Hogwarts, where the stars shine

Snape's office is also located underground in the castle, not far from the Potions classroom.

After bidding farewell to Tonks who suddenly appeared, Mesa appeared in this cold corridor and knocked on a door.

After getting Professor Snape's permission, Mesa opened the door and walked into the dean's office.Mesa was very familiar with this dimly lit office. He had been standing there for quite some time.

There were still many large glass jars on the shelves along the wall of the room, with all kinds of disgusting things floating in them. There was a fire burning in the fireplace, warm and bright.

We haven’t seen each other for half a month, and Professor Snape is still the same.His skin was sallow and his black hair was greasy, as if a good wash could kill him.

"Is something wrong?" Snape's words were concise and clear, as if to say: If you have something to say, say it quickly, and get out as soon as you have said it.If nothing happens, get out immediately.

Mesa is already used to this.If Snape was kind to him one day, Mesa would think that his end was approaching and Snape was providing him with hospice care.

After closing the office door, Mesa walked to his desk and said straight to the point: "Professor, during the Christmas vacation, someone broke into the common room in the middle of the night."

"How did you find out?" Snape said calmly.

That extremely plain tone was like someone breaking into the Slytherin dungeon at night, it was just a trivial matter.Only a freshman like Mesa, who has never seen the world, would make a fuss.

Snape's reaction was mediocre, which was what Mesa had expected.

Mesa always felt that Snape didn't have much interest in anything other than his keenness to deduct points from students, especially Gryffindor House.

Severus Snape was obviously not yet 30 years old, but he always looked like a dying old man.It was as if Snape's world had died at some point in the past.

"The fire in the common room fireplace," Mesa said, "was put out."

Then, Mesa told Snape everything about that night and his speculations.

Of course, you can't talk about sneaking into the restricted area of ​​​​the library. What if you talk about being locked up!

"Do you doubt Steele Martin?" Snape asked. He looked at Mesa, his deep eyes so calm that there was no ripple.

Leonardo da Vinci, who liked to study codes, once said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.But Snape put anti-peeping glass on his windows so that no one could see through them.

"Absolutely." Mesa's answer was ambiguous, "I just think there are some doubts about this new professor, something worthy of suspicion."

Although Professor Martin's motive could not be found, Mesa was still suspicious of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"I know about this. Is there anything else?" Snape asked, as if he was issuing an eviction order, and he seemed to be hinting at something to Mesa.

After making sure nothing was missing, Mesa said, "No more for now, Professor."

Mesa had told Snape everything that needed to be said.The rest are things that cannot be said, such as the curse on the students in the same dormitory, and the fact that Mesa sneaks into the restricted book area every night.

Snape looked up at Mesa and said softly: "That's it for now. Don't tell anyone else. Also, nothing happened during the Christmas holidays."

Forget about the invasion of the Slytherin common room and don't get involved in it in any way.This is Professor Snape's advice and a warning from the Headmaster.

"I understand, Professor." Although Mesa nodded in agreement, he had no intention of being obedient.

Mesa wants more than anyone to get through the year smoothly, with less bickering and less intrigue.But sometimes life is like this. If you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, "trouble" will come to you.

Even if Mesa casts a forgetting spell on his head today, some people and some things will still come when they are supposed to come, and he cannot escape them.

What's more, Mesa still has a bet that has not yet been completed. He has really seen enough of the self-righteousness of those Slytherins, who are naive, ridiculous, and ridiculously stupid.

Just as Mesa was about to leave the office, there was a knock on the door again. Dean Slytherin's office became lively today.

Before Snape could say permission, the door was pushed open, and a head poked into the room through the crack of the open door.

"Ah, Severus, I thought you weren't here!" Steele Martin said as he pushed the door open and walked in carelessly.

Say Martin, and Martin will arrive. Didn't we agree that Hogwarts can't apparate?

But Steele Martin today is a little different from usual. He looks depressed, as if he had discussed life with 30-year-old, 40-year-old, and 50-year-old witches last night.

"If I really wasn't in the office, you shouldn't have opened the door." Snape said coldly, not hiding his disgust towards Martin.

Even with Mesa in the office, Snape had no intention of displaying the friendship between Hogwarts teachers.

Snape's cold reception did not deter Steele Martin.

Professor Martin said hello to Mesa and walked to his desk.Then, he took out his wand, conjured an armchair, and sat down in a majestic manner.

"Why are you doing this to me, Severus?" Steele Martin said, "We have known each other for so many years, and we are considered old acquaintances. Can't we be kinder?"

Mesa looked to the left at Snape, who looked disgusted, and to the right at Martin, who was sluggish but smiling.Mesa feels like it's on the front line, and these two professors must have something in their past.

"You are you, and I am me, Martin." Snape said, "You and I only know each other by our first names, and we are not old acquaintances at all."

Martin was still smiling and carried out the shamelessness to the end.

He pretended to be angry and said: "Even if we can't be friends, we are still classmates at Hogwarts! Just because I am now the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, you can't deny me as a classmate!"

Although it was widely rumored that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was cursed, this could not stop Snape from loving the position.According to reliable gossip, Headmaster Dumbledore rejects Snape's transfer application every year.

Snape was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that Mesa was still in the office.

So, Snape waved his hand towards Mesa, telling this melon-eater to leave quickly and not stay here to be an eyesore.

The melon-eater Mesa had no choice but to leave and close the office door.But Mesa closed the door very slowly, and he took another bite of the two professors' melons.

"You and I just happened to go to Hogwarts at the same time." Snape said, his face even more frozen than the frozen surface of the Black Lake.

"It's so sad, Severus."

Steele Martin in the office put away his smile, but Mesa outside the office could not see his expression. Mesa could only hear the vague conversation between the two parties through the door.

"Then who is your classmate? Is it Lucius Malfoy who is higher than you, Mulciber, or the dead Avery?"

These were the last words Mesa heard, three familiar yet unfamiliar names.

They felt familiar because Mesa had seen them in the list of previous graduates. All three names came from Slytherin House.

The reason why he felt strange was that Mesa had only seen these three names on the page, and he did not know the specific identities of these three people.

Walking on the road leading to the auditorium, smelling the aroma of food wafting from the auditorium, Mesa felt as if he had grasped an important clue.