Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

　　In the magic world, pure-blood families have relatives with each other.

　　After all, if a wizard only wants his children to be combined with pure-blooded people, his options are very limited-the pure-blood concept is like an invisible barrier that simply and roughly divides the wizards into two sides.

　　This is why Snape, despite his strength, has never been truly recognized by Death Eaters.

　　 As a hybrid of Muggles and wizards, Snape did not even qualify as a godfather of a pure blood wizard, let alone interfere in the complex family conflicts and relatives between pure blood wizard families.

　　 "This damn, arrogant black dog..."

　　Snape returned to his residence, leaning against the wall by the fireplace and breathing deeply.

From the day he lost Lily forever, he once thought that he would not be excited by something again until last year when Harry Potter re-entered school. This stubborn little guy made him feel a long-lost affection for the first time. .

　　It reminded him of the time when he and Evans were dependent on each other in Hogwarts many years ago.

The appearance of Sirius Black reminded Severus Snape of some bad memories. He broke up with Evans more than a decade ago because of that unforgivable impulse. This time he will not let this This happened.

　　 The accusation of Lucius Malfoy is not the most important thing to worry about now—if Black’s behavior really violates the law, the Ministry of Magic will naturally find him in trouble, but that is what Snape would like to see.

　　Harry is just a minor wizard who has just turned twelve years old, and is easily influenced by others in distinguishing right from wrong.

　　Know that Sirius Black is not a good man. Black may be responsible for tutoring Harry's studies seriously, but he will definitely instill some bad ideas, especially to discredit his image.

　　 For Snape, watching Harry become close to his godfather was undoubtedly a very bad thing.

To make matters worse, Snape, who failed to apply for the "Black Magic Defense" professor again, already got the name of Dumbledore who will be the professor of this course next semester-Remus Lupin, the fourth Think tank of people group.

　　 With Sirius and Lupin becoming professors at Hogwarts, the situation will only get worse.

　　As Sirius Black said, throughout the incident, he was just an outsider without any position, at best, just an old classmate of Harry’s mother, and an in-service professor of Harry’s favorite course.

　　 It's just, only for liking...

　　 There are too many amazing peers in Hogwarts.

Even if Little Harry has worked hard, as a playful little boy, a little wizard who is not so evil, even with Snape’s make-up, Harry’s potion class score is only second to the grade. Floating between the fourth place.

Whether it's Hermione Granger or Draco Malfoy, Harry is a very strong competitor... not to mention above these two, there is the name of Huo "Moonlight" in Gwarts Clouds.

　　 "Maybe..."

　　 Snape pondered for a few seconds, and his subconscious shifted to the stone bench on the top of the fireplace.

There was an old textbook he had just turned over from the locker in the potion class classroom some time ago, the potion textbook he used when he was in Hogwarts decades ago-if not because After finding this old textbook, Snape almost forgot, and he once had such a shame and a black history of S2

　　According to Snape's original idea, he originally intended to seal this past, as if it had never existed.

　　 But...

Suddenly, Snape's mind came up with a paragraph that Elena once said inadvertently-[No one will like the subject that she is not good at. For students, the favorite subject and the best subject are actually the same. one meaning. 】

　　 The former half-blood prince raised his finger and tapped on the old potion textbook, meditating to himself thoughtfully.

"Perhaps in addition to the regular classroom teaching, Harry needs some unremarkable, but particularly important little cheats that can help him stand out in the potion class, and better beat Elena Kaslana... "

　　Hogwarts professors' evaluation of Elena is no longer a magic genius of "a hundred years of encounter".

　　 The future is not easy to say for now, but if only Elena is compared with her age, even if you look back at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for nearly a thousand years, you can't find a wizard who can be compared with this girl.

Severus Snape can be said to be one of the professors with the deepest feelings about the evil spirit of this "little assistant in potions class", whether in terms of rigor, creativity, knowledge absorption, Elena Has reached the level of half a professor.

　　 There is no doubt that as of now, no student can beat Elena Kaslana.

　　Especially in the potion class, ordinary students are professors that cannot be beaten. Even if the other party is just an assistant, it is also one of the in-depth participants in the course and examination. The referee is almost invincible in the end.

　　 But...

　　If the opponent is replaced by another formal professor, the result is not easy to say...

　　Snape raised his eyebrows, put down the old textbook in his hand, raised his wand and waved it gently in the room.

　　 Click.

　　 A crumpled "Magic Potion and Potion" flew out of the bookshelf and fell into his hands.

