When he woke up from one coma of no reason, Servis Snape found himself in a completely strange building, at the door of a completely strange classroom.
It's difficult to say how old this building was. In fact, he was afraid that all the objects in his field of vision should be replaced. The classroom opposite was bleak and dreary. The corridor behind him is a maze of endless, with portraits and photos adorning the walls. Wait—the person in the portrait moving. Is this a new invention? Is there a place like this in his school? He began to shudder and looked around.
Some—should be students, Servez guessed they were not over seventeen—are looking at him worriedly, while others seemed sign in relief. They all wear weird robes, but in different colors. Most worried students wore green robes; most relieved students wore red robes. That was strange. As far as he could see, most students wore T-shirts and jeans at this time.
There was a whisper buzzing in the air. He continued to stare at these children, and found that he could not recognize any of them; but this was normal, as today was the first day of his career. Just before he passed out somehow, he was about to walk into the classroom and start the first class of his career.
What exactly is going on? How did he get here from the original classroom?
He slowly stood up, wracking his mimd, and said nothing for the time being. A pale blond-haired boy suddenly began, "Professor? Professor Snape?"
Professor? No, he was not a professor yet. He was a teaching assistant. He had just graduated with a PHC and was allowed to stayed in school. Professor Jonathan may be late.
He opened his mouth, but the voice of an old man was ahead of him. "I'm afraid, children, Professor McGonagall will take over this class for Professor Snape."
He looked at the source of the sound. An old man with long silver hair and beard was staring at him through a pair of half-moon glasses. Behind him was a woman with curly black hair and square glasses, who looked very stern. Both of them wore the same robes as the students.
It looks like this is a place where robes are admired, Servis thought. There is no doubt that his own school, Newcastle University, did not have such a trend.
"Professor Snape is temporarily resting," the old man announced, and the woman walked into the classroom, followed the students. Servis remembered her name as McGonagall. As far as he knew, there was no one by this name in his school. This sounded like the name of some ancient god.
"Now, I think you need a physical examination, and then we'll talk." The old man said to Servis. He walked away along the corridor, and Servis followed. When the two turned the fifth or sixth turn, he no longer tried to keep track of the route.