Chapter 567 News About the Elder Wand

"Homework, a twelve-inch paper on the properties of moonstone and its uses in medicine, due on Thursday, get out of class is over!"

Snape's eyes swept across the group of students who were pale with fright at their homework, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but feel a little happy. When he walked out of the classroom, he glanced at Loren, his deep eyes full of meaning.

Loren:…

He thought about it for a while, and he probably didn't mean to ask him to find him after turning off the lights at night. After all, Snape must have never read a certain oriental classic mythology novel... Shaking away the messy thoughts in his mind, he put the textbook on the table on the table. Hermione pushed in front of him and quickly followed him out.

After jogging a few steps out of the classroom, he saw the aloof Professor Snape walking slowly towards the corner of the underground corridor. His steps were slower than a lame retired Auror, obviously waiting for him to catch up.

Loren murmured a few words silently in his heart, ran quickly to follow him, and greeted politely: "Professor Snape, long time no see. Did you have a nice summer vacation?"

Snape had been quietly paying attention to the footsteps behind him since just now. When he heard his childish greeting, he couldn't help but pause. He felt that this sentence was too harsh and said coldly: "If I didn't remember, Wrong, the last time we met was at Black's house a week ago, or are you under Crouch's forgetfulness spell and your brain is broken?"

The expression on Loren's face remained unchanged, understanding that this was a professor's unique concern, and couldn't help but smile: "No, professor, this is just a normal greeting."

"Mr. Morgan, who is so powerful, still needs to greet me, the Potions Professor?"

Snape glanced at him sideways, his tone cold and slightly mocking, "Fighting head-on against two ruthless Death Eaters, easily defeating and capturing two dark wizards, Mr. Morgan fully demonstrated his advanced transformation skills..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Snape..." The words popped out of Loren's mouth subconsciously, and he quickly reacted and said seriously and seriously, "I mean, thanks to Professor Snape's teaching."

"Really?" Snape's pace gradually quickened, "Then go to my office, I have specially prepared extracurricular tutoring for you!"

Loren's face was full of embarrassment: "It's not convenient now, Professor, it's lunch time soon."

"The house elves will bring lunch to the office." Snape strode ahead expressionlessly.

"..."

A certain Slytherin headmaster was too enthusiastic, so Loren couldn't resist and reluctantly followed him into the office.

This underground office is still so dark. The wooden shelves on both sides of the room are filled with specimens of various animals and plants. The lifelike faces and lifeless postures interweave a strange and silent atmosphere, as if the things in the jars will be released at any time. Open your eyes and stare at the people in the room.

It wasn't really a good environment for dining, but the professor's special lunch made up for it.

The snowflake steak is seared on the outside and tender on the inside. The aroma of oil is overflowing. The meat is firm and has no fascia. When you bite it, the juice will overflow. The freshly cooked mushroom soup is even more fragrant and rich in flavor. As for the vegetable salad, it is more ordinary. , Loren has never been very interested in this thing.

Snape did not hold on to the summer vacation. While the house elf was serving the food, he gave some instructions not to have too much contact with Death Eater things. When Loren had almost eaten, he was still cutting the steak slowly. While saying casually:

"Can I get full marks in the Potions subject in the O.W.L.s exam next June?"

"Well……"

Loren swallowed the last piece of steak, thought for a moment and nodded lightly, without saying too much: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be fine."

"Regardless of any unexpected circumstances, you will have to take my potions improvement class next year."

"Well……"

Loren took out a cherry tomato from the salad bowl, threw it into his mouth and took a bite. The sweet and sour juice dissipated the greasiness of the steak. At the same time, he silently complained in his heart: It's okay to take the potions improvement class in sixth grade, but it's not yours. Not sure.

If he remembered correctly, when Umbridge retired as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year, there were really no one to apply for the position. Dumbledore finally decided to let Snape rotate the job internally and rehire the retired Horace. Slughorn returns as Potions Master...

