Chapter 51 Snape's Advice (Two in One)

Coming out of Flourish and Blotts, Hannah pointed to the empty space at the door and said with regret.

"If you had arrived a few days earlier, you would have met Professor Lockhart. He has been holding book signings here recently, and many of our classmates have received the professor's autograph.

Professor Lockhart obviously looks much more reliable. I have been reading his books these days. I believe that I will learn a lot of useful things in this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

As Hannah spoke, Gretel nodded in agreement, and did not choose to break the little witch's fantasy before school started.

There was no regret on his face, but full of relief.

Then the little witch said that during the book signing, the Weasley family took Harry to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks.

Mr. Arthur Weasley had a big fight with Lucius Malfoy for some reason, and both of them were injured.

During those days, the wizards in the tavern were drinking about this matter for several days.

Hearing this, Gretel's face was slightly regretful.

He remembered that in the original world line, Lucius took this opportunity to mix the notebook Horcrux into Ginny Weasley's textbook.

Missing the battle between Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy means missing the easiest opportunity to get the notebook.

If he was there at the time, he would definitely find a way to add fuel to the fire, so that he could get the notebook in the chaos.

He had no other ideas, just wanted to ask the young Professor Tom for advice.

Maybe he could learn by analogy, making it easier for him to absorb the knowledge legacy left to him by Professor Tom.

Now that he missed this opportunity, it would not be so easy for him to get the notebook out of Ginny Weasley again.

Gretel felt that he had to speed up, at least to get the notebook before the Chamber of Secrets incident began.

Only in this way can the whole thing be nipped in the bud, otherwise once Ginny is controlled and the basilisk is released, there will definitely be casualties.

As long as there are casualties in Hogwarts, Dumbledore will definitely get to the bottom of this matter.

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Back in the bar, Grete didn't expect to receive an unexpected letter.

My dear student Grete:

I'm glad you're back in England. I thought you were afraid of your teacher and planned to transfer to America.

I wonder how you are doing. How much have you studied the things I left for you? How many problems do you encounter?

If you need my guidance, you're welcome. You can bring your questions and come back with the servants I sent to invite you.

I've asked them to prepare a room for you.

In addition, can you tell your teacher why the two loyal servants I sent to America to invite you haven't come back yet?

Your teacher, Tom.

Professor Tom is really cautious. Grete didn't put the letter down after reading it.

The letter caught fire and turned into a pile of ashes in a short time.

Grete felt funny. It seems that Teacher Tom doesn't trust himself as he said.

It's obvious that he was afraid that Grete would sell him out, so he sent a confidential letter.

Hannah was looking at Gret with curiosity, but when she saw the letter in Gret's hand spontaneously combust, she looked away decisively.

She didn't want Gret to think that she was trying to find out his secrets.

"Hannah, do you have an owl messenger for rent?

I need to send a letter to Hogwarts to see if it is possible to move in early."

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Gret never expected that it was Snape, the old bat, who came to pick him up.

And the first time they met, Snape gave him a big surprise.

Snape dragged out his tone, full of impatience.

"I hope the barbaric land of America has not rusted your brain. If you can't answer my question, you can take the train back to Hogwarts by yourself.

I ask you, how many methods are there to brew potions?"

"Professor, seven methods, decoction, brewing, infusion, ointment, poultice, tincture and lotion."

"What materials are needed for the beauty potion?"

"The beauty potion has two stages. The first stage requires fairy wings and morning dew.

The second stage requires ginger, feather grass, roses and unicorn tail hair."

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The moment Snape appeared, Hannah was like she was scared and sat there motionless.

She didn't recover until Gretel was taken away from the tavern by Snape.

After the two had been gone for more than ten minutes, she drank several gulps of brandy to be delivered to the guests' table, and then she let out a long breath as if she had survived a disaster.

"Uncle Tom, did you see that? Gret is so cool. Professor Snape is so strict, but he answered all the questions correctly."

