Chapter 2380

The three of them from the United States finally left. The back of stepping out of the community looked a little gray and had little momentum. After all, even if they had no choice but to go ahead, the fact that they had injured a Hogwarts student was always true and unreasonable.

However, John Stewart and his party left and watched them... Or MEG and Snape, who "escorted" them away, were in a bad mood at all, and there was no sense of relief from the crisis.

Of course, their ideas are different at the moment.

For Mileva McGonagall, even if there was no sneaker event that seemed to be a misunderstanding in the community at this time, her mood could not be relaxed; For Snape, the reason is very different - because the three came to him from the beginning!

"Hey, what are those Stewart guys looking for you for? It's all about you from beginning to end. Even if it's really just a 'private matter', it seems that you can't explain it without disclosing half a word?"

After sending the three John away, Sirius caught a glimpse of Snape, who seemed to be going back without saying a word, even though he couldn't help calling each other.

Just facing the question of Sirius, the sworn enemy, how could Snape answer honestly?

"Professor McGonagall hasn't even asked me, but you have to be wordy?" he suddenly turned back and stared at Sirius without expression.

"Tut," Sirius smacked his tongue, very unhappy, "Professor McGonagall's trust is not your selfish capital, snot essence, don't be shameless!"

Just waiting to say a few more words, but unexpectedly, at this time, Mileva herself stretched out her hand to stop him, which must be more reasonable and unforgiving.

"Sirius." Mileva waved her hand, and then looked at Snape's back as Sirius did, with some hesitation. "Severus has never been a man without discretion in major events. Albus also said this at the beginning... This time he always kept the truth in his heart and didn't speak. There must be difficulties. Don't force him like this."

Now that Mileva has said so, Sirius naturally can't continue to bite Snape. When I think about it, this matter can only be put aside for the time being. After all, he came here with a formal intention, and his purpose was not in this matter from the beginning.

So, Sirius soon turned his head again. While walking back with Mileva, he talked again about the chaos on the German side of the second battlefield.

At the same time, the other side

Snape's journey was always fast. When Sirius and Mileva were still talking and walking on the way, he had returned to his residence with great strides. When he passed his potion laboratory, he just stopped and thought, and found that he had not completely calmed down, so he simply didn't go in.

"Chi -"

Entering the simple and even rudimentary temporary bedroom, Snape sat down at the desk under the window and stretched out his hand to open the drawer.

Most of the important things are put in the locked private suitcase, while the less important ones, such as those semi-finished drugs, experimental tools and magic medicine materials, are almost put in the next laboratory. There is almost nothing in the bedroom - he doesn't even come to bed every day, but usually chooses to make do with it in the bed of the laboratory for one night.

When he opened the drawer, he just took out a roll of parchment from it, and by the way, he could see that there was not even much in it.

But after putting the parchment on the table, he didn't follow up, which made him look a little dull.

"Well..."

There were some vague thoughts in Snape's throat, but if someone heard them, they must feel that there was no way to hide... And it was indeed an undisguised boredom.

Soon, Snape reached out several times to try to get the black feather pen in the long box at the head of the table, but he stopped and took it back again on the way.

After so many times, maybe even he was a little impatient. He simply leaned back on the back of the chair behind him, closed his eyes slightly and began to take a nap.

It can be seen from the wrinkles in the center of his eyebrows that he has not untied. In fact, the thoughts swirling in his heart have never stopped.

"How... Annoying!"

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a few seconds, or a few minutes - Snape, who hasn't paid attention to the time since he entered the house, doesn't know. All he knew was that the more he thought about it, the more complicated it seemed. It was really annoying.

In the end, he still didn't write down even one letter on the parchment.

"Benedictine Benedictine."

At this moment, the soft sound of three knocks on the door came from behind his back, which finally gave him a chance to put his mind down for a while. He saw him turn his head slightly and look at the closed door:

"Who?"

"Professor Snape... I'm Greengrass. Professor flavy said the access control was lifted, so... It's time for class... Our next class is defense against the dark arts."

Listening to what the girl outside said intermittently with hesitation and caution, Snape on the seat was slightly stunned - yes, it's time for class. He was full of worries at the moment, but he forgot all about it.

After a little stunned, Snape returned to his usual calm, followed by the sidewalk:

"I see. I'll tidy up and go there... You go to the temporary classroom first."

"All right, professor."

Hearing Snape seemed in a good mood, the girl surnamed Greengrass gave a busy reply, and then heard her deliberately light footsteps fade away.

Snape in the room could not help but frown again - he hadn't even noticed the approaching footsteps of the other party, which was really a little careless.

After shaking his head a little and reminding himself secretly, Snape withdrew his chair and got up.

There is nothing to sort out, because that is originally an excuse to perfunctory students. But after subconsciously glancing at the table, Snape, who saw the roll of blank parchment on the table, couldn't help thinking again.

In fact, what he has been hesitating about just now... Is just a small matter such as "whether to write a letter". As for the object of the letter, it was naturally the sister TIA he had accidentally acquired in recent years.

"Hum."

With a faint hum of unknown meaning, Snape didn't clean up the things on the table. He just took a book from the bookshelf next to him, which didn't put a few books, and walked out of the room coldly.

With a bang, the door closed.