Chapter 398: Dark Mark is calling

On an ordinary winter day, the weather outside the house gradually became cooler.
For the sixth grade students at Hogwarts, the first class in the morning is the defense of black magic taught by Snape.
In objective evaluation, it cannot be said that he taught poorly, at most it is difficult to adapt to the difference in style.
He is more like a ruler than a teacher. He keeps giving orders, controlling and ordering endlessly.
It may be due to prejudice and rebellious psychology. Many students have not been able to adapt quickly in this subject and have made little progress.
Especially the savior classmate and his partner.
A silent mantra practiced a lot of lessons.
The effect of practicing the Silent Mantra many times before in the class was very bad, so Snape gave them a rule to continue practicing.
In addition, Snape taught them an enhanced iron armor spell, but it takes a long time to prepare, and it also uses a silent spell to cast it, which makes it more difficult.
The students naturally divided into many groups of two, starting in the vacated corner.
Pansy looked bitterly at Malfoy with some small curses, like venting his dissatisfaction, but it seemed to have little effect.
A spell was blocked lightly by him.
Otherwise it is a rebound.
"You made a noise, punish you." Malfoy smiled on his face.
Suddenly the flash was accompanied by a strange arc, hitting her arm, the girl covered her forehead, and then fell asleep dizzy.
Malfoy caught the crumbling girl and sent it to the chair by the table.
"Sleep on your stomach for a while."
Of course, this is actually his excuse, he wanted to sleep.
Malfoy is still very sleepy. Every time of the day, he wants to seize the time and quickly use the time to recover energy.
"Draco, this is just practice." Seeing Pansy stunned, Snape walked over to him and emphasized severely.
"I know, it's just that I want to take a break now, so I can only let the sparring staff take a break." Malfoy shrugged and walked back to the seat in front of the desk casually, sitting down and leaning on the seat. On, showing a tired expression.
The Silent Mantra was weakened, and his strength was also quite well controlled, just to the point of taking a nap.
As for himself, he has been quite sleepy lately.
Dealing with a group of unintelligent creatures is a very energy intensive task, especially when they are surrounded by a negative emotion.
To cope, it often consumes more energy, and it is said that chocolate also has the effect of helping sleep.
As for the other side, Snape soon began his daily targeting.
"Potter, if it wasn't for Hogwarts that corporal punishment was not allowed, I would love to sew your mouth so that you don't whisper and use your mouth to stalk and swindle."
Snape pressed his head, patrolling with long greasy black hair, and soon walked over to Harry and Ron.
Looking at it from the side, the arc of the man's eagle nose is so sharp and weird, with the tone of the bird of prey and the ironic words, it is really difficult to make people feel good.
He mocked Harry's practice with a cold tone.
Harry, who had suffered a bitterly, chose to endure. Instead of being shut down by Snape as an excuse, being patient is not a problematic choice.
Just as Snape smiled a smug smile, the man's left hand shook uncontrollably.
His eyes became extremely cold, and then he lost focus instantly.
The tall figure suddenly arched, his breathing became heavy, and he gritted his teeth as if he was enduring something.
For a moment his feet seemed to lose support.
The man realized that it was wrong and immediately put his palm on a table next to him. He didn't kneel to the ground all at once. He pulled out his wand and looked around with alertness.
Malfoy, not far away, suddenly opened his eyes and noticed Snape's abnormality for the first time.
"I'm going out now." Snape's brow furrowed, restraining his severe pain, barely making a noise
The legs began to tremble because of pain, but they were hidden in robes and could not be seen.
"I'll take you to the school hospital." Malfoy stood up and walked quickly to Snape's side, lowering his voice.
His observation ability is very keen.
Instead of being indifferent like other students. Just think that Snape is in trouble and leave temporarily.
The two left the classroom side by side. Malfoy helped Snape to climb the cold stone steps step by step. After walking to the corridor, the two did not walk to the fork in the direction of the hospital. .
On the contrary, after a few bends, the portrait hanging on the wall was torn in a blink of an eye, walking along the stone steps into another dark basement.
That's Snape's office.
The man gasped sharply, and his sweat even oozed his eagle nose.
Snape propped up to the laboratory table filled with bottles and cans, grabbing a few cups.
"Why don't I help, I can also configure painkillers."
"No." Snape's hands were trembling, and the colors in the bottles changed.
With a tremor, the professional potion teacher was so painful that he couldn't hold the cup, and his rock-solid arm lost stability for a while.
Shaking hands, hitting the ground, slamming apart
It's hard to imagine that simple pain can reach this point
The transfer effect of the Dark Mark is determined by Voldemort's mood and the distance between the marked person and him.
The pain of the heart just made Snape instantly feel that the Dark Lord had already visited Hogwarts.
That anger was the first time Snape felt it.
Violent, swift, and mixed with the most bone-bearing anger, it seems that a long time has been accumulated, and the underground magma that has been suppressed for endless years spurt out.
Snape now bare his left arm
The green dark magic mark has now turned into a heart-throbbing blood red.
Moreover, it is the appearance after the peak has disappeared
"Let me come." Malfoy frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. For a moment, he could not tell whether he was influenced by Snape's appearance, or what the omen gave to him.
After the viscous medicament turned into a clear blue ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Malfoy just poured it into this cup.
After the brief sting subsided, Snape coughed a few times.
"The Dark Lord is very angry," Snape said.
"Very." As if stressed, Snape said again, his voice hoarse.
"Okay, you can go, these things have nothing to do with you, listen to your mother." Snape said suddenly and coldly, before he realized what he seemed to say more.
"Just now, I gave you the painkiller." Malfoy stared at the man in front of him, saying one word after another.
"I can do this too. Remember, play your role as a student." Snape said coldly.
"Okay, Professor, I'm back in class." Malfoy shrugged, watching Snape's lack of sympathy, and finally the conversation broke up.
Both men's hearts were covered by a thin shadow.