HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

(I'm not currently in a relationship or dating, please understand.)

Seeing the flames of war spreading to him, Lin Mo felt a headache coming on, secretly hoping that Professor McGonagall and that unreliable old man Dumbledore would arrive soon.

Anyway, he didn't dare to stop the angry professor, nor could he stop him, not to mention that the professor was angry with him right now.

Looking at Harry and Ron, who both seemed to be saying "better to die than see me die," Lin Mo suddenly realized that he hadn't been wrong to ignore them before.

Fortunately, the two professors finally received the three children's heartfelt prayers and hurried into the cellar. After Dumbledore's ramblings, Harry and Ron successfully escaped.

"Severus, Mr. Lin is a Slytherin student. You can decide for yourself what the problem is." Dumbledore had achieved his goal, and seeing Lin Mo out of the corner of his eye, he spoke again.

"Severus, my child, you should look more at Mr. Lin's good points and stop criticizing him all the time," Dumbledore said, winking at Lin Mo.

Snape almost laughed in anger. When had he ever criticized this stupid giant? Compared to those stupid lions, was his teaching to him considered criticism?

"Shut up, Headmaster, I'm not your child..." Snape was interrupted by Dumbledore, who was eager to get back to the dinner party for dessert, before he could finish speaking.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, Minerva and I will be leaving." Dumbledore left in an extremely unreliable manner.

The cellar door was closed, and even in the summer, the cold cellar remained devoid of warmth, returning to its usual silence.

"Mr. Lin," Snape looked up at Lin Mo, slowly uttering each syllable, "are you waiting for me to scold you if you don't leave?"

Snape was really tired today. He had been worrying all night and hadn't eaten lunch because he was making potions. He had only eaten breakfast all day, and he really couldn't be bothered to criticize Lin Mo.

Let the kid make a fuss, it has nothing to do with him.

Now, Lin Mo felt like there was something wrong with his brain. Snape not criticizing him today made him feel strange.

However, since Snape didn't want to talk to him about the embarrassing incident at Flourish and Blotts, Lin Mo didn't need to be the one to cause trouble.

"Sir, I have a favor to ask." Lin Mo quickly changed the subject.

"What?" Snape sat on the sofa, gesturing for Lin Mo to sit down and talk to him. "Mr. Lin has been getting more and more outrageous lately."

"I don't want to listen to that idiot Lockhart talk about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Can I not go to class?" Lin Mo started by addressing the issue from the perspective of the greatest benefit.

"Heh, Mr. Lin, have you had too much to drink today? Don't you want to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Then you might as well just go home," Snape sneered, speaking to Lin Mo without hesitation.

"Sir, you know what happened at Flourish and Blotts. Lockhart is just a pretty face; taking classes with him is a waste of time." Lin Mo began to gradually gain benefits for himself, launching his first offensive.

"When did Mr. Lin learn to judge people by their appearance? Just because you don't like Lockhart, you're not going to Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Snape wanted to agree with Lin Mo's opinion of Lockhart, but as the headmaster, he couldn't show it.

"After spending these past few years together, sir, you know I'm not that kind of person." Lin Mo paused, then continued, "Actually, I really wanted to take Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but unfortunately, the headmaster didn't have a good eye."

"Sir, you are such a talented wizard, yet Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't let you become the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor." Lin Mo took the opportunity to rub salt in the wound of Snape's repeated unsuccessful attempts to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Before Snape could angrily kick him out, Lin Mo quickly continued, "What I mean is, sir, your teaching is a million times better than Lockhart's. Could you teach me Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"I think if Mr. Lin's brain hadn't been thrown into the Muggle sewers, you should know that your poor professor, I, am a Potions Professor." Snape expressed deep disdain for Lin Mo's overt and covert flattery and provocation.

At this moment, Snape had not witnessed how outrageous Lockhart's teaching could be, so even though he was not very accepting of Lockhart, he still did not raise any specific questions about Lockhart's teaching.

"Sir, please give me a chance. I'll take Lockhart's class once, and you can see if his teaching is really as bad as I suspect," Lin Mo pleaded.

In Lin Mo's view, it wasn't just because he didn't want to be with that idiot Lockhart, but also because Snape was a master who could create many highly practical spells even in his student days.

Lin Mo hoped to learn more useful knowledge from Snape and improve his strength as soon as possible, instead of wasting time playing house with Lockhart.

"Even if Lockhart is really as you say, you should talk to Dumbledore instead of squeezing your poor professor's precious rest time." Snape raised an eyebrow, unconvinced by Lin Mo's words.

