Chapter 139 Snape's Hatred and Grudge

Harry followed George and Fred into an empty classroom next door.

"Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked curiously.

George and Fred looked at each other and said with a mysterious smile.

"Because we plan to give you a Christmas present in advance, Harry, and we will leave after giving this present."

As they spoke, Fred took out a worn parchment from his pocket - the Marauder's Map.

Then they taught Harry how to use it. Harry looked at the map that recorded all the routes of Hogwarts and could also see all the actions of the people in the castle, and he was stunned.

George was still popularizing the taboos when using this map.

"Remember, except Professor Forrest, no teacher can see the existence of this map."

Harry came back to his senses after hearing his words, and he asked puzzledly.

"Why can Professor Forrest know?"

"Because last year, the professor already knew the existence of this Marauder's Map." Fred shrugged and said.

George continued, "Yes, it was the first day of school. We had just played a trick on Filch who was waiting to catch us. When we slipped out of the Gryffindor common room while opening the Marauder's Map, we saw Professor Forrest staring at us in front of the door."

Fred now shuddered when he recalled that horrifying scene.

"We were so scared when we saw the professor that we even forgot to hide the map, and then the professor took it away."

"But Professor Forrest still gave us a chance at that time. He promised that as long as we behaved well, he would return the map to us."

"Yes, that period was almost the most well-behaved time for George and me in school." Fred said with emotion, "If my mother saw it, she would definitely be very pleased and think that we had changed for the better."

"Although the professor extended the time a little bit, he still returned the map to us at the end of the semester."

"But before he returned the map to us, it seemed that he used some magic on it and removed his name."

Hearing them say this, Harry realized that there was really no Sherlock's name on the Marauder's Map.

George patted his shoulder.

"It only lacks Professor Forrest's name, but it is still very useful. We don't need it anymore, so we decided to give it to you!"

The two of them handed the Marauder's Map to Harry, said goodbye to him and prepared to go to Hogsmeade from the gate.

Harry looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand, and his eyes gradually lit up!

Although he had experienced a lot of preaching from Sherlock, Harry's restless heart would not be changed so easily.

He always envied others who could go to Hogsmeade village to relax and spend the weekend, but he could only stay alone in the castle.

And now his chance to escape from here is finally here.

The Marauder's Map records all the secret passages from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, and Harry can leave easily.

There is an entrance to the secret passage behind the hunchbacked old witch where he is now.

With excitement and a little guilt in his heart, Harry walked into the secret passage.

But this trip to Hogsmeade was not as pleasant as he imagined.

Just as Harry was heading to Hogsmeade through the secret passage, Sherlock was knocking gently on the door of Snape's office.

After the gloomy voice inside said "Come in", Sherlock pushed the door open and walked in.

Even though it was close to Christmas, Snape was not idle. In front of him was a crucible burning on the fire, and the potion in the pot was "booming" and steaming.

After seeing that the person coming was Sherlock, Snape's face was a little surprised, and there was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why did you come to me?"

Sherlock didn't care what Snape was feeling now. He took out a list from his pocket and put it on the desk.

"I need these materials, of course I won't take them for nothing. I will pay the normal amount."

Snape took the list of materials from the desk.

Sherlock didn't hide the potion materials. With Snape's eyesight, he could naturally tell what potion Sherlock was going to prepare just by looking at these materials.

"The sting of the Billywig, the secretion of the Pinnacle, the oozing grass picked on the full moon... You want to prepare a sorrow potion?"

Sherlock did not comment.

"So do you have these materials here?"

Snape looked at him proudly, his eyes were still empty and cold, and his hair was like a layer of oil, it looked like he hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

"Ah, it's really hard, Forrest, you're begging me. You want three copies of these materials, as a colleague working in the school, I only charge you fifty Galleons, how about it?"

Sherlock looked at him with disdain.

"You are so mean."

"Do you want it?"

Sherlock took out a purse from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Here are thirty Galleons, and I'll give you the remaining twenty next time."

These materials are actually not worth the money, but some of them are hard to buy in the magic world, not because they are scarce, but because it is not the season for such materials to be used. It is estimated that only a potion master like Snape will have spare materials in every season.

So even if he charged more than the normal market price, as long as it was not too much, Sherlock would just pinch his nose and accept it.

Snape brought Sherlock three ingredients for the Sadness Potion from his own inventory of potion materials. Just as he took the materials and was about to leave, Snape suddenly stopped him.

"Don't you want to know what potion I'm brewing?"

This kind of words that tempt others to continue asking questions along with him, coming out of Snape's mouth, is really rare.

Sherlock stopped, he turned back and took a closer look at the potion that had been boiling in the crucible, thought for a moment, and knew what Snape wanted to do.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc, so he didn't rush to leave, and sat directly on a chair in Snape's office.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I don't have such a deep study of potions like Master Snape, but perhaps I still have some understanding."

Sherlock looked at the pot of potion pretentiously.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a pot of wolfsbane potion, right?"

Snape's tone vaguely sounded a little impatient.

"Yes, the effect of this potion is very uncommon."

