Science and magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 173 Crazy
The horror in the professor's words even gave Kyle faint goosebumps.

What kind of hatred is this that can make him do such crazy things?

Kyle has always believed that the professor is a typical Slytherin.

Indifferent, forbearing, always waiting for the fatal blow to Voldemort.

But at this moment, Kyle suddenly realized that those were all just illusions he saw.

The real professor has already gone crazy.

On the night Lily died, on the night Harry lost his parents, the professor had been burned out by his inner despair, and died with Lily.

The one who survived was just a walking corpse who was full of madness in his heart, but suppressed himself all the time, just waiting for Voldemort to be wiped out.

Is Lupine poor?

Pitiful.

He was bitten by a werewolf before entering school, and had to wander alone in the magic world for more than ten years.

But he was lucky, fate made him meet James and Sirius when he was a student.

And I believe that it won't be long before he can reunite with his best friend.

Is Sirius poor?

Pitiful.

He was born in a wealthy family, but his family was almost ruined.

Relatives and friends were almost killed and injured.

Trapped in Azkaban for twelve years, suffered a lot.

But he also deserves no sympathy.

Everything he suffered was his own choice.

What's more, he still has Lupine who can report to the regiment to keep warm.

Is Harry poor?

Pitiful.

He lost his parents at birth and was abused for 11 years at his aunt's house as a house-elf.

But at least he still has a godfather who really cares about him, a good friend, and a Hagrid who cares about him.

Even if it was Dumbledore, even if his methods were a little more ruthless, he couldn't deny his concern for Harry.

But what about the professor?What did the professor do wrong?
If someone asked the professor when he was a teenager, do you believe in light?
The professor's answer must be yes.

Because that beam of light was Lily Evans.

But when he experienced the warmth and coldness of the world and tried everything, he only got Lily's death.

There is only darkness left in the professor's life.

Boundless, painful, and hopelessly dark.

The darkness that cannot be escaped and cannot be redeemed by others.

The afterglow of the setting sun that came in from the terrace lazily fell on the two of them.

Kyle couldn't feel any warmth.

It is because of the faintly visible cruelty of the magic world hidden behind the professor's tragic experience.

It was also because of the coldness of the professor that could not be ignored.

Kyle hesitated, not knowing how to speak.

On the contrary, the professor came out of that madness very quickly.

In other words, just like in the past, he once again hid the madness that had always haunted him in his heart.

Looking at Kyle with cold eyes, he opened his mouth without a trace of emotion:

"Mr. Kyle Shafik, why do you suddenly care about that traitor?"

Silent, Kyle did not mention his promise to Sirius, but just brought it lightly:

"Nothing, just curious."

Even ghosts can't fool these words, but the professor didn't mean to delve into it at all.

It seems that Black's old house, this unusual environment for him, made him completely let go of his disguise.

Originally, I could occasionally feel a trace of friendliness and gentleness on weekdays, but now it completely disappeared.

There is no more nonsense, the professor coldly asked the purpose of this trip:
"Now that it's your place, you can tell me everything about the resurrection potion."

Outside the terrace is a happy and warm scene.

On the balcony, however, was a dead professor.

Xi Yang tried hard to reach Yu Hui towards the professor, but at this moment, the man completely hid himself in the shadows.

One side is golden and warm, and seems to gather all the beauty in the world, while the shadow where the professor is is only dark and cool.

This feeling of unusual discord even gave Kyle a strange sense of detachment, as if standing at the junction of hell and heaven, with hope on one side and sinking on the other.

Slightly shaking his mind, Kyle held back the thoughts in his heart, and Kyle told him about the tragic thing that Regulus did.

The tone is straightforward, without gorgeous words, and without the ups and downs of a legendary story.

Just bland, telling the story of Regulus' short life.

Telling that he joined Slytherin, telling that he joined the Death Eaters, telling that he discovered the truth about Voldemort, and then bravely challenged him.

When the story is over, the professor's feedback is equally flat.

"So, is this the ultimate secret of Voldemort, Horcruxes?"

Regulus' experience as a lone hero did not attract any sympathy from the professor.

Kyle was not surprised by this.

Compared with the professor's experience, perhaps only the final death can make this man who has gone through hardships feel such a wave in his heart.

So Kyle just nodded.

"Kreacher."

The house elf who heard the call appeared behind the two with a snap.

