As soon as Allen entered his office and closed the door, he stepped into the shadows with Anka, who was resting with its eyes closed. They then came out from the shadows of the Potions classroom in the basement of Castle Hogwarts. It was filled with glass jars and animal specimens that were soaked in them.
This Potions classroom had always been colder than the main building of the castle, and it was even colder in winter. The sudden change in temperature made Anka open its eyes. Its breath even formed a cloud of white mist.
Allen looked at Anka, who was squeezing into the raven feathers on his cloak, and said, "Professor Snape, can't you cast a warming spell on your classroom?"
"This classroom now belongs to Professor Horace Slughorn." In the dark room, Snape's cold voice came from beside the blackboard. Professor Slughorn had left behind the ingredients and preparation methods for the potions from the last class. "A colder environment can make it easier for the stupid students to stay calm when making potions, although it doesn't seem to have much effect on the easily excited Gryffindor."
"Makes sense, but even Professor Slughorn couldn't stand staying in this classroom for too long. He asked Dumbledore to move Professor Mellor's old office … To be honest, I used to prefer your class in the summer."
"Please take a seat, Professor Harris."
Snape, who was a little impatient with such small talk, walked to the podium where he used to sit. He used his wand to silently cast a double spell on the teacher's chair. Then, he silently lifted his bat-like black cloak and randomly chose a chair to sit on.
After Allen sat down, Snape let him put his arms on the table. He leaned forward slightly and clasped his hands together. "Professor Harris, I think you should know … have received the news?"
"I didn't expect that person to be you …" Allen made the same posture as Snape. He leaned forward and their eyes met. "Recently, there's something I need to trouble you with, Professor."
"Please say it." Snape wanted to maintain his calm, but he couldn't hold back the urgency in his heart. As soon as he finished speaking, he added in a deep voice, "As long as I can get the Lifestone, I'll do anything."
Allen's finger gently tapped on the table. "I hope you can help me brew a potion that can make wizards lose their ability to move for a short period of time after consuming it. However, it can't make the user lose their consciousness and ability to think, and it can't cause any harm to the user's body."
"Hmph, I think Professor Harris can easily do this with your Potion Concoction skills." Snape raised his eyebrows after he finished speaking with his unique sarcastic tone. He seemed to be dissatisfied with Allen's childish request. He glanced at Allen coldly and seemed to be worried that his tone was too harsh. He hesitated for a moment before he added, "Also, I think Professor Harris, even if you don't use the potion … it won't be difficult for you to get someone."
"You've misunderstood me, Professor … I'm not trying to get someone …" Snape's words made Allen's expression turn awkward. He coughed lightly and passed the powerful diarrhea potion formula he got from the twins to Snape. "Forgive me, Professor, I haven't finished yet. Actually, I hope you can brew a potion that doesn't conflict with the potion on this formula. I can make a potion that works at the same time … Thanks to your guidance, I can make a potion like this but it's too troublesome and time-consuming. I've been tight on time lately, so it would be great if Professor could help me solve this problem …"
"I didn't know you like to play pranks like this too." Snape stared at the formula in his hand and frowned. "Just this small matter? Will you help me beg Madam Ravenclaw to give me the Resurrection Stone if I do it for you? "
"This is just a small matter, Severus. That's the Resurrection Stone we're talking about …" Allen pretended to remind Snape. In fact, if it wasn't for Luna who said that she could only give him the Resurrection Stone after he dealt with the Grim Reaper, Allen actually did not intend to trouble this former potion professor in front of him. However, under such circumstances, he had to find something for the other party to do so that the other party would think that he was working hard for his goal …
"I'll give it to you in a few days." Seeing that he could not figure out anything from Allen's expression, Snape had no other choice but to agree to it slowly.
At this moment, in front of an arched window outside the auditorium, Lavender Brown was pulling Ron to sit on the steps by the side. She held Ron's arm and put a thick gold chain around Ron's neck without any scruples. "My dear Ron, Merry Christmas. Wear it all the time."
"Laffer, of course I'll wear it." Ron held the gold chain. He wanted to smile, but the wound on his lips that had cracked from the kiss burst open again and began to flow. "Kiss, don't kiss too hard … You know that I have Mandrake in my mouth …"
"That's my good Ron." Lavender smiled sweetly. She threw herself into Ron's arms and rubbed her face on Ron's arm. "You're going to become an Animagus soon!"
Harry, who was pretending to look at the scenery outside the castle and waiting for his roommates, quickly waved his hand at Ron. "Ron, then I'll go back to the dormitory first."
"Young people's love is always so sticky." A slightly teasing old voice sounded from the stairs behind them.
Harry turned around abruptly and shouted, "Headmaster Dumbledore …"
Ron was also a little embarrassed. He wanted to pull his arm out of Lavender's embrace, but he didn't dare to move too much. It was destined to be futile. He froze in place.
"Harry, if you have time, I hope to talk to you." Dumbledore, who had just separated from Allen, walked up to Harry. "There's still a long time before the curfew."
"Of course, Professor." Harry was very happy to be able to leave Ron and Lavender for a while. He winked at Ron and turned to follow behind Dumbledore. When Harry turned his head and started to go up to the third floor with Dumbledore, Lavender suddenly jumped onto Ron's back. She kept kissing Ron left and right and began to rub Ron's shoulders in different directions.
"By the way, Harry, I heard that you and Miss Ginny Weasley also went to Madam Pardef's teahouse. How was your Christmas at the Burrow? Did you stay under the mistletoe with her? " On the way upstairs, Dumbledore saw that Harry was a little conflicted with Ron and Lavender's behavior so he also teased him.
Harry was a little embarrassed by the teasing. He replied in a low voice, "Erm … No, Headmaster."
"By the way, Harry, speaking of Christmas, the password for your common room has also changed. The new password is' abstain from alcohol. 'Remember to lower your voice when you say the password to the Fat Lady. She's not in a good state and looks even paler than usual …"
"What's wrong with the Fat Lady?"
"Christmas was too crazy. She and her friend, Violet, drank all the wine in the painting of a few drunk monks next to the corridor of the magic class. That's a big barrel of wine that's 500 years old …"
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