Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

Chapter 1112 [No Responsibility Extra Story Professor Chapter] 11

On Sunday night, Severus Snape was in the headmaster's room at Hogwarts.

In fact, he doesn't have many official duties to deal with, and he doesn't plan to prepare lessons—anyway, the content to be taught has already been deeply imprinted in his mind. It was rare to tremble.

But he just sat in the chair behind the huge desk like this, with his arms propped on the armrests on both sides of the chair, his hands crossed in front of him, with an impatient expression on his face, and he had kept it for a whole night.

Suddenly, a burst of green flame burst out from the fireplace in the principal's room.From the flames, the outline of a female face emerged vaguely.

"Sne... Severus, I have something to talk to you about."

Snape's frozen face suddenly shook, and then it seemed even more rigid.He paused for a full two seconds before slowly turning his head from the desk, staring at the face emerging from the green flames, and asked dumbly, "...what's the matter?"

On the contrary, the face in the flames seemed much calmer, and she seemed to be smiling, and then she said straightforwardly: "I have been discharged from St. Mungo's, and they said that there is no need for me to stay in the ward anymore Now, my health is no different from normal people..."

Snape replied stiffly, "Oh, then, congratulations on your recovery."

His voice sounded like a mechanical voice synthesized by a computer, his tone was insincere, and he was as rigid as a robot.

The owner of the face in the flame seemed to be completely indifferent to his lack of emotion greeting, and continued to smile and said, "So, where should I live next?"

Snape choked.

"Ma'am, I am under no obligation to arrange for you to be properly accommodated—" he said.

But the lady interrupted him with a smile.

"So it doesn't matter to you that I'm running around with the shell of your important friend, and my whereabouts are unknown, Severus?"

... Checkmate.

Snape was stunned for a moment, then growled viciously at the green flame in the fireplace: "...What are you trying to do?!"

The lady in the flames seemed very happy, and even let out a chuckle.But in any case, the outline of a face floating in the flames with a smile on it looked a little weird.

"How about arranging a place for me at Hogwarts?" she suggested directly.

Snape: "...Don't even think about sneaking into Hogwarts just like that. Adult wizards who have no valid reason, have never been officially dispatched by the Ministry of Magic, and are not on the faculty of Hogwarts are prohibited—"

"Oh, oh," said the lady in the flames, "Of course I know the rule, but we can find a way to solve it, can't we?"

Snape glared at the flames in the fireplace.

The lady said with a smile: "I heard that the position of professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts continues to be vacant, and I think I am very suitable-"

Snape said angrily: "...the course was not offered this year!"

The lady suggested in a good-tempered manner: "Then maybe we can continue to offer it next year? Allowing the professor of Muggle Studies to settle in Hogwarts a few months in advance for pre-class preparation and familiarization with the school is also due—"

Snape roared: "You've been at Hogwarts for almost 20 years, what kind of school do you need to be familiar with in advance!!"

As a result, he hadn't finished yelling, and the next second, the lady broke out into a burst of happy laughter without mercy.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha—"

Snape seemed about to draw his wand right away and give the fireplace an Avada.

The lady quickly suppressed the burst of harmful laughter, cleared her throat, and continued to persuade him sweetly: "Severus, calm down. I am discussing the next step with you very objectively." The problem to face—have you ever thought about what will happen to Li...uh, Ms. Beryl if the next time the soul magic is successfully used?"

Perhaps because she used a fireplace to communicate with him in a public place, she carefully avoided a certain name and used another name to refer to the other female client whom they both knew well.

"It's impossible for her to stay in Hogwarts in the same capacity as before, but I believe she also wants to stay with her son; after all, she has missed such an opportunity for more than ten years..."

Snape's anger faded; he fell into an unnatural silence, and it took a long time before he replied, "...do you think you know her well?"

The lady on the other side of the fireplace said calmly: "In fact we have talked about it calmly. It is her own idea. She does not want to be too far away from her son, and does not see him from time to time. . . It's perfectly fine for her to arrange a teaching position in advance."

Snape didn't speak for a long time.