"It's uncommon." Sherlock nodded, "Although it can't completely cure werewolves, it's enough to be called the savior of werewolves."

Snape's impatience seemed to be undisguised.

"Yes, the savior of werewolves, then if everyone in the castle is normal, then why should I brew this pot of potion?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"How should I know."

The expectation on Snape's face froze, and he had a gloomy face.

"Can't you use your brain to think about it!"

If this happened before the time travel, Sherlock would have pointed at his face and mocked him: He was anxious, he was anxious.

But now he was in Snape's office. If he really said this, the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow would probably become - the sadness of magic education, the truth about the fight between two Hogwarts professors.

"I'm very busy every day, but I don't have the energy to think about these things. Why don't you tell me the answer directly, Snape, tell me why you boil this pot of wolfsbane potion." Sherlock said slowly.

Snape looked at Sherlock coldly, who was pretending. Of course, he was not a fool, so he naturally saw the problem.

"You actually guessed it a long time ago?"

Sherlock saw that he had discovered it, and he stopped pretending with him.

"Thanks to your reminder, I took great pains to talk about so much about werewolves when I was substituting for the class."

Snape stared at him.

"Since you know, why don't you expose his true identity! Don't you think that having a werewolf in Hogwarts is a hidden danger to students?"

Sherlock sneered.

"You knew it earlier than me? Why don't you spread it yourself, and make me the first to do it?"

Snape seemed to be gritting his teeth, but his face didn't show how angry he was.

"I promised Dumbledore that I would keep this a secret and not tell anyone."

"You have broken your promise. Even if it was just a reminder, it was still a reminder, making me an insider."

Sherlock suddenly looked at him curiously.

"What's your grudge against Lupin? He looks like a nice guy, why do you hate him so much, wishing his identity would be revealed and kicked out of Hogwarts? Are you jealous of the position of Defense professor? No, he's just an assistant. If you're jealous, you should be jealous of me."

In the office, the boiling potion was bubbling with steam. Snape stood in the dim light, his hands clenched into fists.

"A nice guy? Is that what you think of him?"

He didn't angrily drive Sherlock out of here, or coldly tell him to get out.

"Do you know what he almost did? He turned into a werewolf, and his friends lured me over and locked me in the same room with him while he was transforming! If one of them hadn't given up at the last minute, fearing that they would be expelled from school because of my death, and released me, there would not be Severus Snape standing in front of you now!"

Snape stared at Sherlock. His words were not very excited or angry, but the hatred mixed in them could be heard by anyone.

Sherlock was stunned by what he said. He really didn't expect that Snape and Lupin really had such a big grudge.

He had thought that Snape was a petty person, because he had been holding a grudge against Lupin for some trivial matter during their school days.

Judging from what he said, it was not without reason that he hated Lupin to this extent.

Sherlock sighed and no longer had the mood to tease Snape.

"Even if he almost killed you, it was not his own intention. He lost consciousness after becoming a werewolf. If you want to hate you, you should hate the group of people who tricked you into it."

Snape said coldly.

"What's the difference between them? Just because he almost killed me because he had no consciousness, I can't hate him? Can you be so generous?"

Sherlock was speechless.

He originally wanted to reconcile the conflict between Snape and Lupin, but now it seems that this is simply irreconcilable.

What happened between them back then must not be as simple as Snape said. With such a complicated relationship, Sherlock was no longer in the mood to argue with Snape about who was right and who was wrong. He took the potion materials and left here.

Just as Sherlock walked to the door of his office in a trance, he found a familiar figure standing in front of the door.

The black robe covered his whole body, and the wide hood covered most of his face, leaving the lower half of his face looking particularly white.

Sherlock said in surprise when he saw Silk standing in front of the door waiting.

"I thought you lied to me before and would never come back. You didn't really leave me here?"

Silk didn't care about Sherlock's nonsense, she said coldly.

"I learned some useful information, but it's only useful."

Sherlock pushed open the door of his office and walked in with Silk.

He sat on the chair and pulled out the locket from under his robe.

"So what is this thing?"

Silk gently told him what he had gained from his trip back.

"The ministry arranged for me to meet an old goblin who has lived since the goblin rebellion. He told me that when the situation was the most difficult, the goblins had thought about the failure of the war."

"They discussed together and gathered the best goblin craftsmen at the time according to the situation. They created an alchemical product that could turn the situation around after the failure and hid it in the deepest secret headquarters underground."

"But for some reason, the goblins did not activate this alchemical item after the defeat. The goblin who talked to me was not a leader among the goblins at the time. He just heard about such a thing."

"It is rumored among the goblins that it represents the highest alchemical skill in the past thousand years, but what does this thing look like and what is its function? The goblins who know this information are all dead."

Sherlock looked at the plain pendant box and didn't expect it to be the highest symbol of the alchemical level in the past.

After listening to the information about the pendant box found by Silk, he couldn't help but think of a question in confusion.

"Since this is an alchemical item created by the goblins to turn the tide of the war, how did the straw man know about it? What did he want to do after finding it?"

Silk shook his head.

"I don't know, but this is also what the department is studying now. They are trying to get something out of Fiddlesticks."