Chapter 17

At night, eight o'clock sharp.

Severus Snape's office was in the cellar, next to the potion classroom - an extremely gloomy place with specimens and glass bottles.

Typical snake yard style.

"Good, better than I expected."

Looking at Klein standing in front of him, Snape put his arms around his chest, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his dark eyes.

Punctuality has always been an excellent quality.

"Good evening, Dean."

Klein saluted slightly with textbook humility.

"Greenwald, your job today is to clean the dust on the specimen."

He raised his chin slightly, and Snape's expression was as indifferent as ever.

Then he ignored Klein and continued to write and draw on parchment with a frown, as if there were no one else in the room.

Klein shrugged his shoulders and took out the magic wand hidden in his sleeve bag, but before he could spell, Snape's unique sinister voice came into his ears.

"No magic spells, Greenwald. My collection is very precious."

No magic spells?

Klein was stunned and then smiled relieved.

After looking at Snape, who was buried behind his desk, he rolled up his robe sleeves, honestly picked up the feathers in the corner and began his work.

"Sha Sha."

As he looked at the strange specimens and brushed away the dust on them, Klein's action was very light, and there was almost no superfluous sound except the slight waving of the feather.

Time goes by

"All right, Greenwald, today's work is over."

When the short needle of the magic clock pointed to "Nine", Snape raised his head, put down his pen and said without any emotion.

"Well, good night."

Klein saluted goodbye, put down his feathers, swept around and left.

But just then, several pieces of parchment suddenly fell from the sky and suspended in the air, blocking his way!

"Huh?"

Klein caught the parchment and turned around slightly unexpectedly.

"I thought I had to wipe the specimens for a month in a row to get your additional guidance."

"Knowledge is precious, Greenwald, you and I know that."

Behind his desk, Snape resumed his arms around his chest and stared at Klein indifferently.

"So you have to pay the price."

"Yes, it's very fair."

Klein put away the parchment and nodded approvingly.

There may be hatred for no reason in the world, but there is absolutely no love for no reason. He doesn't think there is anything in his body that can make Snape treat him differently.

"Well, you're a smart man. I like dealing with smart people."

After a close look at Klein, Snape lengthened his tone.

"In the future, I will assign you some extra homework, or spells, or potions, but no matter what, your results must satisfy me."

"Er... I don't understand what you mean. What price do I have to pay?"

Klein seldom had doubts, but he did not find the key point in Snape's words.

"That's the price, Greenwald. Your entertainment time will be greatly reduced in the future. If you can't satisfy me, you can't even rest!"

Snape frowned, his tone still cold.

"This..."

Klein's eyes began to look strange. He endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't help laughing.

That's scary. That's it?

Klein secretly warned himself that in the future, he must not use "conspiracy theory" to guess the mind of dead pride.

"Sorry, Dean, I'm just too happy."

Seeing Snape's expression getting worse, Klein quickly restrained his smile and apologized very skillfully.

"Hum."

Snape snorted coldly, his face full of gloom.

But somehow, the cold hum in Klein's ear felt strange

"Now, take your homework and get out of my office."

Keenly aware that his majesty seemed hard to deter the damn bear child opposite, Snape raised his face, waved his wand and opened the door of the office.

This is a seeing off.

"OK, Dean."

Klein won't sell cheap.

He nodded honestly and walked out without thinking.

"And... Have a good rest tonight. The beetle of the Ministry of magic will certainly ask you a lot of questions tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you lose face, but I won't allow you to damage the face of the snake yard."

When Klein's foot stepped out of the door, Snape's gloomy voice sounded again.

"OK, good night."

Klein was not surprised. He had guessed some clues from the words of "blood man barrow" in the afternoon. Five days have passed since the "healing spell" was improved. It's time for the Ministry of magic to show up.

"It's really unpleasant."

When Klein left the office, Snape silently put down his arms and looked up at the rough stone ceiling.

"Klein's situation is very special, Severus."

Dumbledore's words rang through his mind again, and he gently closed his eyes.

......

Nine hours ago, the principal's office.

"Klein's situation is very special, Severus.

A man who wanders the world by half a spell book and a broken wand, even if he is only eleven years old, you can't treat him as an ordinary child. "

When Dumbledore said this, his expression was still gentle, but under that gentleness, there was a kind of awe that Snape couldn't understand.

"Except you, almost all professors have privately asked me whether this child's" Greenwald "is that" Greenwald ". Every time I told them with great certainty that it was the "greendevo" and Klein was the last direct descendant of the family. "

"It's none of my business."

Snape sat opposite Dumbledore, his gloomy face showing a trace of impatience.

Yes or no, what does it have to do with him?

"He's at your Slytherin college."

The old man raised his voice slightly.

"And very ambitious!"

"With all due respect," ambition "is not derogatory. It is the excellent quality of every snake yard person."

Even though he doesn't care much about external things, Snape still has a great sense of recognition and pride in his college.

"Severus, I'm the principal of this school. Of course I know Slytherin's tradition, but Klein is different."

The pure blue eyes flashed in his mind, and Dumbledore sighed gently.

"For people like that, secular rules can't restrict them. They can only do what they want..."

"Just like you."

Snape suddenly spoke and interrupted Dumbledore.

"Oh, yes, it's similar to when I was young."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded slightly.

"So when he grows up, I want him to be the principal of this school!"

"What? You're crazy!"

Hearing this, Snape's expression finally changed greatly.

What is this, a cold joke?

"You don't understand, Severus, you don't understand."

Dumbledore smiled mysteriously as he met the shocked eyes.

"He said he was very interested in potions, so I'd like you to teach him some potions."

"No."

Snape turned down the proposal without thinking about it, and his face was solemn.

He is not Dumbledore's echo. He belongs to his own knowledge. He is qualified to decide whether to teach others.

"I knew it would."

Dumbledore was not surprised. With a wave of his old wand, a piece of parchment on his desk floated in front of Snape.

"Look at this. You'll change your mind."

"Hum."

With a cold hum, Snape looked down at the contents of the parchment.

As time went by, he fell into a long silence.

"Well, I promised."

I don't know how long later, Snape nodded with a complicated face.

James baud?

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He's in Klein Greendevo saw his own shadow