The lady on the other side of the fireplace waited patiently for a while, as if she had finally felt enough, and added half-jokingly: "...Severus, if you don't agree to this arrangement, I'm going to live on the street Now, then I can only go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place to borrow, or run away without a trace with this body—”

Snape spoke suddenly.

"Say, where are you going?"

The lady in the flames seemed a little surprised.

"Huh? I said I was going to run out of sight, so of course—"

Snape interrupted impatiently.

"Before that sentence, you said an address—"

The lady paused, then suddenly laughed again.

"12 Grimmauld Place," she replied. "The old house of the Black family. I suppose you know where it is?"

Snape hissed like a toothache.

"...Does that stupid dog know your plan?" He asked in a rude tone, "Taking his ancestral house as his own, he planned to move in without consulting the current owner—"

The lady gently interrupted his impertinent speculation.

"Actually, Severus, it was Sirius who invited me that way. He offered his generous advice, and I was cornered, so—"

Her peaceful voice didn't seem to be able to dispel the anger of the headmaster of Hogwarts, he commented coldly: "What a touching friendship."

The lady laughed twice on the other side of the fireplace.

However, her gentle attitude could not prevent the evil words heard next. The headmaster of Hogwarts raised his voice as smooth as a cello, and because of the maliciousness contained in it, his voice sounded like The cadence became more slippery, like some kind of viper gliding slowly across the polished marble floor in the dark.

"...Well, I didn't know you'd already met. How impatient! Considering you've only been conscious for a few days...I didn't know Aurors at the Ministry of Magic were so free, Kingsley Does Shacklebolt already feel that the world is at peace, so there's no need to make his employees work harder?"

The lady across the fireplace: "..."

Snape seemed satisfied that she finally stopped talking; so he continued to use his ability to breathe venom, his voice rising like an aria.

"I thought maybe you were still thinking about the possibility of being the heiress of that old old mansion? It's a pity, ma'am, that even that stupid dog still hasn't been able to find a woman who's willing to take the bait and give her life." To put up with his kind lady, but that doesn't mean you'll still inherit that house—that troublemaker Potter is about to come of age. By then he can just be..."

He used his power of guessing recklessly, until the green flame in the fireplace suddenly became louder with a "hula"; the moment he subconsciously stopped talking in shock, a person walked away from the fireplace with big strides He rushed out, and because he rushed forward so violently, he staggered forward three steps before he stood still, and just stopped in front of his desk, facing him across the table.

Snape froze for a few seconds, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

The face that had just risen above the green flames of the fireplace was now alive before his eyes.The owner of that face was slapping the Floo powder that fell on his sleeve at the moment, and at the same time raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

Snape froze for a moment, then suddenly roared.

"Who told you to come here—"

The owner of that face, the flower of Gryffindor back then, Lily Evans, the former professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts, smiled and raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't care about his soaring flames. of.

"You see, I've got to have somewhere to go after I leave St. Mungo's, Severus," she said.

"It's inconvenient for me to go back to 4 Privet Drive, and I'm too embarrassed to bother Aberforth with the Hog's Head... You don't really want me to live at 12 Grimmauld Place, do you?"

Snape was gasping for breath, his expression was terrible, as if he had been pissed off.

"To be fair, Severus," said the reappearing fake Lily, "let me resume my original job and give me a chance to stay in Hogwarts Castle for a while, so it's also convenient for you to spy on me? If If I'm wandering outside now, if I escape on purpose and don't know where I'm going, where will your Lily go to get back this body? And when the soul magic takes effect, she can also borrow her position as a professor of Muggle Studies Justifiably staying on to watch Harry - what a perfect arrangement! I don't see where you could be dissatisfied."

It turned out that he was really dissatisfied with her words.

"...I don't know whereabouts?!" He repeated a key word in what she just said, and frowned.

"How dare you...! You are responsible for taking good care of this body. How many times do I have to repeat this kind of thing?! Promised to cooperate well, but disappeared without authorization. Does your promise have no credibility at all? Is it?" he asked sternly.

The fake Lily looked a little taken aback, but she quickly overcame this emotion, and showed a playful smile towards him.

"Oh, come on, Severus," she said, grinning, "Looks like you'd rather have me disappear—"