novelraw Chapter 1115 [No Responsibility Extra Story Professor Chapter] 14
Chapter 1115 [No Responsibility Extra Story Professor Chapter] 14
Her inner villain held her head and ranted for a solid 10 minutes before she finally slammed her desk in a rage, stood up and walked into the bedroom.
Complaining to the system bacteria about this kind of thing is useless.The system bacteria will definitely say that in order to successfully complete the task, you should be a social animal for a while. It's not like you haven't been a social animal before.
...so, why would Severus Snape still have trouble with her after she had died all right? ?Is it because she pretended to be the white moonlight in his heart and deceived his feelings before, but this time he managed to get the real Lily to return to the body of the flower of Gryffindor? But failed again, and instead brought back her annoying impostor?
"Okay, okay," she murmured, as she rearranged herself in the bathroom, arranging her signature Lily red hair, and reluctantly looked into the magic mirror The face reflected in it complained: "...I hope I won't be enslaved to death from overwork by him before performing that soul magic again next time——"
After she finished speaking, Lily Evans' face in the mirror showed a wry smile, curled her lips helplessly, and rolled her iconic green eyes lightly towards the sky.
However, when she faced Severus Snape again, she was relaxed with a hint of sarcasm, and after the night curfew, when she actually started to watch the night, it became-very complicated, The taste is difficult to understand.
Maybe it's because the current headmaster has been replaced by Snape, and the ruthless power of the former Potions professor has already swept the entire Hogwarts, planting deep fear (?) in the hearts of all the little trolls Now, after the curfew, there are no little wizards walking in the corridor, and it is so quiet that only her own footsteps can be heard.
Liu Quan walked slowly along the route he had memorized countless times in his heart and walked countless times, like a walk.The long hem of the re-worn wizard robe fluttered across the long-standing floor of Hogwarts castle; some places were deformed because of the old wooden floor, and there was a raised piece, which logically should have been used by magic Minor fixes, but somehow neglected—
Even the magic portraits hanging on the walls seem a little more worn out than half a year ago, and the paint on some frames is mottled, perhaps the traces left by the great war, which have not been well repaired ——
All in all, this was the Hogwarts she was familiar with.This place didn't seem to be the Hogwarts she was familiar with.
The bright moonlight shone in from the high window, casting a light halo on the ground in front of her feet.In some remote corridors in the middle of the night, even the candles for lighting were extinguished, only a small ball of light from the tip of the wand she held in her right hand with a fluorescent spell; the characters in the magical portraits on the wall Snoring one after another.
Walking to a fork in the road, Liu Quan slightly raised the magic wand in his right hand, and took a picture of two different corridors with the tip of the wand, then chose one of them at random, turned into that corridor, and continued to walk slowly towards the go forward.
In fact, she didn't have any intention of observing the surroundings and catching those students who dared to challenge the school's night tour.She was walking in a certain hallway of Hogwarts late at night, all she could think about was Hermione who knocked on her door alone after dinner, what she said to her in her office... Incomprehensible words.
"I... let me start by saying, I'm really glad to see you're all right, Professor Evans!" Hermione began with this excited, enthusiastic greeting.
Liu Quan: "Oh hehe..."
She laughed awkwardly, feeling that she really couldn't express the emotions of "I'm so happy to be back here" as frankly and directly as Harry or Hermione.
It is true that she is still very happy to return to Hogwarts and receive the warm care and warm welcome from these familiar friends, colleagues, students, etc.If she could reunite with these people as a short vacation, maybe she would enjoy this unexpected opportunity with a relaxed and comfortable mood——
But now she is faced with a mess, a dilemma, a bunch of unanswered questions——
Why does soul magic go wrong?Will it succeed next time?What will happen to this world if soul magic cannot be executed correctly?Will she be trapped in this world and unable to leave? ...
A series of questions made her feel stuck in her throat.Moreover, in the end, she found that the final question she was thinking about was——
What would Severus Snape think if this soul magic never succeeded?How to react?Will the rage be uncontrollable?Will he yell at her to let her give up to Lily the body she has occupied for nearly 20 years?Would he be so angry that he would never see her again?
...However, after hearing what Hermione said below, all these questions were frozen by the extreme shock and disbelief, and turned into a rough and cold boulder, back and forth in her heart Rolling and crushing, her soft flesh and blood were roughly cut apart, causing her to feel a burst of stinging pain.
