressions. Some of the people in those paintings are screaming and moaning silently, some curl up, some half of their bodies are festering, and others are even indistinguishable.

It can be said that these pictures are "limited" in themselves, and I don't know how Snape dared to hang them - does Professor McGonagall know this?

"No!"

Ron and Harry joined the students standing in the middle of the classroom, but the next moment, Ron seemed to think of something, frowned and whispered.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Snape first and found that he didn't look this way. Then he turned to Ron nearby and asked.

"Hermione!" Ron stressed in a low voice. "Hermione hasn't come yet - how could she be late?"

"No!" Harry felt very bad.

But at this moment, a man rushed in at the door. Harry and Ron looked up quickly. They knew it before they saw the face of the visitor. It was Hermione. If you have to explain, it's her messy brown hair. Except Hermione, there is no other girl in Hogwarts who doesn't care about appearance like her.

"Hum, late?" Snape turned his head and said, "well done, miss know it all. Do you think..."

He habitually wants to satirize a few words and give some more punishment, so that his mood will become better. But after seeing Hermione's textbook on his chest, he snorted impatiently.

"Professor McLean is a little late today..." Hermione explained standing at the door.

As she spoke, she frowned and stared at the picture on the classroom wall. She suddenly got angry.

Those portraits were too much for Hermione. They should not be hung on any wall in the world, let alone in Hogwarts' classroom.

"Stand there, it's time for class!" snape waved angrily, and the sleeves of the wizard's robe made a noise in the air.

Here, although Hermione wanted to say a few words about the portrait on the wall, she had to press her agitation when she thought of her conversation with Marca after class.

Last class, Marca didn't procrastinate - he never did that in class. Hermione was a little late because she took the initiative to ask Marca for a few words.

Of course, what she asked was about Snape, and by the way, what Marca had asked her to do during the backtracking time. That day Snape broke into her house late at night and kept her for half a night. The reason for that is still a mystery.

Smart as Hermione, she naturally thought of Voldemort and greenward at once, but because the process of that matter was too complex, even if she was involved in one of them, she still had no clue.

Only when Maka was hospitalized in San Mungo, she didn't give a clear enough explanation, so she found another opportunity to ask.

However, Maka still didn't tell the cause and effect just now. What Hermione learned from him this time was only part of the inside story about Snape. That includes the past of Snape and Harry's mother, as well as the situation of Snape's sister TIA.

So now, when Hermione saw Snape herself, a rather complex emotion appeared in her heart.

"Hermione, did Maka drag the class?"

Ron and Harry were relieved when Hermione came to them unharmed. Then Harry asked casually.

"Hmm..." Hermione's mind was pulled back to reality by his words. She hesitated, but nodded, "yes... Yes!"

Maybe she subconsciously felt that she shouldn't tell Harry the conversation with Marca just now. After all, she didn't know where to start even if she wanted to say it - starting with Harry's mother's scandal? Don't be silly!

While answering, she stuffed the magic text textbook in her arms into the bulging schoolbag, turned it inside and took out another thick magic book.

"... put that book away," no one knows how Snape's eyesight is practiced. "I don't need that half hanging book in my defense against the dark arts class."

What Hermione took out was the dark forces: a guide to self-defense. This book has been the most commonly used textbook for defense against the dark arts since the first grade. No professor has used it except Umbridge. It contains many practical defense spells and introduces a large number of dark creatures. It is really a rich and reliable book.

But Snape said it was a "half hanging book".

"Before the class starts, I think it's necessary to have a few words with you," snape said stiffly in front of the classroom. "So next, I hope you can pay high attention and don't miss every word I say - because I can only say it once!"

At this point, he paused a little, and his cold black eyes swept over everyone's face one by one, bringing inexplicable pressure to everyone.