Hannah's tone was very excited. She had known that Gret was excellent, but she didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable.

Gret could answer all the questions after Professor Snape asked about the method of brewing potions, questions that she had never even heard of.

From the professor's expression, Gret's answer was obviously recognized by him.

She even saw a smile on the face of Professor Snape, who was called the devil. Merlin, this is incredible.

Hannah wished that school would start now. She couldn't help but tell others the secret that Snape could actually laugh.

After Apparating with Gretel to the vicinity of Hogwarts, the two stopped.

"It seems that you didn't waste the three months in America, but I don't think it's worth praising, so put away the boastful expression on your face.

In my opinion, if three months can make you forget what you have learned, then you should give up the subject of potions as soon as possible."

Gretel was too lazy to pay attention to this dead arrogant, just silently lowered his head and rolled his eyes.

No one is a fool, can they still not see the corners of your mouth just raised.

However, Gretel did not expect to get Snape's praise, and he didn't care about Snape's poisonous tongue instinct that had been engraved into his bones.

After a school year, he had long been accustomed to this kind of verbal attack that existed every moment.

On the contrary, he was very grateful that Snape would take over the task of escorting him back to school.

You know, the time of any potion master is extremely precious, and being able to put down his own potions to pick him up is enough to show favor.

After all, at first he thought it would be Professor Flitwick who came.

There was no other way. His dean was the most idle. He was the only one in Hogwarts who had time to receive the little wizards who were in a bad mood every day and listen to them talk about their sorrows.

He also made the little cake dance to make them happy.

"The next step is the area of ​​Hogwarts. You can't use the Apparition here. You can ride the flying broom with me.

Don't say you can't ride a broom. I asked around and found that your flying class grades are pretty good.

And Rolanda Hooch said at the regular teacher meeting that you have a good talent, but you are a little lazy and don't want to show it.

If you insist that you can't ride, then run from here to Hogwarts. I won't take you."

In order to pick him up, Snape was well prepared and even prepared two flying brooms.

It seems that they are not the crappy brooms used in the flying class.

Although they still look a bit old, at least the tail hairs of these two brooms are still intact.

However, Gretel did not take the broom from him, but smiled slightly and took out his wand.

In Snape's shocked eyes, Gretel soared into the sky, leaving Snape with only a receding back figure.

Snape was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were stern, and he kicked his feet and quickly caught up.

When he could see Hogwarts Castle from a distance, Snape signaled Gretel to land on the ground.

"McGretel, if I were you, I would never show off my flying spell in front of anyone. This is a piece of advice."

He did not explain much, but just dragged out another broom and threw it in front of Gretel.

As one of the Dark Lord's most trusted servants, he knew more than most Death Eaters.

From Gretel's flying spell, he could see the figure of that person.

Although he had abandoned the dark and turned to the light, it did not mean that he had abandoned everything in the past.

He knew what the Dark Lord looked like in the eyes of others.

He was not the only one who had seen the Dark Lord's flying spell.

If other people saw Gretel flying, even if only one person thought of the Dark Lord, Gretel's future would be full of darkness.

British wizards are like this. They dare not deal with the Dark Lord, and can even kowtow in front of the Dark Lord without dignity.

However, if there is a person who is somewhat similar to the Dark Lord, and they have enough power to control him.

They certainly don't mind putting some eye drops and tripping people up.

Let's not talk about others for now, just talk about Dumbledore, the actual controller of Hogwarts.

If he saw Grete's flying spell, he might not do anything, but he would definitely keep Grete under surveillance.

It's better not to happen.

He trusts Dumbledore, but this doesn't mean that he completely agrees with Dumbledore, even if there is no Dark Lord outside watching covetously.

He wanted to protest to Dumbledore a long time ago.

He disagreed with many of Dumbledore's practices from the bottom of his heart.

Especially that damn savior training plan.

Grete didn't know that Snape had so many words in his mind, but there was no doubt that Snape had never hurt him.

