Chapter 374: Snape's help

A large green shadow blocked the two in front of them.
Snape turned towards Malfoy with his wax-yellow face, and his dull face made others think he was seriously ill.
Those black eyes, like black holes, sucked up all the light around them.
"Come with me." Snape repeated to him facelessly, without any extra explanation, like a command, tough and not to be refused.
Watching Pansy hold his arm tightly, he was worried.
"Miss Parkinson, you don't use it anymore, and you don't have to worry, I just chat with Draco." Snape seemed to see through the girl's thoughts and explained.
Then he turned around, his hands behind his back, and he walked forward with a vague face, not worried that Malfoy would not keep up with his footsteps.
"We have a chance to chat, I will not disappear now, you go to eat first." Malfoy whispered a few words in Pansy's ear, comforted, rubbed her short hair, and then followed closely Behind the man with a shadow.
Snape touched a portrait with his wand. It was a soldier holding a golden round shield. The shield was lifted to reveal a staircase.
"The Dark Lord told me. His disobedient staff may have caused you some minor troubles. I hope you haven't delayed your trip. Of course, it seems that you are late. McGonagall was going to officially announce at the morning meeting in the morning. This news, but now postponed." Snape raised his shiny wand and walked while speaking to his students in a very low voice.
"It's a little trouble." Malfoy nodded, at least making him late.
The two walked along the black steps to the basement. A humid breath filled the surroundings of the two. The air was moist and mixed with the smell of herbs and mud.
"I think it's better for the two of us to get along alone, lest it be suspicious." Malfoy lowered his voice.
"It was McGonagall told me to let you stay here. She thinks that it is better for you to reappear at night. She is convenient to tell the news to the students. It seems to have been a bit riotous just now, but even so, She is still willing to let you take her test first, maybe she thinks the question she has is very important."
"May be able to help you get more points in the exam."
Snape snorted, and it seemed to him that it was a ridiculous thing to worry about the exam.
Snape found his table and sat down.
Suddenly, the long wooden table in front of Snape was hollowed out, and with a swish, a letter sprang up from the bottom of the table, drilled into Snape's hand, and then opened.
That is a newspaper.
Today’s Daily Prophet
"Look, today's newspaper, but I guess it may not be necessary." Snape pushed the newspaper over and stopped at the edge of the table.
"I don't think it is necessary." Of course Malfoy knew what was inside, and shook his head.
"Okay, now I want to talk to you about what I'm talking about, or cooperate."
"What's the matter? Professor Snape." Malfoy walked over to a somewhat decaying, but spotless bookshelf, and pulled out a book of "Higher Potion Skills" from it, and looked at it casually.
Snape took a breath.
"You need to be a "normal" student." He said slowly.
"Normal? Am I not normal enough now? Professor Snape, or what you said is normal is to make me take less points on the test paper? Become mediocre?" Malfoy inserted the book back into the bookshelf, looked up, and looked intently. The unavoidable stared at Snape and teased.
"Does the Dark Lord mean?" Malfoy added.
"You don't have to be stupid." Snape's tone was indifferent, meaning something.
"Well, I have to say, my mother is very brave." Malfoy sighed suddenly, and seemed to know what had happened.
"Nasisha begged me for a long time. She didn't want you to take risks again. I considered her friendship with your father before I promised her. I'll help you with the Dark Lord and share some information with you." Snape was cold. Say.
The normal just mentioned is obviously normal in real meaning.
Instead of pretending to be "normal", wandering on the edge of danger to spy on intelligence.
"What good is that for you? Professor Snape, I don't remember you being a helpful person, and also risking defying the Dark Lord's orders."
"Your parents will owe me a favor, which may be of some use in the future." Snape became impatient gradually, and the tone became more and more gloomy, as if saying such words was against his own character.
"Human feelings? What's the use of human feelings, Professor Snape?" Malfoy asked in a cross-reference.
Snape fell silent.
"But I am also more relaxed. Professor, if you don't mind a little tired, I don't have any other opinions." It seemed that he felt a little aggressive, and Malfoy eased his questioning tone.
Moving his fingertips, he put the copy aside, and the copy of the Daily Prophet that he had little interest in was taken over.
I have probably written some stories about him above, briefly summarized.
It was as if he had been put in the Muggle's maximum power washing machine and washed again with countless bleach.
Of course, this is the way Muggles describe it~EbookFREE.me~ Using wizards, it should be "clean up"
"Okay, I should go."
With ten glances at a glance, after reading the report about himself, Malfoy had no consciousness of being helped, and turned and left.
Snape stared at his back, recalling how Narcissa begged him.
"Severus, I beg you, Draco will definitely be closely monitored at school, and if it is found again, I'm afraid of him..." Narcissa's haggard expression flashed from Snape's mind.
He might have a "soft heart", but Snape didn't want to deny it.
Because there is no point in deceiving yourself.
Maybe she really remembered her.
What they have in common-they are all mothers.