Chapter 187: Disputes on the stairs

Moody's gaze stayed for a few seconds by the stairs before moving back to Snape.
"Filch is in the middle of the night, what about you? Snape ..." he hesitated, "how did you hear?"
"That doesn't matter," Snape said coldly.
"On the contrary," Moody growled, "It's very important!"
"Hum--I'm just going to my office. Is there anything wrong?" Snape snorted, and turned away.
"Wait!" Shouted Moody. "Let me see your shoes!"
Snape paused, didn't even return, and went on.
"stop!"
Moody snorted a few steps forward, stretched out his cane, and stopped Snape politely.
"What the do you want to do?" Snape turned angrily, and turned sharply, exposing his shoes on a trouser leg. "Want to see my shoes? What's so good about it? Is it still black? A magic item? "
Under Snape's trouser tube, a pair of clean boots were exposed, but the slight dirt just now was gone.
"I just couldn't find my slippers when I got off the bed. Is this a problem?" Snape asked.
Moody stared at his boots for a while, then raised his head and said, "Is there nothing else hidden in your office?"
At this time, Snape's gray face had turned into an ugly brick red, and the blood vessel on the temple jumped faster.
"Are you endless? You know I don't hide anything, Moody," he said in a low voice. "Did you not have searched my office for a long time?"
Moody's face twisted and a smile came out.
"This is the privilege of the Auror, Snape. Dumbledore asked me to closely monitor--"
"Dumbledore happens to trust me," Snape said with gritted teeth. "I don't believe he ordered you to search my office!"
"Of course Dumbledore believes you," Moody shouted. "He is a very credulous person, does he? I always think we should be given a second chance. But I--I think some stains can't be washed away. Naip. Some stains can never be washed away, you know what I mean? "
Snape suddenly did something very strange. He grabbed his left arm with his right hand, as if the arm suddenly hurt.
Moody laughed.
"Go back to sleep, Snape."
"You don't have the right to make me go anywhere!" Snape hissed, loosening his arms, seeming to be annoyed with himself, "I have the same right as you to visit this school at night!"
"Then you can just visit," Moody said, but his voice was full of threats. "I already knew that I would run into you in the dark corridor one day ... by the way, your stuff was lost ... "
Snape and Filch both looked down subconsciously, but found a piece of parchment.
Snape reached out to pick it up, and a terrible, enlightened expression slowly appeared on his face—
"Parchment is flying!"
The map staggered into the air, slipped between Snape's open fingers, flew down the stairs, and landed in Moody's hands.
"I was mistaken," Moody said calmly, "this is mine-I think it must have been lost earlier-"
But Snape's dark eyes looked at the box in Filch's arms, and at the parchment in Moody's hands-he linked these two things.
"Porter," he said softly.
He still remembers clearly-no way, it is difficult to remember! Because he found that this parchment belonged to Harry. It was the night when he bumped into Maca and Hermione face to face and "deep affection".
"What do you mean?" Moody asked calmly, folding the map into his pocket.
"Porter!" Snape said angrily, and he suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the spot where Moody had just stared. "That box is Potter's, and that parchment is also Potter. Yes, I've seen it before, I recognize it! Potter is here! Potter, wearing his invisibility suit! "
Snape opened his hands like a blind man and walked up the stairs.
"There's nothing there, Snape!" Moody shouted, "but I'd like to tell the principal that you doubt Harry Potter every time you move!"
"What do you mean?" Snape turned to look at Moody again, his hands still open, but his motion slowed down.
"I mean, Dumbledore was interested in knowing who the bad boy was!" Moody limped a few steps towards the stairs, "And, Snape, I ... interested……"
The light of the torch passed over his twisted and broken face, making those scars and the big holes in his nose appear deeper and more gloomy than ever.
Snape looked down at Moody and frowned.
For a while, no one moved, no one spoke ... Then Snape slowly put his hands down.
"I just think," Snape seemed to be trying to calm his tone, "if Porter is hanging around in the middle of the night ... this is a regrettable bad habit ... he should be stopped. To-for his own safety. "
"Ah, I see," Moody said softly. "You put Potter's interests in your mind, don't you?"
A moment of silence.
Snape and Moody were still staring at each other, Mrs. Lorris yelled, and still probed at Filch's leg, as if she was sniffing something.
"It's time for me to go to my office ... and potions are waiting for me," Snape said suddenly.
"You only have the best idea tonight." Moody said, "Well, Filch, can you give me that box—"
"No!" Filch said, holding the golden egg firmly, just like holding his biological son, "Professor Moody, this is evidence that Pippi stole something!"
"This is what he stole from a warrior, that warrior's stuff." Moody said, "Come here."
Snape walked downstairs without a word, walked past Moody, and headed for the basement. Filch pouted at Mrs. Lorris, and the cat stared blankly for a few seconds before turning and following the owner.
Filch handed the box to Moody, and whispered to Mrs. Lolise as she left: "It's okay, dear ... we went to Dumbledore early in the morning ... tell him Pippi did it Good thing ... "
Before long, a door banged and it seemed to be closed.
Until then, Moody put his cane on the bottom of the stairs, and labored to climb up the stairs, walking towards the seemingly empty edge of the stairs. Every time he took a step, he made a hollow voice: 噔 ... 噔 ... 噔.
"It's dangerous enough, Potter," he whispered.
...
On the other side, Snape's office.
"boom!"
The door of the office was pushed open violently and closed, and the oil lamp in the room was lit.
"Is anyone here today?" Snape wasn't surprised at all by Maca sitting behind the desk, he asked with annoyance.
"Come here, tonight." Maca straightened back against the back of her chair, calmly.
"That's fine--" Snape didn't ask for details about Little Barty, he just said impatiently and sat down on the single sofa next to him. "You can go back to sleep."
"I'm afraid that won't work," Maca shrugged. "There is a potion in it, I'm afraid I can't go until it's stable ..."
"I'm almost going to be your private refining room here ..." Snape said clearly, but he didn't mean to drive Maca away.
Since Marka returned from Voldemort's lap, his relationship with Snape has obviously gotten a lot closer. Now, if Maca wants to make some potions or do some research, she often comes to Snape to bother.
But Ke Ma Ka knew vaguely that the biggest reason why Snape had recognized him was probably not this relationship.
As for why ... To be honest, he hasn't figured it out yet!
"McLean ..."
"what?"
Snape called Maca abruptly, but before the subject was out, he shook his head slightly.
"... No, nothing."
Although Maca was a bit inexplicable, he did not continue to ask-if Snape did not want to say, he asked for nothing. It's better to save some energy, and when the other party feels it's time to say it, they will naturally say it.
At least, Snape had no conflict of interest with himself, and he didn't have to worry about what the other party would think about him.
After that, Maca and Snape talked about some potion problems casually. It was only when the sky was shining that he covered the crucible and went out of Snape's office.
For Maca ~ EbookFREE.me ~ staying up late is almost a routine thing. He usually takes a nap the next morning and then moves on to something else.
But today, he did not do so.
As the date of the second project approached day by day, he had to hurry up all the time to deal with all kinds of things.
The plan has begun slowly, and progress in all areas is stable. At such a critical moment, he didn't want to lose the chain because he didn't notice in some places.
"When things are resolved, be sure to take a break ..."
As he said, he took out a bottle of potion and poured it up.
"Woohoo!" He shook his head, his once sleepy face glowed again, and his eyes returned to light again.
"The formula is really good this time. You can try to push it to the market ..." Maca pondered the empty bottle, then nodded, "Since there is a gallbladder in the formula, call it "Rainbow Elixir" ... Anyway, the bicorne looks like a bull ... "