Chapter 220 The First Confrontation And Miscalculation
"Then, Miss Caslana, let me think about it."
Severus Snape turned around, expressionless and rolled up his sleeves, lowering his head to stand behind the little man barely over four feet in front of him, and softly said in his measured tone:
"As the first duel in Hogwarts' history, well, celebrities deserve preferential treatment, for example, deciding to add or subtract points depending on the hospital-like uniform you're wearing... is that so?"
Snape's gaze swept over Hermione and Hannah, finally landing on the innocent owl on Elena's chest. The round, plump head of the bird just blocked the color of the house marks and tie on Elena's body, which, according to the conversation she had vaguely overheard before, seemed to be mostly of Gryffindor with its golden red.
"Yes, yes, Professor Snape, you're so knowledgeable, compassionate, and extremely intelligent."
As if she hadn't heard the sarcastic tone in Snape's voice, Elena blinked quickly, trying to appear innocent and tender, silently praying for her pureblood magic to work on Snape.
Since entering the magical world, her once unprecedented persuasion has become increasingly difficult to use.
According to current records, it has only been effective once with Gellert Grindelwald, but never with Dumbledore, and it has always worked with Hagrid, although Elena suspects that part of the reason is Hagrid's subconscious preference for dangerous magical creatures.
According to Elena's understanding of Severus Snape, the difficulty of affecting the half-blood prince with the charming humanoid that comes with Meiga is roughly equivalent to that of Albus Dumbledore, a living person will never defeat a dead one. In this world, no one can replace Lily Potter's place in Snape's mind.
"Knowledgeable, compassionate, and extremely intelligent?"
Snape raised his eyebrows and his thin lips twisted into a strange smile. It was the first time in years that he had heard such comments from students.
And the strangest thing was that this young man in front of him was clearly speaking to him for the first time, but showed an uncomfortable natural familiarity, especially in those clear lake-blue eyes, there always seemed to be a disquieting trace... of compassion and respect?
"Yes... yes."
Elena boldly nodded.
The first time facing Snape's cold face up close, even knowing the kindness of the witch's heart, the psychological pressure remained really great.
No wonder the sky-drop system has always been a nightmare for lovers. In addition to the famous Westmark effect, it is purely because of the facial value, compared to the rough-looking James Potter under the sun, the melancholic literary fandom of Professor Snape was overwhelmingly superior, not to mention that Harry and his father were still scoundrels and rich.
Snape stared at Elena's face like a probe, raised his eyebrows and sneered. "So, in Miss Caslana's opinion, the previous way was commendable?"
If the atmosphere was a little tense before, now the whole audience seemed to have been subjected to a broad freezing and silence spell, and even the temperature seemed to have dropped by two or three degrees.
Looking at Snape's terrible arcane smile and the increasingly icy atmosphere around him, Elena swallowed hard, gritted her teeth, and thought to herself, no matter, let's speak first. There has to be some hope, just in case it works out.
Anyway, Professor Snape is a polite person, isn't he? He won't hit girls in public... right?
"For example... if points could be subtracted and doubled, I think that might be better."
Elena pressed the two small wings of grain reserve and lightly pricked it like with her own fingers, carefully took a small step back, and spoke tentatively:
"After all, they do often say that a portion of happiness for one person becomes two points of happiness, and a portion of pain for two people becomes half the pain."
...
There was a slightly prolonged silence.
All the students around instinctively took a breath and inevitably looked at Elena with a hero's (or martyr's) expression, worthy of challenging the presence of the Sorting Hat in front of Professor McGonagall.
You know, even Pippi would turn around when facing Professor Snape.
Severus Snape's eyes blinked, and he felt the blood vessels on his forehead seemed unable to swell. Suddenly, he understood why Dumbledore specifically reminded him to pay attention to his emotional control in the morning class.
Subtracting points fairly, doubling points?
Was the girl scared or too brave, or both? The combination of Hufflepuff's one-dimensional brain circuit and Gryffindor's extraordinary dare to die is truly a terrible existence. Fortunately, when the class was scheduled, the two houses were not placed in the same class.
"Very well."
