Chapter 560 Traces of Time

"Clean up!"

"Clean up!"

After class in the afternoon, Anton cast a cleansing spell along the school stairs a little bored.

He sighed, looked up at the figure staring at himself above the stairs, "Professor McGonagall, please rest assured to hand over Hogwarts Castle to me."

Professor McGonagall just kept staring at him with a straight face.

Alright alright.

Anton continued to walk down the stairs, "Clean it up!"

Along the way, little wizards walked by him from time to time.

"Hey, Anthony!" Smiles.

"Hey, Anton!" Smiles.

"Hey, what are you doing?" George and Fred walked over, holding a copy of "Fantastic Beasts Postpartum Care" and discussing something.

Anton puffed up his chest immediately, with an expression of 'I am a Hogwarts man and I am proud', "After two months of vacation, the school looks a bit dirty. The school is my home, and it depends on everyone! I am working hard Give the castle some maintenance."

A senior classmate who was following behind had a puzzled look on his face and exclaimed, "Anthony, you are awesome."

Anton then gave him a bright smile.

"Oh~ I think it was Anton who released the terrible spell on everyone in the morning, and was punished by the professor." George laughed.

"I think so too!" Fred laughed, imitating the gesture of Professor McGonagall, with a straight face, "Anthony Weasley, you look energetic, I think you should be given How about more responsibilities, like cleaning the whole castle?"

The senior classmate looked at them with a strange expression on his face.

The twins laughed happily.

"It seems that these two Mr. Weasleys are also very energetic." Professor McGonagall's voice came from above the stairs, and the twins froze in fright.

The senior classmate innocently shrugged, "I reminded you with my eyes."

"That's how it is." Professor McGonagall walked down and stared at them, "The two Mr. Weasleys, please clean up the castle. As for Anthony, didn't you say you want to maintain the castle? Very good, this one The task is entrusted to you."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Professor McGonagall snorted softly, "The curse is not for joking, I hope you learn this lesson." After speaking, he turned and left.

"No!" George was stunned, "We didn't cast any spells indiscriminately, it's Anton!"

Fred also had an incredulous look on his face, "There's nothing wrong with us!"

"Quack quack..."

Anton was amused, pointing at them and laughing loudly, "I call you cheap, ahaha~~~"

George's face darkened, and he patted the book in his hand, "Oh my god, Merlin is about to give birth, we'll miss it now."

"Merlin?"

"It's a cattail we raised." Fred sighed, and put the book in George's hand into the pocket of his wizard robe, "She played a lot of roles in many interbreeding sessions, she is a great mother of a great magical animal, so we named her Merlin."

As expected of you! Anton gave a thumbs up.

George looked around sadly, "For the first time, I hate how big this castle is."

Fred also looked sad, "Anton, how much have you cleaned up?"

Anton smiled and spread his hands, "From Professor McGonagall's office to here."

"!!!"

"Merlin's fluff!" Both George and Fred were stunned. They looked up blankly and could clearly see the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

They said in unison, "You only cleared 7 steps?"

"No!"

Anton's expression was very serious, "Together with the one under my feet, there are a total of 8 steps!"

"!!!"

George and Fred Qiqi wailed, "Oh no, my Merlin~~~"

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As the saying goes, do what you do and love what you do—Anton sneaked into the school library, and asked Mrs. Pince to help him find a copy of "The 32 Curses of Maintenance of the Castle".

The author of this book is a wizard as boring as Anton in this century.

The pure-blood aristocrat detested his group of clumsy house-elves and decided to maintain his beloved castle by himself, so he invented a total of 32 maintenance spells in more than 10 years after his retirement.

He even wrote a compelling preface for this monograph.

——With the power of the Black family, there is no need to spend a lot of time on the castle for defending against enemies, and more attention should be paid to how to reflect the family history represented by this castle.

——Blindly releasing "Cleaning Up" and "Restore to Original" blindly is a crime for historically inherited items.

——…

This wizard made a fuss about 'cleaning' from the very beginning, thinking that whether it was the wizard's 'cleaning up' or the house-elf's cleaning magic, it would make the item look brand new.

This is wrong, such as the wooden handrail of the stairs, it should leave traces of everyone who walked by it.

The greasy hands of young children, the sweaty palms of young people returning from exercising, the smoking of pipes in the hands of middle-aged people leaning on the stairs while chatting, and the smell of medicine and decay of old people.

