HP: Wizards at Hogwarts

Chapter 223 This is just a normal habit of the Potions Master.

The day after Valentine's Day.

Elaine's campus life continued smoothly.

In the morning, he went to the study group and taught the members present a few useful little spells.

Then he went outside the greenhouse and harvested some herbs in his own vegetable garden.

They then went to Hagrid's house to check on the growth of the fire dragon Nobeta, and also took a batch of materials they had picked up in the Forbidden Forest that could be used to brew potions.

After touring the castle, we first had lunch in the auditorium.

After dinner, I passed by the Duel Club and saw some fifth-grade students training inside to digest their food, so I spent an hour giving them a free lesson.

Back in his dorm, he checked the potent potion brewing in the corner of the room. The potion was finished, so he packed it away and added new ingredients to continue brewing.

Next, we went to the gathering place of the "Art Society by Black Lake" and listened to the young artists' performance for a while.

Before we knew it, it was time for dinner.

When Elaine arrived at the Great Hall, it was already filled with hungry little wizards.

The group was still chattering about what had happened yesterday.

"You have no idea how badly those dwarves tormented me yesterday! They chased me into the toilet just to sing me a love song! Thanks to them, I now have a phobia of all short people—"

"Then will you still be able to attend Professor Flitwick's classes?"

"—Shut up! Aren't you afraid of dying for saying that?!"

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Professor Lockhart all day today?"

"I heard he received over thirty greeting cards yesterday, and those dwarves cornered him in his office, making him watch them dance and listen to them sing for three whole hours. In the end, he was so disgusted he couldn't get out of bed."

"He got what he deserved!"

"By the way, did you know? I heard that Professor Snape also received a greeting card."

"Pfft, is that for real?"

"Of course it's true! I don't know who's so bold as to dare to mess with him."

"No wonder he had a dark expression all day."

Various sounds entered Elaine's ears.

He remained silent throughout, as if he weren't the culprit who had turned Hogwarts upside down yesterday with over five hundred greeting cards.

"You know what? Hermione received several greeting cards yesterday too."

Ron's voice came from behind. "I told her it was someone's prank, but she just wouldn't believe me!"

Harry adjusted his thick glasses and said slowly, "Hermione is much smarter than you. She can tell the difference between a prank and a real confession! Maybe someone really will confess to her? After all, she's first in her Ravenclaw class and very popular with boys."

Those who can enter Ravenclaw are basically young wizards who yearn for knowledge, so even though Hermione herself is not pretty, her excellent grades make her stand out a lot.

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately exclaimed, "Huh?? How is that possible? That's Hermione! I mean—well—uh—you know what I mean, right?"

"I don't understand at all."

Harry shook his head and changed the subject, "Malfoy told me he also received love letters, three in total, and none of them were pranks! Their arrogant attitude was infuriating!"

Ron said decisively, "It must have been written by those girls who want to curry favor with the Malfoy family! Otherwise, why would he be so popular with girls?"

Their conversation was brimming with arrogance and hubris, making them seem like another version of James Potter and Sirius Black.

Sirius?

Elaine suddenly thought of this person, and then he thought of the plot of the original book "Prisoner of Azkaban" more than ten years ago, when Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Potters' location to Voldemort, leading to the Potters' deaths.

Afterwards, Sirius Black came looking for him, and the two had a big fight. Peter Pettigrew faked his death and escaped, living in the Weasleys' house as Scabbers, and now he sleeps with Ron every night.

Sirius Black felt immense guilt over the whole affair and took full responsibility, resulting in his imprisonment in Azkaban, where he remains to this day.

Should we try to save her in advance?

Elaine dismissed the idea in just half a minute.

In the original story, Sirius escaped during the summer vacation, but now it's already past the middle of February, and there's not much time left. It would be pointless and unnecessary.

Besides, I don't know the location of Azkaban, so it would be time-consuming and laborious to find it.

Furthermore, Elaine has always felt that Sirius's tendency to change secret agents at the last minute and not explain the truth clearly afterward was highly undesirable, and that the current situation is entirely his own fault.

Why should I rush to help?

After dinner.

Snape suddenly approached Elaine: "Come to my office!"

Seeing his serious expression, Elaine roughly guessed the reason.

Before long, the two arrived at Snape's office.

Snape walked to the corner, lifted a large sheet, revealing a small mountain of clutter inside.

"These are all the things I could find that belonged to Lily when she was alive."

There were quite a few items, about thirty in total, including: Lily's wand, her fallen hair and nails, a stack of old diaries, two chipped quill pens, a yellowed hair tie, a neatly folded evening gown and glass slippers —

Finally, there was a fish tank that had dried up.

The items mentioned earlier were most likely left behind by Lily during her student days and treasured by Snape.

As for the last fish tank, Elaine remembered it; it had appeared in the original book as a gift from Lily to her Potions professor, Horace.

I never expected that even Snape would bring this thing here.

It seems that he has been traveling around a lot to collect these things during this period.

Elaine walked up to the pile of junk and examined it one by one.

Wow!

"You even collected her hair and nails, treating them like treasures?"

Elaine's gaze toward Snape had noticeably changed; to put it simply, he was looking at him like he was a pervert.

Snape's eye twitched slightly: "That was originally set aside for making Polyjuice Potion, but it was never used in the end."

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"Oh—that's a good answer!"

"Luckily you're a wizard, and a potions master at that, otherwise it would be really hard to explain this away."

Snape forcibly suppressed the urge to hit him and asked, "Is this enough?"

"It's barely passable."

"The memories that can be extracted from the wand, hair, and nails should be quite substantial, but it's hard to say about the others."

"Are there no more items?"

Snape said, "In fact, there are many more, but they are all kept in the house where she lived."

"I think it would be better to carry out the operation there next."