After about three minutes, Professor Snape reluctantly emerged from the fireplace.
He looked at Dumbledore with a gloomy face, and was about to make some sarcastic remarks to let the principal know what private time was, when he realized that Scamander was actually here.
Could it be that he was caught traveling at night?
He suddenly felt a little gloating.
Snape sniffed and smelled the smell of blood, then turned his head and saw a white creature lying on the table.
"Unicorn?" He frowned and said, "Dumbledore, what I want is the body of the fire dragon. How can you get me a unicorn?"
"Professor Snape, this is not for you." Dumbledore explained: "It is injured, but there is dark magic on the wound, and Rolf cannot cure it... I think this is your area of expertise, so let me
Come and take a look."
"..."
Snape twitched his lips... Dumbledore studied the field of black magic more deeply than anyone else, why should he be approached for this kind of thing?
He glanced at Scamander again and cursed in his heart. He couldn't help cursing secretly:
"You don't want your beloved students to know that you are proficient in black magic, so why don't you leave all this dirty work to me?
Dumbledore?!"
Snape snorted coldly and inspected the unicorn's wound casually, ready to find an excuse to excuse it, but after a few glances, his expression became more and more solemn.
He finally stared into Dumbledore's eyes and asked with a gloomy face: "Who did this?"
Even if the wolf king of the wolf pack has been missing for a long time, an ordinary male wolf will suddenly notice the smell of urine on a tree one day and will be able to detect that it is coming from the wolf king.
Snape was like a male wolf who smelled the "urine smell" of the former boss, the Dark Lord, from dark magic!
That smell was so familiar to Snape!!
"In the Forbidden Forest, there is a wizard who attacks this unicorn and wants to suck its blood." Dumbledore said with a calm expression: "Okay, Severus, heal it quickly. I will take care of the rest later.
Tell you."
Snape's lips moved slightly.
Finally, he took the wand and pointed it at the unicorn's wound. He muttered a series of complex spells in a low voice, then hurriedly returned to his office, got back a bottle of red liquid, and cleaned the unicorn's wound.
"Clean it three more times and the dark magic will almost be eliminated." Snape threw the potion on the table.
Seeing Rolf put away the bottle, Snape turned his gaze, pursed his lips and stared at the young man, and asked:
"I'm even more curious, why did Scamander stay up so late at night and show up here?"
"I'm here to help detoxify this unicorn, Professor Snape." Rove said evasively: "It has also been poisoned by snake venom."
"You're dressed like this in the middle of the night to detoxify?" Snape looked at Rolf's strange outfit and sneered, "I take it you just came back from the Forbidden Forest, right?"
"Headmaster, how many points should be deducted according to school rules for students who go to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night?" Snape asked in a cold voice.
Phineas, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes and shouted: "You should be fired immediately!"
"Thank you for your advice, Phineas." Snape smiled maliciously: "No wonder everyone says you are the best headmaster in Hogwarts!"
"I think so too." Phineas stroked his goatee, and he boasted: "Severus, I think you can become the headmaster before Minerva does in the future..."
The headmasters on the wall stopped pretending to be asleep and began to quarrel with Phineas, especially the headmaster who was born in Hufflepuff.
"Since Scamander violated school rules and went to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night, I think Hufflepuff will be deducted 100 points." Snape said in a greasy voice: "That's reasonable, isn't it, Dumbledore?"
The old man closed his eyes and nodded: "A very reasonable punishment."
Snape grinned and almost laughed out loud.
At this moment, the door was knocked open, and Hagrid's burly body rushed in. He was also holding a large donkey skin bag, and dropped it to the ground with a bang.
"I'm not late, Professor Dumbledore...Rolf, this is the herb you want! How is the unicorn?"
The mouth of the donkey skin bag was wrapped with unicorn hair. After untying it, Luofu opened the bag:
Baixian, rock love grass...all are precious herbs. It's like free of charge. You can buy a big bag slowly!
Snape sat on a chair, held up a cup of tea, and took a few sips. He thought a small broken bag could hold something good, but when he saw the big bag of herbs, the tea almost spat out, and his eyes widened.
.
"Hagrid, did you move Professor Sprout's greenhouse?"
"Ah, Professor Snape, you are here too." Hagrid seemed to notice him. He scratched his hair and said, "I picked these up from the Forbidden Forest."
"..."
Snape also went to the Forbidden Forest, why couldn't he pick up these herbs?
Rolf saw Snape put down the teacup, put his hands behind his back, and come over. He quickly tied the bag tightly.
"Thank you, Hagrid. You have helped me a lot. I will treat the unicorn and make it well. Don't worry."
"That's good."
Rolf dragged the bag and was about to throw it into his suitcase. When he saw Snape coming over, he quickly waved his hand and said:
"Professor, I can move it by myself without your help...don't you want to sleep? Go back soon!"
Snape was stunned, gritted his teeth in anger, and wanted to deduct points from Scamander, but found that he couldn't find a reason, after all, he had just deducted 100 points.
Snape looked at the herbs, his throat twitching slightly. He had his own personal storage room, but herbs were never enough, especially with his speed at brewing potions...the gap was huge.
Don't ask why you don't sell magic potions to make money to buy herbs. Isn't that just kneeling down to beg for food?
Now there is a big bag of herbal medicine, and it’s free. Who wouldn’t want it?
Snape rolled his eyes and said, "I think this bag of herbs should be handled by me. The potion just given to the unicorn for treatment is very expensive and I need compensation."
"Professor, the unicorn is not mine. You rescued it out of kindness. It's not my responsibility to compensate you, but the school's to compensate you." Luo Fu blinked and said:
"This pack of herbs is Hagrid's personal belongings. He gave it to me as a gift and it is my personal property.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! If you want compensation from the school, you should go to Professor Sprout... Oh, I forgot, you just deducted 100 points from Hufflepuff, that's really impressive
It’s a pity.”
Snape had a dark face, looking disgusting as if he had stepped on some pulpy dog poop. He endured the discomfort and said against his will:
"Scamander, since you rescued a unicorn, I think this is a very special performance...Hufflepuff can maybe add fifty...one hundred points, what do you think, Professor Dumbledore?"
?”
"It's a very fair penalty, Severus. You don't stick to school rules and have flexible points deduction standards, which makes me very happy." Dumbledore said with a smile.
For a moment, Snape didn't know whether the principal was praising him or blaming himself, but he still said: "Then this herb..."
"Rolf, give half to Professor Snape. Asking him to give you extra points is rarer than deducting points for Slytherin."
Snape snorted coldly, and would just find some reasons to take it back later. He began to select his own herbs proudly.
Keep the precious ones, the old ones, and the good ones for yourself, and leave the bad ones to Scamander.
Then, Snape heard Hagrid whisper:
"Rolf, if you still need herbs, I still have several big bags there. I sometimes use them as fodder to feed the Thestrals and Hippogriffs..."
Snape: "..."
After everyone left, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand to disperse the smell of blood in the room.
He walked to the window, took advantage of the moonlight, and turned to look at the scenery outside Hogwarts.
After that Quidditch match and tonight's encounter, he already knew where Tom was hiding.
He originally thought that Tom would be more restrained before getting the Philosopher's Stone, but he didn't expect that he would be so bold tonight and fight him directly.
Tom must also be wary. Could it be that he plans to abandon Quirrell as a servant and make a new plan?
Dumbledore turned his head and looked towards Gryffindor Tower. From here, he could see Harry's dormitory.
Dumbledore placed the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts to attract Voldemort, further observe his condition, and to train Harry.
But Harry's current progress is a bit too slow, and it seems that he has to reveal more information.
