The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 185 Abel, are you there?

After Genova finished speaking, he felt extremely pleased with himself.

Since the start of the semester, he had wanted to tell this "joke" about house-elves, because he couldn't stand Lily, the Mudblood, showing off in front of the professor; and because of Lily's cute face, he wanted to tease her a little more.

But before that, Soman, that German, seemed to think highly of this Mudman, and didn't care at all even when people criticized him to his face;

Unlike the headstrong Avery, Genova was very wary of people like Edmund.

Genova's intuition told him that Edmund Soman was much like his father, and that they were probably both prone to acting on a whim.

And do things that defy common sense, morality, and even the law.

Therefore, he dared not act himself, but only instigated Alexios to bully Pollyanna; he had been craving this joke for so long, but only dared to tell it when Edmund was not around, to tease Snape.

Did Genova not know that Snape would be unhappy?

Please, he's not an idiot.

Although for these eleven or twelve-year-old boys, the idea of ​​romantic love between boys and girls is still too far removed from their own lives.

But it's not like you can't tell that Snape and Evans are really good friends, not just partners or sparring partners.

Genova said this to make Snape uncomfortable and unhappy. Clearly, he achieved his goal.

But only half of it was achieved.

"I wouldn't think that way." Snape tucked his chin in and gave a mocking smile.

"No house-elf could make such exquisite potions. Sigh, the headmaster often tells me privately that if Evans were a Slytherin, that would be wonderful."

Moorselber's potion-making results were about as bad as Avery's, and upon hearing this, he immediately frowned as well.

The logic behind this is quite twisted. Snape even went so far as to bring up Professor Slughorn to subtly mock Moorselber, implying that even though Lily was a Muggle, he was no match for her.

The latter clearly hadn't expected him to retort—Snape himself was suspected of being half-blood, how could he dare offend him for the sake of a Mudblood?!

Why didn't Snape dare?

Half a school year has passed, and Severus is almost certain:

His talent was quite good, which was very different from those upperclassmen who were bullied but unable to fight back;

Moreover, and more importantly, he has a great talent for potions and is highly regarded by the headmaster and prefects.

In conclusion, he only needs to meet the expectations of the higher-ups in Slytherin to gain a foothold in Slytherin.

Severus didn't even consider these troublemakers among his classmates a threat.

"Don't be upset, Murseb." Severus twitched his lips, forcing a smile.

"If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

"Don't worry, I don't need a sparring partner, and I can do a lot of things well in one go."

After Severus finished speaking, he nodded to the upperclassmen who were looking at him and walked straight towards the dormitory.

Moorselber's face flushed red and then paled, while Avery relaxed somewhat and said:

"What does he mean by that?"

Muller didn't reply; it took him a great deal of effort to swallow the words "Shut up."

This little episode seemed to have ended there. Whether or not Severus was prepared to "forgive" Murseb for daring to insult his best friend in this way, the little wizard did not react on the spot.

To be fair, excluding the eccentric Edmund Sohman, Severus Snape was clearly the one among this year's freshmen who best fit Slytherin's preferences.

He was ambitious, shrewd, and valued honor. At the same time, he was also able to assess the situation and protect himself wisely, thus ensuring his ultimate victory.

The only problem is that they don't come from a prestigious family.

However, this hasn't posed a major problem yet.

Snape opened the dormitory door. The noise startled Travers, who frowned but quickly understood why: Soman, who hadn't returned all night, hadn't been expelled and was back.

For some inexplicable reason, Severus initiated a conversation with Edmund:

"You missed the morning herbalism class, Mr. Soman."

Even with Severus's brilliant mind, he couldn't figure out how to ask the question "How can I get my parents to divorce?" without offending Soman.

But Severus felt that if he wanted to know the answer, he'd better make a good relationship with this wretched fellow beforehand.

Edmund, who had been leaning on his hand, deep in thought, smiled slightly upon hearing this and then replied very kindly, "The headmaster took me to the Ministry of Magic to handle a small matter. Thank you for your concern, Severus."

Ironically, Severus didn't react much to what he said, but Travers shuddered again.

However, Severus guessed that he was thinking the same thing as Travers.

Did Dumbledore take Soman to change his surname?

Severus paused for a moment, racking his brains, before finally uttering a statement that was relatively less like a provocation:

"Oh, that sounds really difficult." He paused for a moment. "No matter what, I shouldn't have made you stay out all night and miss a class."

After saying that, Severus seemed to realize something was wrong.

If Soman no longer bore the surname Soman but Dumbledore, then his words would not have been so agreeable.

While complaining about the Headmaster's unpredictability is practically politically correct within Slytherin, what if your roommate became "Dumbledore"?

Edmund stared at Severus Snape with a curious look for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask, Severus."

"I can tell you seem to want to be a little 'closer' to me than before, but to be honest, you're not really good at that."

Edmund gestured, as if making a smiley face.

Having his intentions exposed, Severus calmed down. The little wizard's greasy hair hung down beside his face, making his already melancholy face appear even more gloomy.

"Well, it's nothing. Just like you said, Soman, I think you're someone I can befriend."

Severus gave a standard answer befitting Slytherin, and Edmund shrugged and turned away.

He didn't care what the gloomy little wizard was planning, nor did he care about what misunderstandings Snape and Travers had each had.

Edmund rested his head on one hand, while his other hand kept fiddling with a gold ring inlaid with a black stone.

The genie gazed at the ring that sealed the devil's trick, which was given to the wizard and was said to have the power to resurrect the dead.

As he gazed at the dark stone, he seemed to hear countless, layered sounds echoing in his ears:

"Put it on...—put it on your hand."

"Come see me—look at our faces—take me back and help me cross the river—"

The genie listened to the voice in his ear, and after a while, he sighed.

This is so tragic.

He sighed.

Many of you must have been very important to me in the past.

However, although I can still remember who you are and what entanglements and pasts we have, in reality, I can no longer distinguish your voices!

He shook his head, then gave a strange smile.

[Abel, Abel—brother, are you there?]

Death, O Death, do you possess the power to resurrect my poor brother, who died in murder, and reunite his ghost with me once more?