"Master, is there anything Kreacher needs to do?"

While speaking, he looked at the professor warily.

The old guy obviously still remembered the professor's murderous look when he was in Hogsmeade just now.

"Go get the locket, the real locket that Regulus stole."

"Ok."

Kreacher left the terrace in response, and soon returned here with Voldemort's Horcrux in both hands.

Kyle didn't take the Horcrux, but signaled Kreacher to give it to the professor.

The professor was not polite either, and directly grabbed the exquisite but smoldering accessory and started to size it up.

Almost as soon as he grabbed the pendant box, the professor performed Occlumency, and his eyes became blank.

This is his resistance to the bewitchment of the Horcrux.

Instructing Kreacher to prepare some refreshments, Kyle stood quietly aside, waiting for the professor's investigation.

The professor put all his attention on the Horcrux, and after only looking at it for a while, he put the pendant box on the table next to him, took out his wand, and continuously released magic.

Spells of detection, spells of destruction, and even the Imperius Curse kept flashing across the professor's wand.

But without exception, none of them worked.

"It's useless, Professor, I've tried it, and almost all the spells don't work."

"But if you want to destroy the Horcrux, the Fire Curse should be useful."

"I used the Fierce Fire Curse once, and the moment the flames approached the Horcrux, this thing had a huge reaction..."

"stop!"

Kyle grabbed the Horcrux on the table and looked at the professor helplessly.

Because on the tip of the professor's staff, a black fire light has already appeared, and his eyes never leave the pendant box, staring at it covetously.

Shaking his head helplessly, Kyle didn't expect the professor's reaction to be so big:
"Now is not the time to destroy him. Didn't I discuss it with you before? I hope to revive him and control him."

It's a pity that Snape didn't listen to Kyle's words at all, and answered without thinking:

"It's impossible, it can't be done at all, you should give up!"

While talking, the professor looked at the Horcrux with a malicious face, and gave his own suggestion:
"It's better to let me burn it with a fire. The loss of a soul will make the Dark Lord weaker."

Kyle looked at him with black lines all over his face. The professor's words were true, and even ghosts couldn't fool him.

Helpless, he could only take out that set again, persuading the rhetoric of the portraits of Black:
"Professor, I think you should think again."

"Think about it, if you succeed, you can use Voldemort's Horcrux as a flamboyant elf."

"Thinking of it this way, is it more meaningful than destroying it directly?"

"House-elf? How dare you!"

Although he said sarcastic words, the professor began to think seriously.

It's been a while since I've talked to the professor about it, but Kyle can guarantee that this is the first time the professor has seriously thought about the feasibility of this plan.

At this time, Kreacher had already returned to the terrace with the dinner plate.

After signaling him to put the plate on the table, Kyle sat gently on the chair.

While picking up the pastries, condolences to my hungry stomach.While waiting for the professor to think.

Although it was such a serious moment, Kyle still couldn't help sighing that he really couldn't appreciate the authentic British food for dinner.

The professor, on the other hand, has been seriously thinking about the feasibility of the plan.

From time to time, he muttered something to himself, and kept gesticulating with the wand in his hand.

This kind of thinking will not be able to produce results in a short while, so Kyle didn't bother him, but just took out his book and sat aside to read it.

It wasn't until the setting sun fell below the horizon little by little, and the dim street lights lit up on the square, that Kyle finally couldn't bear it, and interrupted the professor's thinking:

"Professor, since you've come to the old house, why don't you communicate with the portraits of Black? After all, they have been researching the resurrection potion for a while, and I believe they already have some ideas."

The professor who was interrupted originally had a hint of impatience on his face, but he couldn't help but nodded when he heard his suggestion.

This is not a simple subject. If he relies on himself alone, he does not know how long it will take to realize this idea.

But with the help of the Black family, those experienced old guys, this time will be greatly shortened.

Kyle played with the pendant box casually, and led the professor slowly to the basement floor, the room full of portraits.

After this period of relaxation, although the professor still had a cold face, he finally recovered his Slytherin demeanor, and actually nodded slightly to the portraits:
"Good evening, everyone."

It was Sirius who answered him.

The kind-hearted, but cruel ancestor of Black:
"Good evening, Mr Snape."

After Kyle introduced Sirius and several other Blacks who participated in the project to him, the professor chose to go straight to the point as always:

"Gentlemen, can you tell me about your current progress?"

(End of this chapter)