chapter 6 Professor Snape

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.

Hogwarts Castle, in a bright tower window.

"Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron, room 13 on the second floor."

"I'm only waiting for you for two days. Don't be seen."

Dumbledore put down the letter paper in his hand, raised his hand and gently rubbed the center of his brow.

He checked it just now, except for these two simple lines of text, there is no other information attached to the letter paper.

No black magic, no code words, no potions... as clean as a letter written by a student.

only……

Dumbledore's eyes moved to the opened envelope.

"Your sincerity, Tom Riddle."

Few people know that Voldemort, the now notorious dark wizard, was once a model student at Hogwarts.

And Voldemort's name when he was studying at Hogwarts was Tom Riddle.

There is a high probability that this letter was not sent by Tom, but it is definitely from someone in the know.

The Leaky Cauldron, Hidden Tracks...

After pondering for two seconds, Dumbledore stood up neatly.

The old man touched the magic wand in the sleeve robe with his right hand, and quickly made up his mind.

No matter what the letter's purpose is, just go and have a look.

…………

squeak --

The door of the Leaky Cauldron was flung open.

Dumbledore walked in briskly.

As night fell, it happened to be the busiest time for the tavern.

However, the chirping stopped suddenly the moment Dumbledore entered the door.

Nobody doesn't know Dumbledore.

Everyone looked respectfully or cautiously at the old man standing at the door.

Tom, the bar owner, wiped the table cautiously, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, can I help you?"

"Good evening, Tom."

Dumbledore replied in a cheerful tone, his eyes quickly swept around the bar.

"I have an impromptu appointment, but I'd like to see the check-in book first—"

"Dating?"

The barkeep looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

However, he took the initiative to take out the register book from under the counter and spread it out.

"The Leaky Cauldron, second floor... well, number 13..."

Dumbledore's long fingers moved slowly across the rough parchment surface.

"Guest Name: Arthur Weasley, Molly Prewett?"

"Huh? Did you come to see them? I'll take you to—"

The bar owner took the initiative to come out from behind the bar and said nervously.

"Oh, that would be the best. Thank you, Tom."

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, and the two walked upstairs one after the other.

Glancing at the bar owner who kept rubbing his hands, Dumbledore smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be so restrained, when you confessed your love at the fifth grade Halloween party, you weren't as nervous as you are now."

"You still remember!" The bar owner was obviously a little excited.

"certainly."

Dumbledore replied mildly, with an intriguing gleam in his blue eyes.

"I remember every student, whether it's you, or Mr. Weasley, or Miss Prewett."

"but……"

While talking, the two of them had arrived at the innermost guest room on the second floor.

The door of the room was wide open, as if waiting for some visitor to visit.

"Good evening, Mr. Weasley, Miss Prewett—"

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he said softly with a smile on his face, while looking at the two men who were brewing the potion with great interest.

but……

Mr. Weasley's hair isn't black...

Also, the two kids at the cauldron didn't look like grown-up wizards who had just graduated.

"Please wait a moment, this potion is about to end—"

The strangely dressed black-haired boy said without raising his head.

"You came a little sooner than I thought, Dumbledore. It seems that twenty years younger is not the same."

"As for Mr. Abbott—please take the door with you when you leave, thank you."

"Um?"

Dumbledore frowned.

He first nodded to the bar owner next to him.

After Tom left, his eyes returned to the boy not far away.

interesting.

…………

Dumbledore has had many interesting and impressive dates, or impromptu meetings.

He once discussed ideals with Grindelwald at the hut, and he once introduced the magical world to Riddle in the orphanage.

Before leaving tonight, Dumbledore thought of many possibilities in his mind:

Maybe it's a well-designed trap, maybe it's a piece of information that risked his life, or maybe it's a meaningless interview...

Dumbledore didn't know what the result would be, but after seeing the name "Tom Riddle", he had to make a trip.

Even if the person waiting in the room might be the dark wizard named "Voldemort", or a group of Death Eaters with ulterior motives.

After all, the wizarding world has just experienced a war, and no one wants to start another full-scale civil war again.

But the current situation obviously greatly exceeded Dumbledore's expectations.

The old wizard looked around with great interest, and did not interrupt the busy boy in a hurry.

In addition to the black-haired boy, he was also curious about the little witch standing by with her hands tied in Gryffindor robes.

Dumbledore was quite sure that there was no such student in Gryffindor House in his memory.

"alright--"

After a moment, Severus breathed a sigh of relief.

With a tap of his wand, he deftly filled the potion from the cauldron into two phials.

"Then we..."

"Sorry, wait a minute—"

Severus ignored Dumbledore, turning to look at Hermione instead.

He picked up the glass, poured three drops of potion into it, and passed it over calmly.

"Huh? Professor, are you—?"

Hermione subconsciously reached out to take it, and asked inexplicably.

"Drink it," Severus ordered.

"Hey, but this is—"

"Living hell decoction, water of life and death, I controlled the dosage, and the sleeping effect is just right."

"I know, but why should I drink it?" Hermione held the water glass in both hands, a little flustered.

"Because it's milder and safer than the Stunning Charm. Most importantly, it won't wake up suddenly."

Severus raised his wand, pointed to the soft bed next to him, and said slowly and softly.

"It's time for the professors to chat, the students should go to bed now—or would you like me to sing you a lullaby?"

"Oh, oh-oh-"

Hermione cast a quick glance at Dumbledore nearby for help.

However, Dumbledore did not speak, but looked at the two with interest.

"three two--"

Gollum—

Hermione didn't wait for Severus to finish counting down, and drank the water glass in one gulp.

Maybe Professor Snape is not reassuring, but Professor Dumbledore is no longer worried.

Maybe when she woke up, she would have returned to the warm dormitory of Gryffindor.

Before the thoughts in Hermione's mind were finished, a strong sense of drowsiness surged up.

"call--"

This reckless stupid girl, can't understand what he said?

Don’t know how to sit on the bed before drinking?

Frowning, Severus moved Hermione onto the bed before she fell to the ground.

alright.

No one else bothered for the time being.

Severus glanced at Hermione, who was breathing steadily, and walked to the chair in the room, looking directly at Dumbledore for the first time.

"I came from more than 20 years later with her. The specific reason is unknown, but I can prove to you everything I said."

"Anyway, where do we start? Dumbledore. Or do you just go straight to Legilimency?"

He intends to sort out this strange thing as soon as possible.

"Not urgent--"

Dumbledore looked at Severus happily with blue eyes and said:

"What should I call you, Professor."

He clearly remembered the title that the little witch mentioned before falling into a deep sleep.

"Severus, Severus Snape."

"Snape..."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then glanced at Severus curiously.

"Then, Professor Snape... what position did you hold at Hogwarts before you came here...?"

"Professor of Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Head of Slytherin House, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Snape glanced at Dumbledore, and added calmly, "—after you begged me to kill you."