HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Teaching his dream class was far better than teaching potions—at least he didn't have to suffer all day long when a group of students who made stupid mistakes despite repeated reminders ruined his beloved potions.

Snape was sorting out what he was going to cover in his next class in his office, while he was distracted thinking about the performance of the students.

Needless to say, Porter's performance fell short.According to his ability to resist the Death Eaters, he shouldn't be unable to use the silent spell—Snape naturally knew that this was probably because his hostility towards him affected Potter's concentration.But when studying, as a student, you should get rid of all distracting thoughts... let alone in such a situation.

The engraved nib was lightly stained with ink.In the flickering light of the cellar, a few stray strands of hair hung down the sides of the young man's cheeks, and he frowned impatiently and brushed them away with a quill.

And Draco Malfoy... It's best to find time to talk to him as soon as possible...

knock knock knock

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.Snape came back from his thoughts, scraped the pen tip's dangling ink on the wall of the ink bottle, put down the pen and frowned, and went to the door to open it.

"Dumbledore."

The old man outside the door didn't seem to feel that it was so strange to knock on the door when the curfew was approaching, and he didn't seem to see the frown of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor when he opened the door.He smiled easily.

"Severus, I knew you were definitely up at this hour." Dumbledore lowered his hand knocking on the door, shaking his sleeves to prevent Snape from subconsciously gliding towards the withered hand.

"Come on, Severus, don't dwell on the past," he said, "and don't worry too much about the future. Enjoy a moment on the grounds of Hogwarts at a time like this." A peaceful time different from the outside world can never be a wrong choice."

Snape's impatient expression had softened when he saw Mr. Headmaster, and he couldn't help frowning again upon hearing this.He opened his mouth to say something.

The old man looked down at Snape with smiling eyes: "Then, why don't I assume that you have agreed to my invitation?" He said briskly, turning his body slightly and waiting for Snape to leave the office .

Snape gave Dumbledore a somewhat annoyed look - he had no doubt that Dumbledore would have been waiting at the door if he hadn't taken the initiative to walk out of the office - Mr. Headmaster looked gentle, but sometimes he would show Show some domineering that cannot be refused.But the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor silently obeyed the other party's wishes.

The two walked side by side for a while in the slightly cool night in early September.Snape knew that Dumbledore probably had something to tell him. After all, the two of them wandered around the Hogwarts campus together before (of course, Dumbledore was talking about exercising). The event has not been performed for a long time.

He didn't take the lead in making a sound, but turned his head from time to time to look at Dumbledore's shiny hair that was reflected by the moonlight.

The night is beautiful.

The old man's footsteps were too light for his age, so that Snape couldn't help but be dazed without bounds in such a quiet atmosphere.

Speaking of which, Dumbledore really has a very un-British thick long hair... He thought of Slughorns, who was about the same age as Dumbledore, in the shiny Mediterranean Sea, and for some reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart. Fortunately and proud.Naturally, his own hair was no different, Snape thought.

He suddenly stepped on a stone under his feet, and the different tactile sensation brought him back to his senses.Realizing how far-fetched his thoughts were, Snape couldn't help but pause in embarrassment.

Dumbledore then tilted his head: "Severus?"

"Ah."

The young man responded sullenly: "You didn't come here to enjoy the moonlight, did you, Dumbledore?"

"What's wrong?" asked Dumbledore. "Besides, I thought after all this time, you wouldn't at least think we need to be too distant to call each other names?"

Snape stopped short when he wanted to say that Dumbledore was wasting his time.He recalled that when he was in the third grade, he had struggled with calling Dumbledore, but later Dumbledore did not express any objection to the fact that he only called him by his last name, so this somewhat distant address was just that. has been preserved.

"I don't think it makes any difference," he said quietly. "A name is just a designation."

"Indeed," Dumbledore's tone seemed thoughtful, "but the address sometimes has a different meaning." He seemed to be thinking of something else, obviously not expecting Snape's answer, so the young man said Sticking to the silence.

Indeed, the Dark Lord liked to call them by their first names and even their nicknames to show their closeness... he thought, but actually he doubted everyone.

The two walked in the almost completely darkened campus, only sporadic lights were still flickering in the windows of the castle in the distance, the world was so quiet that it seemed that only they and the wind gently surrounding them were left.Such an atmosphere made Snape a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was really too distant from the old man.In fact, it is not difficult to change the other party's 'Albus', but I always feel a little weird...

His footsteps involuntarily became heavier, making the grass under his feet rustle.

"By the way," said Dumbledore, as if suddenly recalling it, as the two entered the bright lobby of Hogwarts, "I noticed you punished Harry for this Saturday's detention?"

"I'm afraid I need to occupy the boy's time this Saturday, Severus," he said, somewhat apologetically. "What do you think of moving the detention to next Saturday?"

Snape turned his attention from Dumbledore to a painting behind the old man, and nodded without objection.But his mood suddenly became unhappy - he really thought that Dumbledore just wanted to move his old bones.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go back first." Snape said, "After all, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor still needs to correct a lot... homework, it's not as easy as the headmaster."

Dumbledore smiled, not trying to guess what adjective should have been in that pause, nor did he seem to notice his professor's suddenly sarcastic tone.

"So, sweet dreams, Severus," he said in a good mood, walking briskly up the stairs that just turned around.

The black-haired man who was left behind nodded stiffly, waited for the downward stairs to turn around, and then walked back to his office.

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