My name is Snape at Hogwarts

Speaking of it, I don't seem to have taken a good look at this egg. It was a gift from Dumbledore anyway.

Thinking of this, Snape carefully observed the egg, summed up its characteristics, and quickly thought about the type of egg in his mind.

Pure black eggs are not uncommon in the magic world. The eggs of magical creatures such as ravens and thestrals are all pure black without patterns.

However, the raven's egg has a clear boundary, the top is light in color, and the bottom is dark in color, while the Thestral's egg is very similar to this egg in color, but the size is far from it.

After thinking for a long time, Snape didn't figure out what kind of creature this egg was. He was sure that it must not be one of the common magical creatures.

If you have time, ask Professor Flitwick.Snape thought to himself, in his opinion, the whole of Hogwarts might know this egg, except for Dumbledore, probably only Flitwick.

It's just that it's not suitable to go to Flitwick now, he must be busy right now.Although I have fully told him the idea of ​​Raven Claw Mark, it does not mean that he can easily establish this club. There will be many details, and he will be busy for a while.

It's just an egg, so don't worry anyway.Simply, Snape put it in his pocket again.

However, Snape didn't want to bother Flitwick now, but Flitwick came to him instead.

"Professor?" Snape opened the door and saw Flitwick standing in front of it. Snape looked at him strangely.

"Come on, come with me, Sev." Seeing Snape, Flitwick grabbed his sleeve and pulled him towards the door.

Unexpectedly, Flitwick was so small, but his strength was not small, and he almost fell over.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Snape asked as he trotted after Flitwick.

"It's about the club." Flitwick said casually, his two short legs moved quickly, even a little faster than Snape, "I found a few of my former classmates and seniors Senior sister, they are already waiting for us."

"Okay, but it seems we haven't asked for leave yet."

"I've already contacted Mr. Principal, don't worry."

"..."

Should it be said that he really deserves to be the head of Ravenclaw?

The two arrived at Flitwick's office all the way. With a wave of his wand, Flitwick closed the door, looked at Snape, and reminded him, "Grab my hand."

Snape was a little confused, but subconsciously followed suit.

"There may be some discomfort, remember, don't let go of my hand!"

Before Snape could think about it in detail, Flitwick snapped his fingers, and the two disappeared from the spot.

Snape just felt as if he was stuffed into something like a rubber tube, moving at high speed while being squeezed, which reminded him of the feeling of riding a roller coaster in his previous life.However, this is much more uncomfortable than a roller coaster.

Fortunately, it didn't take long, just a short while, and the whole process was over. Snape also felt himself coming out of the tube, his feet stepped on the ground again, and a severe dizziness and vomiting came over him. heart.

"Ouch—" After holding back for a while, Snape finally couldn't hold back, bent his waist, and was about to vomit.

Someone next to him seemed to have expected this. Before Snape could spit it out, a trash can just appeared at his feet, preventing Snape from spitting it directly on the ground.

"It's okay, the first Apparation always happens like this." A strange voice sounded above Snape's head, "Can you help me, boy?"

"I'm fine, it's different, thank you, vomit—" Snape managed to say something, the feeling of nausea came up again, he couldn't care less about talking, and vomited violently again.

"Poor kid, looking at him, it reminds me of my first apparition." Another strange female voice also sounded.

"There has to be a first time, isn't there?"

"You're right, unless you don't need to Apparate all the time, but that would be too inconvenient."

"Hey Jeff, I think I need to remind you that I own shares in Floo Powder."

"So what? I still have shares in Knight Bus!"

After such a short period of time, several people had already spoken, but Snape didn't recognize anyone he was familiar with. It was basically certain that the people here were all strangers to him.

After throwing up for a while, it finally eased a lot, Snape stood up straight, his little face had turned pale.

"Will you rinse your mouth, buddy?" A chubby-looking wizard next to him handed over a cup filled with clean water.

"Thanks, I really need this!" Snape nodded politely, then took the water from the cup in his mouth and spat it into the trash can.

Looking at the trash can and the ground that he had made a mess, Snape felt a little embarrassed, pulled out his wand, waved it lightly, and used a cleaning spell silently, and then cast a cleaning spell on his robe .

"Oh, good spell level, you have a good student, Felius." The female voice who had spoken before said again.

"Yes, Miss Davis." Flitwick's voice also sounded, and there was obviously a hint of joy and pride in his voice.

After finishing his personal hygiene, Snape raised his head and handed the cup to the fat wizard just now, "Thank you, I've run out."

"Okay, as long as you're fine." The wizard smiled, looking very kind, and took the cup.

Snape began to look around here.

This is a very beautifully decorated living room. The floor is paved with white quartz slabs and black obsidian slabs like a chessboard. There are portraits hanging on the surrounding walls, and paintings of people watching on the pillars. There are some strange golden lines, which look strangely beautiful...

At this time, there were several wizards wearing robes sitting in the hall. The colors were different, but these robes all had one thing in common, that is, they were gorgeous. The robe of the old witch sitting at the main seat even had a blue colored gemstones.

"Come here, Sev." Flitwick stood up, beckoning to Snape with a smile, "Let me introduce these people to you, I think you don't know them, right?"

"Not at all, Professor." Snape chuckled, "Mr. Damcos Marcus I still know."

"Oh? You know me?" The wizard sitting in the main seat looked at Snape with interest. His appearance was very ordinary, but the depth in those black eyes was not to be underestimated.

"Actually, I just read your paper on werewolves published in the Daily Prophet." Snape said with a smile, "the description of werewolves' habits is very comprehensive, and the one who uses potions to suppress werewolves Wild guesses are awesome. I figured, you've got some pretty good results, haven't you?"

"You can understand?" Damcos looked at Snape in surprise, and then looked at Flitwick, "To be honest, Felius, I'm already a little jealous of you."

"Mr. Snape is the most talented student in Ravenclaw now." Flitwick smiled triumphantly, and then said to Snape, "Come on, Sev, come here, let me introduce you them."

"Okay, Professor." Snape nodded and walked over without hesitation.