These will leave traces on the wooden stairs, and as time goes by, they will become the precipitation of a family living here.

Blindly cleaning it to the extreme and making it look like it was just put in is just plain stupid.

Anton likes the author's point of view very much. This book has a spirit that is in line with his values-the smoke and fire in the world.

While walking with the book in his arms, he thoughtfully drew out his wand, waved the wand according to the method described in the book, and recited the spells of ancient runes.

The magic spell translated into modern discourse, the meaning is - the erosion of time, the traces of the years.

The wand moved lightly towards the banister.

A layer of dark green paint suddenly appeared on the original dark red sandalwood handrail, which blurred from the tip of the wand, spreading up and down the stairs little by little.

There are faint traces on this layer of dark green paint: graffiti, scratches, faint spots caused by fading, blood stains, traces of potion corrosion...

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"Quack quack~~ Severus, did you take Miss Nicklaus on a trip this summer?" The old wizard looked at his friend Snape who had hit it off with a smile.

Snape didn't smile, but just looked at the sky outside the corridor with some regret, "Alex (the old wizard's name), I still can't forget her, no matter what efforts I make."

"I promised her that I would find a woman who is suitable for me and start my life again."

"But……"

"I really can't do it!"

"That's it..." The old wizard sighed, "This is not fair to Miss Nicklaus."

Snape pursed his lips, his eyes were gloomy, and he just looked sadly at the changing clouds in the sky.

Once upon a time, he and she were carefree lying under the tree, lying in the grass, thinking about nothing, neither talking, just quietly looking at the sky in a daze.

"Huh~~"

Snape smiled self-deprecatingly, "That's great, now I feel sorry for two women at the same time."

The old wizard shrugged, "Life is like this. Sometimes we don't do things in time, and we always regret it afterwards. My friend, you should know that I'm not just talking about Lily."

"I know that you really want me to be so persuasive to someone like you who likes to be wise and safe." Snape lowered his head, letting his hair cover his eyes, and patted the old wizard on the shoulder. , walked down the stairs, "But I really can't do it..."

At this moment, Snape looked suspiciously at the changing handrails of the stairs that continued to extend to this side, and looked at the old wizard in surprise.

The old wizard walked in quickly, squinting his eyes, "Oh, I feel the smell of time, it's so unique."

"Hey, is there still a pool of blood here?"

Snape rubbed the bloodstain on the armrest inexplicably, the traces of which were almost invisible, and his memory suddenly returned to his school days.

At that time, James was standing in his place, and beside him were his friends Lupine and Lily.

Snape looked up again, memories surged, and everything seemed to appear clearly in front of him.

After a while, someone will rush out from around the corner, and a spell will cut the other's neck, causing blood to spray.

That was the self who had just invented 'Shen Feng Wu Ying'. Of course, he remembered how he felt when he invented this spell - wishing he could kill James Potter and Sirius, wishing he could kill everyone.

Black magic is really not just a joke.

The effect was perfect, with blood spattered from Lily's neck soaking the handrail and steps as she pushed Potter away.

Thanks to his father's teachings, one must first invent the anti-curse before inventing the curse, and one must first prepare the antidote before preparing the poison. This sentence has always deeply affected him.

After recovering, Lily firmly rejected Potter's behavior of reporting to the professors, which allowed him to avoid being expelled and even imprisoned in Azkaban.

This act brought him back from hell to the world. He loves magic so much that he can't imagine himself returning to that dilapidated spider's end alley.

This behavior also pushed him back from the world to hell, and he knew that at this moment, he completely lost the chance to save Lily.

It's ridiculous, isn't it...

him.

"You're right, Alex." Snape stroked the bloodstain and exhaled deeply, "We have done some things and regretted them forever, and we don't do some things and regretted them for life. I think life Sometimes it is like this, I think I may never forget her in this life, but at least I will choose to go on firmly."

"At least……"

"You shouldn't hurt others anymore."

The old wizard was stunned for a moment, "Oh, although you seem to have finally connected, but what are you doing when you pull out your wand with a murderous look?"

Snape narrowed his eyes, "I want to go up and see, which bastard is it that got out the bloodstains that I finally washed off!"

As he spoke, he strode towards the top of the stairs, the wizard robe fluttering.