He calmly looked back and nodded seriously: "Okay professor, no problem professor."

"Bring your little girlfriend with you too. You'll give her more tutoring this year. It's best if she gets full marks in the exam."

"I'll tell Hermione."

"Um?"

"Okay professor, no problem professor."

"Hmm..." Snape chewed slowly, his nasal cavity dragging out the final sound slightly. Although the students' O.W.L.s test scores do not count as teachers' performance, two more students with perfect scores can also highlight his high teaching standards. Compared with other professors He can also look good in front of colleagues in the field of potions. "There is also the famous Harry Potter, who will supervise him to complete his homework carefully and ensure that he can successfully enter the potions advanced class next year."

"Okay professor, no problem professor."

Loren agreed readily. Professor Slughorn would take the Potions course anyway. According to the old professor's keen stamp-collecting character, even if Harry failed Potions, he could enter the Potions Advanced Class.

"Urge him on your behalf and don't reveal that this is what I mean."

"knew……"

Loren glanced at Snape. There was only a small piece of steak left on the plate. After pondering for a few seconds, he asked, "Professor, how is your research on the potion for bringing the dead back to life?"

"Progress is slow."

Snape's tone was calm and vague, as if he didn't want to talk too much about this matter, "You are still just a student. Do what a student should do, and don't get involved in the messy things of adult wizards."

Loren chewed the sweet and sour cherry tomatoes silently, with a calm expression on his face: "Professor, you know me. I always abide by school rules and am a good student who behaves himself."

Snape did not refute, he probably believed it, and continued to warn: "Try not to hang out in Hogsmeade on weekends. Go to Mrs. Puddieff's Teahouse for dates. Don't go to bars, especially the Pig's Head Bar. Stay away from suspicious wizards when you see them." …”

Loren didn't expect Snape's instructions to be so careful. He was stunned for a moment and couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

"It's not happening yet, but it may happen soon."

Snape paused for a moment, thinking that Loren was Dumbledore's chosen one, that he was already able to deal with two senior Death Eaters on his own, and was proficient in Occlumency, so he decided to say a few more words and make it clear to avoid this. The boy went to check it out out of curiosity. "The mysterious man has realized that there is something wrong with his wand. Recently, he is planning to replace it with a more powerful wand, the legendary Elder Wand! Not long ago, he got clues about the Elder Wand and ordered the food to be eaten." The Dead Apostles mobilized financial and material resources to search for him, and many dark wizards hid in Hogsmeade in disguise for huge rewards."

"The Elder Wand..."

Loren repeated, his expression was a little weird, he raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "Does Dumbledore have any opinion on this? There is Hogsmeade Week in October. As the principal of Hogwarts, What is he going to do with these Death Eaters and dark wizards?"

"He said he wanted to discuss it with Professor McGonagall..."

Snape shook his head, "As long as you have a general understanding of these things, as I said before, your current responsibility is to prepare for the exam next June, and leave other matters to the adult wizards."

"Okay, Professor..."

Realizing that Dumbledore had not revealed the true information about the Elder Wand to Snape, Loren stopped asking further questions and discussed some potions topics, the teaching content and club activities of this school year, and towards the end of the afternoon During class, Loren left the Potions office.

…

"What did I talk about with Professor Snape?"

Facing the two people's questioning, Loren looked helpless, sighed and spread his hands, "What else can we talk about? What he said about eugenics tutoring poor students, he told me to urge you to study Potions well and complete your Potions homework on time... "

At this time, they were walking on a stair landing, passing in front of portraits of wizards, and were on their way to the North Tower for a divination class. Because Hermione's elective was ancient runes instead of divination, she did not go with them. Son.

Hearing his friend so ruthlessly implying that he was a poor student, Harry was so angry that he waved his wand and shouted that he wanted to duel him.

"Duel?" Loren knocked on a portrait of a knight on the wall, "Sir Cadogan, Harry wants to duel with you."

