novelraw Chapter 980 [Chapter 5] 65
Chapter 980 [Chapter 5] 65
At the end of this summer, one night, Hermione Granger, the female prefect of Gryffindor, had something to report to the principal's office.
She was actually just here to report some statistical issues about the number and grades of the students left behind in Hogwarts after the war - she was fast and efficient, and she upheld that Muggle-style, modern rigor and simplicity , listed a detailed form - when she walked into the principal's office with the parchment, she originally thought that the person who stayed there to deal with the affairs was Professor McGonagall, who had been acting as the school's affairs these days, but she saw What arrived was the current headmaster of Hogwarts, the former head of Slytherin, Severus Snape, who was dressed in black and had a gloomy face.
The happy smile that was still on Hermione's face froze in half.But her good self-cultivation and self-control ability helped at critical moments.She tried her best to maintain the last trace of a polite smile on her face, handed the parchment to the huge desk in front of Snape with both hands, explained what was written on it, and why she was here Time to visit the principal's office.
"Professor McGonagall told me the password for the principal's office tonight...so I thought she was here." She explained with a bit of embarrassment, standing stiffly in front of the desk, feeling that the conversation It may be unsustainable at any time.
However, to her surprise, the black-robed wizard sitting behind the desk glanced at the densely written words on the parchment, and responded to her in a low voice.
"Professor McGonagall went to the Ministry of Magic tonight..." He paused subtly when he said this.
"Question in memory of the students who died in the war."
Hermione understood in an instant.
Hogwarts needs a ceremony, an opportunity for everyone to face their inner pain and separation, hug each other, talk to each other, cry together, and then continue to dry their tears and go on bravely.And that was why Professor McGonagall was not here tonight.She probably went to the Ministry of Magic to discuss the specific implementation plan of this issue with those officials-and now that Kingsley Shacklebolt has succeeded as the Minister of Magic, this legitimate wish will no longer be lightly ignored by the Ministry of Magic and dismissed.
She responded with an oh, her eyes lowered sadly, and after thinking about it, she replied: "...that's really great. I hope that after this ceremony, everything will be fine—"
She thought her answer was very decent, expressing her feelings clearly, and not offending anyone—but when she finished her last word, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees immediately .
This must be because of the sudden strong air-conditioning from the current headmaster of Hogwarts sitting behind the desk.
Hermione felt slightly puzzled - and embarrassed.She felt that she had said nothing wrong, but the atmosphere in this room suddenly became so bad that it was impossible to stay here any longer.
So, she said casually, "Then I still have my thesis to finish, so I'll leave first. Good night, Professor", and planned to leave the room.
However, after she took a few steps, Snape suddenly called out and stopped her behind her.
"...Miss Granger."
Hermione stopped and turned her head, looking at the current Hogwarts headmaster with some doubts.
Oh, Merlin's hat!He looked really bad, his face was as black as the sky before a storm, and it looked as if there was going to be lightning and thunder.
Despite knowing what a great contribution this man had made in the fight against Voldemort, Hermione was still slightly on guard - it was a completely subconscious reaction.Professor Snape - oh, now the Headmaster - wouldn't change his nature, nor would he appreciate Gryffindor any more for protecting Harry Potter for so many years.As a Gryffindor, Hermione felt that she had to maintain the necessary vigilance.
"...Professor?" She looked at him hesitantly, and called softly and suspiciously.
As if facing a major problem, Snape opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally squeezed out a question from between his teeth, as if he had finally made up his mind to die.
"Do you know anything about Muggle literature...?"
Hermione was taken aback, not understanding why Professor Snape mentioned such an unpopular field of Muggle literature.However, her passion for knowledge and curiosity about the headmaster's inexplicable question instantly ignited, making her forget the sense of danger and oppression that the former Potions professor brought to all Hogwarts students, and nodded enthusiastically: "Yes, Learn something."
Snape was silent for a moment, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly.Just when Hermione thought he was just asking casually and there would be no other questions about Muggle literature, he spoke again, his voice low and hoarse, like a dry bow on the strings of a violin It rubbed and rolled back and forth, making a hoarse and sharp hissing sound.
"'What does the name matter? A rose is not called a rose, but it still smells the same'. Does this sentence... come from some famous Muggle literature?"
Hermione was actually a little surprised this time.
She thought about it calmly, and quickly gave an answer. "I think... that's what Shakespeare said. Well, Shakespeare was a famous Muggle playwright about three or four hundred years ago, and this sentence comes from one of his tragic masterpieces, Romeo and Juliet..."