　　Hogwarts first and second grade potions classes will use this textbook written by Professor Arseny Gig.

Although in Snape’s view, many of the potions are outdated, and there are many ways to improve the basic potions and materials processing process, but as an introduction to potions for children, it still has Can be considered barely qualified.

　　 "This book seems...too new?"

Snape frowned and carefully compared the two potions textbooks on hand. The wand knocked on the cover of the book "Magic Potion and Potion", and the book page he bought specifically as a lesson preparation material instantly turned yellow. Since then, various folds and creases have spread through the cover and pages of the book little by little, as if decades have passed in an instant.

　　 "Well, it looks much more normal, and now there is only one mysterious textbook master..."

He frowned soothingly, glanced at the tattered "Advanced Potion Making", the wand nodded again, and the bottom of the back cover of a small, dense line of "Magic Potion and Potion"-[This book belongs to Half-Blood Prince】.

　　 This way, even if Elena discovers Harry's secret later, it doesn't matter.

　　Compared to the peers who lost to me, was crushed by the notes left by a mysterious senior decades ago, which may be a more uncomfortable blow for the proud Elena Kaslana.

　　 Snape tapped the textbook in his hand gently, revealing a meaningful smile.

As long as he didn’t tell the answer, even if Elena went through the student files of Hogwarts over the years, she even went to Albus Dumbledore to ask, and it was impossible to know who was the "Blood Prince"— The unknown is the most terrible opponent.

　　…………

　　 The next day, early in the morning.

　　 On the other side, Moscow.

Newt Scamander squeezed an address left over decades ago, standing blankly on the streets of Moscow, in a hurry of silhouettes and depressions, frowning tightly, carefully looking at the copy he had just bought. Map of Russia.

　　Several decades have passed, and too many changes have taken place in this distant eastern country.

　　Newt tried several times, but could not directly connect to the city where the old friends lived through the flyway network.

In desperation, he had to first arrive in Moscow through the official channel of the Ministry of Magic, preparing to take a look at it according to the latest maps of the local Muggles, and then use the phantom to move to the city where the old friends live.

　　 But...

　　 looked at it now, and the map seemed to be unable to help him.

　　Newt sighed, looked around the hurried street, and walked to a stall that was selling metal badges, handicrafts, cigarettes, and various covers of foreign magazines with exposed women on the covers.

　　 "Good morning, friend! Do you want to buy something?"

　　 The stall owner is an old man with two temples and white spots. The tiger's mouth is covered with calluses.

　　 The old man looked at Newt’s British trench coat, his eyes lit up sharply, and said enthusiastically in crappy English.

"Look, here is the newly arrived Playboy magazine. Although it may be outdated, it is still quite difficult to buy in this city. You will love it! As long as two dollars, of course, sterling will do! "

　　 "That's right, there are many good badges here, I guarantee these are rare things you haven't seen..."

　　In this day and age, foreign tourists are the most popular customers.

　　 And the most important reason is that these tourists from western countries usually buy goods with very valuable currencies such as US dollars and pounds sterling, rather than moving toward the former Soviet ruble which changes the price of toilet paper every day.

　　 "I'm sorry, I didn't come to buy things, I came to ask for directions..."

　　Newt scratched his nose awkwardly. In the disappointed eyes of the old man, UU reading www.uukanshu.com pointed to the map in his hand.

　　 "Ask for directions? Well, are you going to Citibank for business, or are you going to take pictures in the Kremlin?"

　　The old man put down his magazine and the pile of metal badge boxes with some disappointment, and waved his hand.

　　 "Citibank will continue to follow this road and you will see that the Kremlin is in the opposite direction."

　　 After a pause for a few seconds, the old man tried hard to squeeze a not-so-skilled smile, looked up at Newt Scamander, looking forward expectantly, and then added another sentence.

"By the way, if you need a local guide, you can hire me. Fifteen dollars a day, sterling too! I'm definitely cheaper than the unreliable young people on the square-not just Moscow, most places in Russia I know how to get there."

　　 "Really? That's great!"

　　Newt let out a sigh of relief, took out twenty pounds and handed it to the old man, and asked in less skilled Russian.

　　 "Hi, comrade! Do you know where Leningrad and Stalingrad are? I can't find them on the map."

　　 The old man's outstretched hand stopped in midair.

　　 The twenty-pound printed with the queen fell lightly on the stall between the two, covering the silver badge with the sickle and hammer on it that the old man was trying to sell.

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