Snape took a deep breath and averted his gaze towards the small wizards around him. His cold eyes made the students from both years tremble.
"Very well."
He said softly, straightening up and staring at the innocent white-haired witch in front of him. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a cold light appeared in his eyes as he spoke softly.
"So I hope Miss Caslana's persuasive eloquence can help you differentiate between nettle and cold water flowers. Otherwise, I don't mind inflicting two punishments at the same time. In addition to point deductions, there will also be relevant confinement and extracurricular work, for example, staying after class to peel lizard skins and prepare black beetle eyes."
"Not a big problem. I have carefully reviewed the potion book. Our first-grade potion lesson will only involve nettles. If by mistake, super-class materials are mixed into the material area, I promise to help you distinguish it in advance."
Hearing the threat known as "from Snape", Elena breathed a sigh of relief; as long as the design of Professor Snape was accepted, no matter how bad it looked, she is a very lethal and toxic otaku.
The girl tossed her hair in front of the cold potion master of the class and said with a carefree smile, "So, according to your logic, if I get extra points, can I then get double rewards accordingly?"
"Hogwarts has never had the tradition of rewarding behavior twice. As for the house that earns extra points, I will decide based on your schedule, although I believe this may not happen at all."
Snape's face hardened, and stiffly, after rolling up his sleeves, he turned around and walked straight to the class seat.
Never before had he seen such a cheeky first-year student; not even the most troublesome Weasley twins, at least when they were in front of him, were as docile as two mute protozoa.
"Do not worry, professor. You say that now because you do not know me yet. After you get to know me..."
Watching the helpless Professor Snape, Elena's hair joyfully swayed, like a little follower behind the wizard's billowing black robe.
"Elena Kaslana! Return to your seat, otherwise, you could be detained by me for the first class..."
Snape suddenly stopped, stood in place, turned around and said sharply.
Boom!
Before Snape could finish speaking, he saw the silver-haired witch behind him strike Snape on the head, and shockingly, made the potions professor stumble, nearly falling to the ground.
The reason it was said "nearly" was because just before Snape lost his balance, a small white hand accurately grabbed his arm and helped stabilize his body.
"You!"
"Ouch, that hurts. Professor, why did you stop suddenly?"
Elena raised her other hand and rubbed her flushed forehead. She pursed her lips and looked hurt.
"Do you have a question you want to ask? Ka, Si, Lan, Na, Xiao, Sister?"
Snape stood firm, took a deep breath, leaned in to look into Elena's eyes, and through gritted teeth, spat out: the dog-like plaster, Dumbledore, deliberately recruited him into the school to torture him?
"But professor, you haven't told me, which house table should I sit at?"
Elena blinked and innocently asked.
"Where to sit?" Snape frowned.
"Yes, should I go to Hufflepuff or Gryffindor?" Elena extended her hands with a distressed expression on her face. At this moment, it is undoubtedly more appropriate for Professor Snape to help me choose.
Obviously, who other than Professor Severus Snape, who fairly presided (the Head of Slytherin House), the imposing (the most fearsome potions professor of all), is more suitable to help her find a secure balance in this lethally shy field?
Snape glanced at the golden-red lion on Elena's chest, and then nervously looked at the two little girls in the distance from Elena. The reading of the book .com falling on Elena's face, a winner of the familiar life and annoying exhalation.
βHe is a malicious one.
"It seems you enjoy the feeling of wandering between houses, don't you, Miss Caslana?"
The potions professor raised an eyebrow slightly, drew his wand and pointed it at Elena. The golden-red lion twisted and suddenly turned into a silver-green snake-like pattern.
"This morning, you sit at the Slytherin House table. As the Head of Slytherin House, this little right is still something."
"Eh?"
Elena slowly lowered her head, instinctively pulling at her shirt and tie in her robe, which became in the style of the Slytherin House.
Watching the stunned Elena, the corner of Snape's lips curved satisfactorily and he said softly.
"Calm down, I will change it back before class, so you do not have to worry about Slytherin points..."
Before Snape could finish speaking, he saw the little lori glow in front of his eyes, turn around and take Hannah's hand, and run without looking back.
"Wait! Elena Caslana, come back here!"
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