"Sir, I promise I won't disturb your business. I just don't want to waste time on Lockhart's useless teaching, and I don't want his teaching failures to affect me."

Seeing that Snape remained unmoved, Lin Mo began to offer a bargaining chip: "If you could occasionally help me solve some problems, I'm willing to dedicate four evenings a week to helping you process herbs."

If Snape hadn't used Lin Mo as a laborer, that would have been one thing, but since he had Lin Mo handle herbs for him before, he naturally knew how much time and energy Lin Mo saved him by doing such things.

Snape remained silent.

Lin Mo continued to add weight to the argument: "Of course, if you need it, sir, I would be happy to help you grade those assignments. The grades and grading will definitely satisfy you."

Linmo brand batch processing machine, everyone who has used it says it's great.

A cold smile played on Snape's lips as he watched Lin Mo continue working for him, his expression that of a capitalist.

"As you should know, Defense Against the Dark Arts overlaps with many of your Potions classes. If you, as the Headmaster, could exempt me from taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, I would like to serve as your teaching assistant." Lin Mo offered his last condition to save Snape some trouble.

Yes, there were three weights in total, and none of them concerned giving Snape an expensive gift to achieve his goal. These three weights had only one thing in common—they could all help Snape save time and energy.

"Compared to Lockhart, the conditions Mr. Lin offered are somewhat more favorable to you," Snape said expressionlessly. He genuinely didn't want to deal with this little troll in front of him, but Lin Mo's words made him waver.

"As you wish, you'll attend Lockhart's class once. If he truly misleads students, I can approve your exemption from class. However, I can only teach you the important things; if you have any questions, come and ask me." Snape thought for a moment and finally made his decision.

"Thank you, sir." Lin Mo smiled happily, since he was determined to win tonight anyway.

Seeing Lin Mo's smug expression, Snape wanted to shatter Lin Mo's happiness: "Mr. Lin, since you're unwilling to leave, let's talk about how you embarrassed yourself with the idiot you're talking about."

Without answering Snape, Lin Mo glanced at the time and smiled even more broadly: "Sir, wait a moment, I'll be back in a bit."

Snape, now exasperated, began to wonder if his authority had diminished. How dare this little monster so brazenly ignore him while he was criticizing him and go off to play?

"Hold on. Whether he comes back or not is none of your business," Snape silently told himself, resisting the urge to kick open the door and drag Lin Mo back inside to hear his own thoughts after spraying venom.

The stone snake on the wooden door seems to say: I have been able to exist well until now entirely thanks to the self-control of our great Headmaster Slytherin.

Lin Mo closed the cellar door and waited outside for a short while before the house-elf appeared in front of the cellar carrying a large plate.

"Alright, just give it to me, you can go back now." Lin Mo walked over and took the plate, which felt so big it could knock out a house-elf, and said to it.

The house-elf breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to Lin Mo, and then disappeared.

Lin Mo turned around and looked at the bored stone snake sitting coiled on the wooden door. He smiled and said, "Mr. Stone Snake, could you please open the door?"

"You annoying brat, didn't you just leave? Why are you coming back in?" Stone Serpent said impatiently. "Do you know that last school year I was often accidentally injured because you upset the Dean?!"

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry." Lin Mo's tone was teasing, in a way that the stone snake couldn't understand, without a trace of apology. "How about I bring you something fun next time?"

"You said the same thing the time before last." Stone Snake didn't even bother to lift his eyelids and refused to open the door no matter what.

Are you sure you don't want to open the door?

"certainly."

"Are you sure?" Lin Mo's voice became more serious.

"What do you mean? You're even threatening a snake?! You're inhuman!" The stone snake finally understood Lin Mo's meaning.

What it really wanted to say was: Although I'm not human, you are a real dog.

But it was more in line with its heart and it held back.

"One last time, are you really not going to open the door?" Lin Mo changed from holding the plate with both hands to supporting it with only one hand, while the other hand was poised to strike.

"No! Stop right now! I'll open the door! You crazy lion, that old bastard Sorting Hat really sorted us into the wrong house!" Stone Serpent hurriedly opened the door.

Lin Mo pushed open the wooden door, and the stone snake only saw Lin Mo's smug expression. In the end, it muttered to itself, "A petty person who has achieved his goal."

Snape was sitting on the sofa, having just picked up the newspaper on the table that he hadn't finished reading, intending to take a look, and had no intention of eating at all.

Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw Lin Mo carrying a large plate as he walked in.

Author's rambling: This is ridiculous! Can anyone tell me why some people have already prepared for the course before even starting? (;´༎ຶ㉨༎ຶ`)