Snape's warning

Not everyone enjoys eating that much... at least Professor Snape doesn't seem to.

After he heard about the excitement in the Muggle Studies class that afternoon, he just said coldly: "I hope they won't bring this bad operating habit to the Potions class, otherwise I can only regretfully let them taste the potions I made."

"Is there a big difference between the operation of potions and cooking?" Anthony asked curiously.

Professor Sprout stretched out his hand, straddling the two empty seats, and patted Snape's arm reassuringly: "Henry has no foundation in potions."

"Does the order in which you add onions and potatoes affect your soup?" Snape sarcastically said, "Oh, by the way, you must make sure the carrot chunks are uniform in size. And dangerous sugar, Professor Anthony, too dangerous , I can imagine that just half an ounce more and your little skillet would explode."

"I didn't know you were a vegetarian, Professor Snape." Anthony said in surprise, "Why doesn't there be a single piece of beef in your example?"

Snape stared at him for a while, seeming to think he was hopeless, and turned to discuss the newly picked sapweed with Professor Sprout.

"It's a shame you weren't there, Severus. We could definitely get more of the perfect Sapweed," said Professor Sprout. "Ah, I'm not complaining. Your legs are more important."

Only then did Anthony notice the faint smell of blood coming from Snape's legs. He held the tea cup and stared at it inquiringly for a while. Snape suddenly turned his head and met his eyes.

"What's the matter, Professor Anthony?" Snape hissed.

"How did you get hurt?" Anthony asked thoughtfully.

Thanks to his status as a necromancer, his perception of these... well, things like flesh and bones is much keener than ordinary people. Even through the wizard's robes, he could notice that it was a large wound. If he hadn't known what Fang's temper was like, he would have even said that Snape went to ransack Hagrid's cabin in the middle of the night (there were a lot of good things there) and was bitten by the big guard dog.

"Magical experiment," said Snape.

"Okay." Anthony shrugged. He also likes to use this excuse when he doesn't want to explain.

…

Professor Sprout also has a class on herbal medicine in the afternoon. Before she left, she wished Snape and Anthony, who were sitting at opposite ends of the room, "enjoy a pleasant afternoon tea." She smiled after saying: "It's up to you. Just don't quarrel, okay?"

Anthony asked in surprise: "Is this the impression I gave you, Pomona? Like to quarrel?"

"No." Professor Sprout smiled, "But Severus likes to quarrel, and you like to fight back passively."

Anthony had to admit that she was on to something.

"I will only humbly point out the folly of others," said Snape. "Sometimes the ignorance of some people becomes unbearable for you. You are a professor yourself, Pomona. Go ahead and suffer."

Professor Sprout put on her patched hat and said, "The students are all lovely." She added, before walking out of the common room, "The colleagues are all lovely too, Severus."

She closed the door. Anthony stared at the sparks flying out of the fireplace and sipped his tea.

"I'm warning you," Snape said suddenly.

"What?" He didn't expect Snape to take the initiative to talk to him.

"I know what you are," Snape hissed. "Pomona may be a good person who trusts everyone, but I'm not."

"What?"

"You don't have to play dumb...why are the Ministry of Magic here? It's Halloween, Professor Anthony." He added a sarcastic emphasis to the word "Professor." "Where are you? Don't think no one has discovered your little secret. Look at your borrowing history and don't tell me you're suddenly interested in magical beasts."

"What?" Anthony really didn't know what he was implying this time.

"Excuse me, am I talking to the repeater?" Snape stood up and limped closer to Anthony's seat. Somehow, even in this posture, he seemed superior and threatening.

He suddenly moved closer to Anthony: "You know what I'm talking about, Anthony. Why don't you dare to sit farther away from the fireplace? Your body temperature has become hypothermic? The desire to explore the secrets of life and death is biting your bones?" His eyes flashed. With a malicious look, "I didn't need to remind you... I really wanted to see Dumbledore's expression. But I've had enough."

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. You really didn't drink anything...I don't know, nonsense potion?" Anthony put down the tea cup, frowned and distanced them a little further, "To answer your question, Snape, I was in the office on Halloween and didn't go anywhere."

"In the office?" Snape repeated with a sneer, "What are you doing?"

Anthony spread his hands: "Well, you know the magic experiment. We can't guarantee that we are doing the same experiment."

He didn't know what he said wrong, and Snape suddenly smiled with satisfaction: "Exactly, Anthony. The same experiment."

"Look, I don't know what you're crazy about," Anthony declared, "I have nothing to do with that troll."

Snape nodded: "That's good. It has nothing to do with the magizoologist I met through Pomona, and it has nothing to do with that silly big Hagrid. I've got the answer I need, right? ?"

"Listen to what you are saying, Snape." Anthony said bluntly, and he was a little annoyed. "Unless you tell me that the troll is the basilisk's escape ration, you'd better go to a psychiatric hospital. Check it out - I don't know if St. Mungo's has this department, but I can introduce you to a few Muggle hospitals with good reviews."

Snape asked enigmatically: "Basilisk?"

"I'm glad you seem to understand human speech, Snape," said Anthony. "If you noticed, my office is next to a crying student ghost. I wonder if you have thought about her even for a moment. How did she die?"

…

Anthony frowned as he walked back to the office. He still didn't understand why Snape suddenly went crazy for no reason.

"In any case, you know the answer in your heart, Anthony." Snape said at the time, "If I were you, I would restrain my inappropriate curiosity a little. Don't stick your nose around, otherwise..." He started A cold smile ended the conversation.

Anthony sighed, he might really need to talk to the principal.

This castle has already seen trolls, basilisks and acromantula, wandering ghosts, wraiths and necromancers. If there is one more nervous vampire, the school may really be overwhelmed.

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