Snape paused for a few seconds before he said in a cold and monotonous voice, "Mirror."
The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing the spiral staircase that led from the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor.
The change in the principal's office was a new challenge for the professors who wanted to report to Allen. However, such a question was not difficult for Professor Mag, who was almost sent to Ravenclaw, and Ravenclaw's Professor Fleevy. It was also not a big problem for the mixed-race professor in front of the stone statue. After all, Harry Potter had used a similar method to challenge him during the Philosopher's Stone incident in his first grade.
Only Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, was rejected a few times in embarrassment. She was not stupid, but she was not interested in puzzles like this for a long time, and had no experience in dealing with them.
Of course, this change also allowed ordinary students to enter the principal's office. As long as the student was smart enough to answer the stone statue's riddle, he would be able to find something similar to Dean Fleevy's Professor Ravenclaw's. However, Allen did not give the students dancing cakes, but Gordigan tea that could be refilled endlessly. It was not very pleasant, and it made people unable to stay for too long in order to escape the smell. However, compared to Dumbledore's time, ordinary students now had the opportunity to enter the principal's office. In the past, other than Dumbledore's permanent guest, Harry Potter, even the mischievous Weasley twins had never entered the principal's office before.
Snape finally climbed to the end of the spiral staircase. In front of him was a shiny oak door. The bronze door knocker that used to be in the shape of a lion's body and an eagle's head had been changed to a bronze three-eyed raven door knocker similar to Ravenclaw's.
Snape knocked on the door three times. The raven's eyes opened and focused on Dean Slytherin, and then the door opened automatically.
Behind the door was the new principal's office, which had been remodeled during the summer vacation. It was still a spacious and beautiful round room, but the funny little noises that used to be there were now some pleasant and ethereal sounds that came from nowhere.
The walls were filled with portraits of the old headmasters and headmasters. Regardless of whether they were pretending to be asleep or staring with their eyes wide open, as long as they were still in their own frames, they were all looking at Snape who had just walked in. However, it seemed like no one was willing to speak on this lazy afternoon.
The strange silver utensils that spun and puffed out small puffs of smoke on the slender table were gone. Instead, they were replaced by glass tanks filled with dark green liquid that were connected to each other through channels. Many white objects were floating slowly in the tanks, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
The young wizards, who were adventurous and experienced new things and had access to the principal's office, had learned to stay away from the 'Akkadia maggots' that the crazy girl had described.
When the white objects floated out of the tanks, their brains, which looked like sticky broccoli, could be seen clearly. The tentacles that came with these things would immediately wrap around the person closest to them. Being entangled by them would bring pain and fantasy to the victim and leave a deep wound. If the victim was unlucky, some black substance would start flowing out of the victim's mouth.
As the principal of Hogwarts, Allen realized that he could not stop groups of students from approaching the office. Therefore, he decided to put a large amount of Dr. Amnesia Ointment on the large table with the legs of the raven's claw. The ointment was made by Snape, the professor of Potions at Hogwarts.
In the quiet office, Snape did not see Allen Harris. Instead, his gaze fell on the desk in the office. However, he did not see the ointment. Instead, he saw an abnormally pale hand quietly standing on the dark blue velvet-lined tray. As if sensing the approach of the Lord Voldemort, the slender hand, which looked like a spider's leg, nimbly turned its body so that its wrist was standing on the tray. Then, it stretched out its index finger and hooked it in Snape's direction.
As it moved, the dark blue Mark of Omniscience on the center of the back of its little hand shone brightly. The Omniscient Eye on the top of the little hand was a triangular eye that was surrounded by boundless light. It was designed at the joint where the palm and fingers met. As the little hand moved, the eye constantly opened and closed as if it was alive.
At this time, the severed hand flipped over and jumped up. Using its middle finger and index finger, it moved agilely on the table like an arthropod. It dragged a piece of blank parchment and levitated in the air. It held a raven's feather pen and dipped the pen in an ink bottle. Then, it wrote on the parchment that was more beautiful than most of the Hogwarts wizards' handwriting. "Principal Harris is not here. He is taking care of the patients in the manor in the middle of the lake. He asked me to inform you. If you want, you can wait here or choose to wait for him to come back."
"Excuse me, please tell me to wait for him here." Snape frowned slightly. He pulled out a chair and sat down. His gaze swept across the Mark of Perception on the back of the hand. He lowered his eyes and quietly glanced at his arm that was covered by his magic robe. Under the disguise ointment that he made himself, there was actually a Mark of Perception. However, as a spy, he rarely used it to contact Allen directly to avoid being discovered by the Dark Lord or other Death Eaters.
However, Snape was very familiar with his first master. From the iconic spider finger, he recognized that this undead creature's severed hand should be the severed hand of the Dark Lord that was cut off by Allen. He realized that Allen was probably using this part of the Dark Lord's body to accurately predict the location of the Dark Lord. This also meant that Allen's action of cutting off the hand of the Dark Lord was calculated. Snape felt that it was a pity. He thought that Allen did not know that the Dark Lord had found the hand of Viktor. He felt that this calculation had actually strengthened the strength of the Dark Lord.
The hand bounced back to its original position and returned to its original position as if it had never moved at all.
The office was quiet. Everything was motionless. The afternoon sun shone in, making one feel drowsy. Only the occasional snoring or sniffling of a certain portrait in deep sleep would break the silence.
The space occupied by the afternoon sunlight in the room gradually shrunk. If not for the occasional blinking of Snape's eyes, he would look like a statue in the dark.
"Little Hand … go open the door. That useless, idiotic great-grandson of mine is blocked outside the door by a riddle." Phineas Nigelles urged Little Hand in front of his portrait. At the same time, he used his sly squinted eyes to examine Snape. The fingers of Little Hand, which was holding Little Hand, stood up and jumped off the table. His middle finger and index finger wiggled as he walked towards the door. He slid down the handrail of the spiral staircase and soon disappeared from Snape's sight.
Soon, Sirius's cursing voice could be heard from outside. "What the hell is this severed hand? And what the hell are these questions? What's the point of answering all these questions correctly? Professor Mag is messing with me … "
Sirius, who was facing the door, was surprised to see Snape on the chair. His expression became impatient. "Snot, what are you doing here? Trying to eavesdrop again? "
"An idiot who can't even answer a beginner's riddle has no right to ask me." Snape's lips curled into his usual sneer. "I'm a professor here. You're just an outsider. What are you trying to do here?"
"Snape, you can only brag about answering riddles …" Sirius pulled a chair casually and leaned back. He tilted the chair up and said loudly to the ceiling, "Wash your hair when you have time. That pile of mud … It's surprising that a snot like you can become a professor. I thought Allen would correct this mistake after he became the new principal."
"Being a professor is always better than being a prodigal. I know you like to participate in everything. I think you must be very … happy …" Snape shook his head, unwilling to be outdone. "… Your director seems to like things in Blake Black … Is that why you don't have to do anything when you go to the Ministry of Magic?"
"I'm warning you, snot." Sirius stood up and pushed the chair away. He strode toward Snape and pulled out his wand. "This is Hogwarts. Do you want me to help you remember?"
This sentence also angered Snape. He pulled out his wand. The two of them got into a fighting stance and swept each other's faces and wands.
The little hand that had just jumped up the stairs recognized the situation in front of it. It jumped out and quickly wrote on the parchment with a quill. "Duel, Warriors. Let my little hand be the witness. Let's follow the latest way of dueling in Hogwarts. There's a wand in the cupboard that reduces the power of magic spells. You don't have to worry about breaking the school rules by dueling in Hogwarts."
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