Sir Cadogan immediately pulled out his sword and waved it at Harry fiercely: "Come on, let's have an honest and fair duel, a duel between knights!"

"I'm not... I didn't..." Harry's expression became unbearable, he quickened his pace and ran away in confusion.

"Come back, you running coward! Don't back down, fight me!" Sir Cadogan shouted in a muffled voice from behind the mask, but Harry just kept walking forward, and Sir Cadogan wanted to chase him, so He jumped into an adjacent painting and was entangled by a ferocious-looking wolf dog in the painting.

Follow the winding stairs all the way up to the top of the north tower, climb a silver ladder and pass through the trap door above your head to enter Sybill Trelawney's classroom.

"Hello, classmates, welcome back to the divination class. I have been paying attention to your destiny throughout the summer vacation..."

Professor Trelawney sang in that vague and dreamy voice. She still looked thin, wearing black-rimmed glasses that covered half of her face, a thick shawl, and various accessories hanging on her body. He was forced to sit in front of the stove.

The not very strong fire gave off an unpleasant smell of spices, and the lamps covered with cloth made the whole room very dim.

After only sitting for less than ten minutes, the little wizards became sleepy one after another, their eyelids began to fight, and their heads moved little by little on the table.

Divination class is a course that many young wizards love and hate. They love it because the homework and exams are very easy. You don’t have to use your brain. You can get high marks by making up some unlucky things. But you hate it because Professor Trelawney has a unique teaching style. She is used to refreshing her students with terrifying curses when they are drowsy...

Loren opened the divination textbook for this semester, "A Guide to Dream Interpretation" compiled by Inigo Inmag, a heavy tome.

Although it was unclear what specific outstanding contributions this Imago wizard had made, after Loren spent twenty minutes reading the introduction, he was convinced that he was an amazing wizard. A "Dream Interpretation Guide" not only wrote relevant theoretical knowledge, but also It also has the ability to guide people to practice.

"As expected of a wizard who can publish books..."

Loren nodded with admiration, nodded again, repeated the above actions, and soon closed his eyes and fell into a dreamlike trance.

I don't know how long it took, but when Loren came back to his senses, the divination class was over, and Ron's voice could be heard muttering and complaining about homework.

"Gosh, it's only Monday, how much homework do we already have? Binns asked us to write a foot-and-a-half-long paper on the Giant War; Snape asked for a foot-and-a-half paper on the moonstone. Purpose; now Trelawny wants us to write down our dreams every day for a month! Fred and George said that this O.W.L. year was difficult, and it seems so, isn't that the woman named Umbridge? Don’t give us any more…”

On the way back to the main building of the castle, Harry walked on the outside, carefully avoiding the frame where Sir Cadogan might appear. Ron walked next to him. Not far in front were Hermione, who had just finished learning ancient runes, and who was typing. Yawned Loren.

"Huh..." Loren yawned again and said lazily, "There is history of magic in the morning and divination class in the afternoon. I will definitely have insomnia when I go back in the evening."

"I don't think so. You sleep better than some animals." Hermione responded casually.

"I suspect you are insulting me."

"How is it possible? This is a kind of praise..." Hermione asked softly while checking the door number, "According to the information revealed by Professor Snape, the Elder Wand in fairy tales actually exists? Is it really true in the world? Is there a magic wand that can defeat death?"

"Don't think I don't know you're changing the subject." Loren shook his shoulder and bumped her, "Since the invisibility cloak is real, what's the surprise about the appearance of an Elder Wand?"

"But the invisibility cloak is not as powerful as the legend says. It cannot avoid the pursuit of death, or even certain wizards with keen senses."

"The Elder Wand cannot always help its master win."

"..."

Hermione's little face wrinkled up and she fell into deep thought.

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Professor Umbridge already sitting behind the podium.

She was wearing the same fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with the black velvet bow on top of her head. The strong sense of déjà vu was so vivid that the same picture appeared in every student's mind——

A big fly foolishly landed on a bigger toad.