Because, Hermione hesitated for a long time, and finally showed a look of determination, and what she said was——
"One day after the war ended and Hogwarts resumed classes, I had to go to the headmaster's office and report some statistics to...Professor Snape," she said.
Liu Quan: "Oh..."
Hermione: "Then, Professor Snape stopped me and asked me a few... questions that I found difficult to answer."
Liu Quan became a little interested.A question that can make Hermione, a top student, feel embarrassed, how difficult can it be?Had Snape been constantly evolving even his ability to embarrass students?
But the question she heard the next moment made her scalp explode!
"He asked me if I'd ever heard of such a poem written by a Muggle—" said Hermione.
Liu Quan's intuition suddenly terrified her for a moment, as if what Hermione was going to say next was something terrible; however, she had no valid reason to stop Hermione, so she could only keep that upright expression on her face. With a hypocritical smile, sitting at the table, listening to the Gryffindor prefect recite word for word quietly and verbatim:
"Are you alright out there? Do you feel lonely? Does the sky still turn red at sunset? Do the birds still sing on the way to the woods? Can you get the letters I didn't dare to send? I can express Confessions that I dare not admit? . . . Time will pass, will the rose wither? It is time to say goodbye . . . As the darkness falls, will the candle be lit again?"
Liu Quan:! ! !
Her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.The blood all over her body also congealed in her blood vessels, and her hands and feet were stiff, as if she was drowning in the deep seabed. Her eyes, ears, mouth and nose were filled with cold sea water, which made her brain also stop functioning.
It took her a few seconds to find her normal voice.
"Ah..." she said, her voice seemed to become distant, her tone was stiff and somewhat unnatural. "This... is really a good poem..."
Hermione sat upright, her back seemed to be straighter than before.She seemed a bit afraid to face the face of the newly appointed female professor of Muggle Studies, fixed her gaze on a place behind Liu Quan, and continued:
"I can't answer what this poem is called, who wrote it... Later, I also went to the Muggle library to check the information, but I couldn't find any records. Therefore, I have not been able to answer Professor Snape The problem……"
Liu Quan: "Really..."
She heard her voice seem stiff and hollow.The extreme shock seemed to have caused her to suddenly lose a large part of her language ability, making it difficult for her to organize more appropriate and appropriate diction and tone to respond to the Gryffindor prefect's question.
Hermione seemed to pause for a long time.Then, she seemed to finally summon up all her courage, and turned her gaze back to Liu Quan's face.
She asked: "Professor Evans... Maybe you know, what is this poem called? Who is the author?"
Liu Quan: "..."
She couldn't believe that Snape knew the poem!Where on earth had he heard of this poem!He should not have known the poem at all!As a result, not only did he know it, he could also recite it!What is he trying to do?If he knew the connection between this poem and her—she had written this poem over and over again, as if she had used a piece of paper to expel her inner emotions—would he come to mock her?Will he laugh at her for inappropriately hurting the spring and autumn, moaning/groaning without illness?Or will he taunt her mercilessly for being so scheming, perhaps this poem is also part of her deceitful plan?
For a moment she thought of Arianna Dumbledore in the enchanted portrait on the wall of the Hog's Head.
She once wrote the poem on a piece of parchment at Ariana's request before going to Hogwarts for the final battle.However, she did not write the title of the poem on paper at the time.
...So, did Snape get the paper later? !How could Aberforth have allowed him to take something from the Hog's Head when he hated him so much?And how did he know the existence of that piece of paper?Did Ariana tell him?Why would Ariana tell him?And why did you give him the paper with the poem on it? !
A series of unanswered questions immediately burst into her brain, causing her temples to swell and ache.
With a troubled sigh, she stretched out her hand to press the painful temple, thereby slightly covering and disguising the expression on her face; With a slight fluctuation.
"Actually, I'm not very clear about—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Hermione stood up abruptly from the chair in front of her desk.
The girl with thick brown hair was very serious—but there was a mixture of nervousness and apprehension hidden in the brown eyes—staring at the red-haired and green-eyed female professor in front of her, and said:
"Professor Evans, maybe I shouldn't say this sentence—but, for some reason, I always feel that since I was asked this question by Professor Snape, I have the responsibility to put everything—I The questions I heard, my own thoughts—all will be passed on to you.”