"Okay, professor."

Gretel didn't say anything else, he just picked up the broom and followed Snape to fly slowly to Hogwarts.

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Hogwarts Principal's Office.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Mr. Gretel."

Professor McGonagall still had the same unchanging demeanor, serious and kind.

Professor Sprout also had a smiling expression.

But from her thinner cheeks, it can be seen that the living conditions in the ancient jungle during this holiday should not be so good.

But her eyes were full of joy, and she must have gained a lot.

In addition to Snape who just came back with him, three deans of the four major colleges came.

The only one he didn't see was Professor Flitwick of their Ravenclaw.

Seeing that no one would pay attention to him after welcoming him, he planned to go back to his dormitory.

Who would have thought that as soon as he left, the door of the office opened.

Professor Flitwick walked in drunkenly.

Dumbledore, who also smelled of alcohol, came in with him.

Snape spoke sinisterly.

"Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, so what you meant by going to the pub to find Filius Flitwick is to go to the cocktail party with him?"

Dumbledore's face turned red for the first time in a long time. "It's a rare opportunity to meet a ten-pin bowling match, so we watched it for a while.

Severus, you should have come too. You don't know the angle of the goal. It's really great. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely choose to play."

It would have been better if she didn't say anything. Once she spoke, Professor McGonagall's face darkened.

"Mr. Gretel, you can go back to Ravenclaw Tower first. A house elf will bring you food later. If you need anything else, you can also ask them."

Gretel ignored the pleading eyes of Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick, and quickly fled from the office.

Before the door could be closed tightly, Professor McGonagall's anger burst out.

"Last semester, a mysterious person broke into Hogwarts, but you didn't learn a lesson?

It's almost the beginning of the new semester, aren't you worried about any more dangerous things happening?

If any little wizard is hurt because of our negligence, how can we explain to the parents?

Also, Albus, have you forgotten the impeachment of the school board against you?"

Ravenclaw Tower.

The Eagle Ring, which had been deserted for three months, finally welcomed a living person. The always aloof knocker became talkative.

After asking Gret several questions in a row, he reluctantly opened the door to the common room.

When he saw Sebastian for the first time, Grettian almost didn't recognize him.

If it weren't for the birdcage with his name engraved on it, he wouldn't have believed that the fat bird in front of him was actually a raven known for its intelligence and majesty.

After not seeing Sebastian for three months, Grettian found that it had at least doubled its weight under the feeding of the house elves.

There is no trace of the majestic and vigorous spirit of a raven, just like a useless bird that eats and waits for death.

After knocking on the cage, Sebastian reluctantly half-opened his eyes and glanced at it, then turned around and fell asleep again.

When he left, Professor Flitwick told him not to worry, the school would arrange someone to take good care of his raven.

If he had known this, he would have sent Sebastian to work at the letter delivery center as Terry suggested.

Although he had to deliver letters as a public postman every day, at least he would not look like this now.

Gret doubted that if Sebastian were to deliver letters as a postman now, he would be roasted by some hungry people as a delicacy from heaven.

After all, it is now short and fat, more like a roast chicken than a raven.

"Lose weight, you must lose weight, Sebastian, for your health, starting from today, the ration will be reduced by half, and starting from tomorrow, go out to deliver letters for me."

Grettian said viciously.

Two-in-one today, good night.

Thanks to the book friend Starry Sky dtly for the monthly ticket support.

Thanks to all the book friends for the recommendation votes, (`) heart

Small theater

Voldemort: Professor Dumbledore, my beloved student killed my two servants with Avada

Snape: Dumbledore, my student learned the flying spell, the same as my former master the Dark Lord

Ginny Weasley: Headmaster Dumbledore, this guy is going to use the Imperius Curse to snatch the notebook from me

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Dumbledore: Gretel, it seems that you can't be kept, Fiendfyre is here~

PS: The small theater does not represent the main text, please do not substitute it for the main text, thank you.