Snape snorted.To Hermione's surprise, he didn't get angry, and there was only a clear expression of "so it really is like this" on his face.He didn't allow her to leave immediately, and lowered his head to think carefully for a few minutes, as if he was remembering something.Then, he spoke again.
"...So, what about this poem? Is it also written by that... famous Muggle?" He asked slowly, as if trying to search for every word in his memory, and said a little awkwardly: "You Are you okay 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? …”
Hermione was completely stunned.
This poem sounds exactly like a parting love poem.And through the analysis of the context, it is not too much to say that it is a situation of life and death.And Hogwarts' well-known gloomy, cold, stern, and ruthless professor... would actually know such a thing? !
Hermione couldn't help but look at the wall of the headmaster's office.The old headmaster Dumbledore, whom she admired very much, was dozing off with his head on his hands in the frame, as if he would be extremely sleepy in an instant.The other former headmasters also seemed to be very busy for a moment. Some people read books, some people made tea, and the former headmistress, Dai Lisi Dewente—a famous therapist—felt out a lot of Muggle wool from somewhere. and long needles began to knit, while the unpopular ex-headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black, also of Slytherin, suddenly complained about the tablecloth and tea towel on the coffee table in the frame where he sat. Patterns generate great interest.
Hermione sighed silently, put on a very serious and solemn look, and continued to listen carefully to the Muggle poetry recited by the headmaster in a rigid and stiff tone.
"...will you receive the letter that I dare not send? will I express the confession that I dare not confess? . . . Time will pass and the rose will wither? It is time to say goodbye . . . as darkness falls , will the candle be lit again?"
The principal finally finished memorizing it.He didn't immediately raise his eyes to his brilliant Muggleborn student, waiting for her answer.He just let his eyes stay on a certain lower corner, as if some rare potion material grew there for a moment.
Hermione didn't dare follow the direction of his gaze to see what he was looking at.However, the answer she wanted to give might not satisfy him.This made her feel a little uneasy suddenly, and she said guiltily, "I'm sorry...professor, I'm afraid I haven't...haven't heard of this poem."
Even though it wasn't Snape's question, Hermione felt a wave of embarrassment and embarrassment.There were questions she couldn't answer!And she was supposed to be ten times better at Muggle literature knowledge than this sullen black-robed professor!She bowed her head in shame, wanting to apologize once again for her ignorance.
But Snape didn't pursue anything, he quickly said: "It's okay. As a wizard, you don't need to know what Muggles write so much."
Hermione felt that this was probably a rare comfort from the headmaster, but there was nothing worthy of comfort in this sentence.She replied sadly, "No...it's frustrating to discover gaps in my knowledge, Professor, and I'm sorry I couldn't be of much help."
Snape curled his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but maybe it was because of the repeated mention of the Muggle literature that he always despises, which made him feel a little unconfident. He didn't mock Hermione as usual, but just turned away in a low voice He changed the topic and asked another sentence that made him feel strange.
"'You may suspect that the stars are fire, that the sun moves, that the truth is a lie...' Do you know if that was written by a Muggle too, Granger?"
Hermione cheered up from the gloomy mood, cheered up, and said very cheerfully: "Of course, I know this. This sentence was also written by the famous Muggle playwright Shakespeare just now. It comes from his most famous One of the plays, "Hamlet."
Snape didn't seem to have much interest in Shakespeare or Hamlet.In fact, his abrupt questioning of these incongruous lines today is scary enough.He seemed to have only one concern.
"... Is there any other... words after this sentence?" He carefully chose a more neutral word, but what was revealed in his expression was far from the truth.In fact, he looked as though the words after that one would bring Voldemort back to life, guarded, tense, and on the verge of death.
Hermione was taken aback by his tense tone, but she answered his question seriously.
"Yes. The full text of the sentence should be 'You may doubt that the stars are fire, that the sun moves, that the truth is a lie, but never doubt that I love you.'—"
Her voice suddenly choked.Because she saw the current headmaster of Hogwarts suddenly raised his head when he heard the last sentence she recited, his black eyes seemed to be burning with the fierce fire she had seen in the Room of Requirement, too sharp and bright .
Hermione shivered involuntarily.She thought, if the eyes could also emit magic, then she would have been buried in the fire of black magic just like Crabbe on the day of the final battle with the Dark Lord.
The author has something to say:
February 7:
I suddenly felt as if I could finish this volume in a few more chapters!
But I have no idea what to write in the sub-long line ==
Next update: tomorrow at midnight.