The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The smile on Jon Hart's face froze almost instantly.

The brain began to think rapidly...

what the hell?

Snape invited him over for an afternoon tea?

How could he not remember Snape's habit of having afternoon tea?

However, Daphne did not give him a chance to continue to learn more details, and almost turned around and ran away.

Jon glanced at his watch, it was already 12:45, less than half an hour before Snape's appointment.

There was no time to waste, and he knew the consequences of being late when confronting Snape.

Jon hurried to the restaurant, ate something random, and hurried to the basement.

At around 1:10 pm, he had already arrived in front of Snape's office, paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and Jon pushed the door open.

It was a very dimly lit hut, with hundreds of various pieces of glass on the bookshelves on either side; sticky specimens of animals and plants floated in colorful potions.

These seemingly "horrific" specimens did not make Jon Hart feel any discomfort at all, but rather kind... What human specimens, diseased tissue specimens, parasite specimens, etc., did he come into contact with in his previous life? These are much more "disgusting".

It was just that there was no longer the familiar smell of formalin in the air, which made him feel a little nostalgic.

Stopping in front of a female pig's uterus to look closely, the office door was pushed open.

"You're early, Mr. Hart!" Severus Snape's icy voice came from the shadows at the door.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Jon quickly retracted his gaze.

"sit down!"

Following Snape's order, Jon sat down safely; Snape also walked to the light and sat opposite Jon.

"You're not afraid of them?" Snape asked casually, glancing at the taxidermists.

"Of course!" Jon nodded and replied honestly, "I just thought they were kind, so I took a few more glances."

"Intimacy?" Snape's pale lips pursed slightly, and then said coldly: "That's good...Hart, you go and cut off a part of a five-legged beast's heart for me now, and the taxidermy stand. The sixth row, the fourth column above."

"Okay, Professor!" Jon quickly stood up and put on a pair of dragonskin gloves on the shelf. Climbing up on the stool next to him, Jon's thin body took some effort to remove the glass bottles filled with dark red liquid.

"What's the liquid in here?" Jon asked curiously.

"Human blood!" Snape said with a gloomy face: "The five-legged beast is an evil and magical creature that can suck a lot of human blood. The blood they suck will be stored in the heart... Even if the heart is taken out, it can be sprayed from time to time. Spit out a lot of human blood."

"Is that so?" Jon's face didn't have any fear or disgust, but was full of curiosity... He had already opened the glass bottle: "No wonder I can smell the strong smell of blood."

Snape frowned, staring at the short first-year student in front of him, holding a 20-centimeter-long short knife... He reached into the bottle, grabbed the bloody heart without haste, and began to cut.

"How much will it cost, Professor Snape?" Jon asked while operating without changing his face.

"Ten ounces."

Five minutes later, the heart muscle of a five-legged beast the size of a wine glass had been cut off by Jon, placed in an iron plate, and handed to Snape.

Even if it was only a part of it was cut off, this piece of heart muscle was still squirming and spewing blood out... The entire Potions teacher's office became bloody, and Jon and Snape were also stained a lot.

"Is that all right, Professor?" Jon asked softly.

"Humph!" The old bat snorted coldly, then took out his wand and waved it gently. The blood on the clothes and the table was swept away, and the severed piece of myocardium also flew into another glass bottle.

"Sit down!" Snape ordered again.

Jon pouted and sat down obediently.

...

"Need something to drink?" the old bat said coldly.

"No...Professor..." Jon stammered.

Not to mention the bloody scene just now, drinking afternoon tea now makes people feel a little tired and panic; not to mention who dares to taste the drink provided by a potion master. If something strange is added to it, it will be finished.

Fortunately, Snape didn't insist on it anymore.

"I wrote a letter to the 'Zig's Potions Store' in Diagon Alley, and they told me that you bought some bicorn horn powder and African tree snake skin from them more than three months ago?" Snape asked again.

"Yes, Professor!" Jon replied unsurprisingly.

"Then can I know, what kind of potions did you buy these ingredients for?" Snape could only hear a contemptuous smile.

"The bicorn horn powder is used to prepare the slow potion, and the African tree snake skin is an important material for the preparation of the nightmare decoction!" Jon responded calmly again: "I didn't find it in the medicine cabinet of the potions class. These two herbs, so I had to turn to Diagon Alley."

"Those are potions that only third- and fourth-grade students can get their hands on!" Snape growled sternly, "So, your configuration didn't work out... right, Hart?"

"Of course not!" Jon's face showed a look of fear, and then shook his head: "If I judged correctly, I should have succeeded... I put the finished products of both potions in the potions class, In the cabinet with my name on it."

Snape was stunned for a moment, he paused for a moment, and then said: "I will verify this!"

"Okay, Professor." Jon looked at Snape fearlessly, looking at Snape's dark, hollow eyes.

"Are you sure you're not lying?"

"I'm sure, sir!"

...

After a few minutes, Severus Snape looked away.

"I don't think you lied," he said calmly.

Jon couldn't help secretly relieved in his heart. He made so many cover-ups, his movements were so secretive... It really wasn't a waste of effort.

"Severus! Severus!" A familiar voice came from outside the door, interrupting Jon's conversation with Snape:

"I heard that you actually invited a student to have afternoon tea... It's rare, Severus, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby!"

That cheerful voice, with great resolution...

It's Gilderoy Lockhart.