The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 95 The Silent Witch and Snape (Part 2)

"Ah, but..." Loy was at a loss for what to do after hearing Snape's reply. She had originally planned to give Professor Snape some memories by giving him a gift.

However, it seems that the magic array props I made have failed and are not very useful.

Even that didn't sway Professor Snape, and this dragon blood even cost Roy over twenty Galleons! That's almost half a month's salary for her!

"But?" Snape sneered, as if he understood something, and said, "Miss Hamilton, you wouldn't be trying to give me a gift."

"Let me help you?"

"Haha—" Roy let out a slightly embarrassed laugh, poking her finger, not expecting Professor Snape to be so perceptive.

"Yes, yes." Finally, under Snape's scrutinizing gaze, Loira felt she couldn't hide it any longer: "I—I want to borrow your—your memories."

"Because of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class—"

"That's impossible." Snape scoffed, scrutinizing Roy from head to toe with his cold gaze before continuing, "And since you're handling your Defense Against the Dark Arts class like this..."

"Why not resign to Dumbledore?"

Me—I want to too! Do you think I don't want to?

Roy's lowered face was full of regret.

If I had known, I would have applied for a job as a cleaner at Hogwarts or even a kitchen worker—anything would be better than being a professor, right?

At least it's better than being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

"Alright, that's enough." Snape shook his head and said, "Miss Hamilton, if you don't mind, I have other matters to attend to—..."

Although he said that, he still put his hand on the door and tried to close it.

He glanced with a hint of sarcasm at the trembling girl in front of him, her head bowed, before looking at the expensive "trash."

"Um?"

Suddenly, Roy heard Snape make a questioning sound. She carefully looked up and found him staring at the necklace on her hand.

"Huh?" Roy lowered his head slightly, looking at the necklace emitting a pale green light. "Tomorrow—it's going to rain tomorrow...?"

"Lily?" Snape murmured suddenly, looking at the necklace on Roy's hand and pursing his lips.

"Ah—it really is a lily," Loira replied softly. "I think this flower is quite pretty."

Roy, who suffers from some decision-making difficulties, considered several designs when making the necklace, but ultimately chose the lily. The reason was simple: it was the result of her castingration.

"you-"

Seemingly because of Roy's answer, Snape frowned sharply. He took a deep breath and shook his head in Roy's somewhat frightened gaze.

"Why did it turn green?"

"Because—because it's going to rain tomorrow—" Loira paused, looking at Snape with some surprise. Didn't he just say he wasn't interested?

But it's good that she's interested! That means there's still a chance to achieve her goal! As long as Professor Snape accepts her gift... So Loira immediately continued, "And then—and then the snow will turn blue."

"I don't care what color it turns on a snowy day."

"Uh! Sorry—sorry!" Roy, who didn't know what he had done to offend Snape again, quickly lowered his head and apologized.

Was it because Professor Snape disliked blue? Or did he dislike snow? Rain is definitely much more annoying than snow...

With his head down, Roy was completely unaware that Snape was staring intently at the lily necklace that emitted a faint green glow.

"Ha." He suddenly chuckled coldly, then released his grip on the door. "Miss Hamilton, your necklace might still be of some use to me."

"Huh? Oh?" ​​Roy looked up in surprise and said instinctively, "Aren't you buying the Daily Prophet anymore?"

"—" Snape's lips twitched slightly: "The Daily Prophet isn't just a weather newspaper."

That's because—

"And Miss Hamilton, if you can't control your mouth, I don't mind keeping it safe for you."

"I'm sorry, I won't say that again." Realizing that she had said the wrong thing again because she was happy, Roy quickly lowered her head and said, "The necklace... the necklace is for you."

Snape snorted and flicked his wand, the necklace slowly floating into his hand, and then he placed his hand on the door again.

He wouldn't just take my gift for nothing, would he?!

His movement startled Roy, who quickly looked up and said, "Professor Snape and that—"

That memory...

"Ah—thank you for reminding me." Snape said coldly, as if he had truly forgotten. "As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you need my memories of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, don't you?"

"Ah—it seems like that's how it is—" I feel like I'm being a bit too incompetent—Roy said guiltily, lowering his head and whispering, "Is it—is it okay?"

"Of course—I can." Snape proclaimed, as if he wanted to pronounce each letter aloud: "I'd be happy to assist our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

He really, really wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Roy had actually asked Dumbledore about it a few days ago; she wanted to switch jobs with Professor Snape.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore simply smiled and steered the conversation elsewhere.

I'm sorry, Professor Snape, wait until next year. After I see Lord Grindelwald next year, I won't be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts anymore. But I really can't help it this year—

Blame Dumbledore! It's all his fault for making me the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! I could do anything!

Roy could only keep his head down and speak ill of Dumbledore, as if that would lessen the sarcasm and coldness in Snape's words.

However, it was clearly a drop in the ocean, and Snape's cold laugh still made her shudder.

Looking at the silent girl with her head down, Snape pondered for a few seconds and then slowly said, "Miss Hamilton, tomorrow night, at the same time."

"Okay—thank you."

"Bang!"

"Remember!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was startled by the sudden sound of the door closing. Roy instinctively took a few steps back and tripped over the statue that had fallen earlier.

Hearing the noisy sounds coming from outside the door again, Snape snorted and slammed the door shut with his wand.

Then he thoughtfully opened his left hand, looking at the lily necklace that was faintly emitting a green light.

"Lily (lily) —." he murmured, then tightened his grip on the necklace slightly.