Hogwarts, where the stars shine

The next night, Mesa emerged from the common room carrying two pieces of parchment.On one piece of paper is the student organization application form, and on the other is the membership list.

Gascoigne and Gemma Farley had sorted it out overnight, and their eyes were still bloodshot when they handed the parchment to Mesa.

Standing in front of Snape's office door, Mesa raised his hand and knocked on the door. After getting Snape's permission, he opened the door and walked into the office.

It was a dark room, and Professor Snape seemed to enjoy the style.There are hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, slimy animal and plant specimens floating in colorful potions, and a cabinet in the corner is filled with medicinal materials.

"What's the matter?" Professor Snape walked to the light and silently pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

Mesa went over and sat down, and Snape also sat down, staring at Mesa unblinkingly with his deep black eyes.Strangely, Snape had a look of exhaustion on his face.

"Say something quickly," Snape said. "I just hope you didn't mess up the potion."

When Professor Snape taught alone, he would stare at every step of Mesa's operations at the beginning, but now that he has turned on the free-range mode, he doesn't need to stare all the time, but only occasionally takes a look.

"Professor, this is the student organization application form. Please take a look at it." Mesa said while placing two pieces of parchment on the table.

Snape's eyes narrowed and he stared at Mesa for a moment before picking up the application form.He said: "Study support group? Are you planning to get a few students to get together and read the text aloud?"

It seemed that Snape couldn't open his mouth without hurting others or saying a few harsh words.

If he wanted to hear kind words from Snape, Mesa felt that only two people could do it.

"Or do you plan to train an army of wizards who are good at fighting?" Snape continued, "If that's the case, I advise you to save your efforts. You might as well spend some money to hire people in Knockturn Alley. .”

With that said, Snape put down the application form and picked up another member list.

Mesa made no rebuttal because what Snape said made sense.The dark wizards in Knockturn Alley are experienced, and some of them have participated in the wizarding war started by Voldemort.

"Paul Gascoigne, Gemma Farley..." Snape read out the names of the members one by one. "Did you join them, or did they choose to join you?"

Snape's eyes flashed with disdain, and he continued: "What are they called? By the way, they call themselves runes and want to eliminate bloodline discrimination among wizards."

"Sir seems to know the runes very well," Mesa asked, "Was it when you were a student?"

"Answer my question first, Black. Did you join them, or did they choose to turn to you?"

Every time he heard Snape say his last name and hear him say the word "Black", Mesa felt like he said it through his lower molars.The feeling was extremely strong, as if he had some deep grudge against a certain Black.

"Cooperating and exploiting relationships, sir," Mesa said. "On the surface, I joined them, but in fact, I wanted to take advantage of them."

Snape glanced at them and said: "You chose to join them because of Paul Gascoigne and Gemma Farley. Apart from these two people, I really don't see any value in using them. "

"It's not all because of the two of them." Mesa said, "I also want to use these people to send a signal - conflicts are not irreconcilable. There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."

Snape looked at Mesa for a moment, running his fingers over his mouth, then spoke slowly, as if considering each word.

He said: "More than that, you also want to recruit some ambitious people and let them be used by you."

"I can't hide anything from you, sir." Mesa adjusted his sitting posture to make himself look more relaxed, instead of being so nervous that he wanted to run away from the door.

"There was a person who did this once. I think you know who I'm talking about." Snape continued, "I don't want to see the academy become a mess. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, sir." Mesa was really relaxed this time, and Snape's words meant that he agreed.

But there is a prerequisite for getting Snape's approval.Runes can come to the front desk, but Mesa cannot teach them black magic, let alone do any magic-related experiments with students.

Mesa can have fun in Slytherin House, but he must not go out of his way.

Even if Snape didn't say this, Mesa knew it in his heart. If he made too much noise, Snape wouldn't be able to protect himself.

"Very good, it seems that your brain has finally left the ranks of trolls..."

"Sir, can't you not use 'troll'?" Mesa said dissatisfied, "I'm tired of hearing the word troll."

"Don't interrupt me, Black!" snapped Snape. "Your brain should be as good as a bucket of Flobber caterpillars now. I'm glad you did."

Mesa leaned back in his chair, telling Snape that he was talking to an ox.All species that don't seem very intelligent, Snape can put in a sentence.

"Sir, according to Muggle teachings, people like you will definitely go to hell after death." Mesa said seriously.

"Yes, according to Muggle teachings, people like you and me will be burned to death." Snape said quietly, "But we are all still alive, and even the more heinous people are still alive."

Snape picked up a quill pen and signed on the parchment. He approved the application for the formation of the student organization.Snape asked again, "What else do you need, an empty classroom?"

"Yes, sir." Mesa took the signed parchment, "It would be better if there were a bunch of soft cushions."

"There are no soft cushions in hell, Mr. Black," said Snape. "Figure it out for yourself. If you can't even do this little thing, you might as well go to the kitchen and help the house elf with the dishes."

Mesa secretly swore that sooner or later he would sew Snape's broken mouth shut!Sewn to death!

Mesa put the parchment into his robe and was supposed to leave, but did not move. Instead, he continued to ask: "Sir, you should have dealt with runes when you were a student. What were they like at that time?" ?”

Following Mesa's question, the past flashed through Snape's mind like a movie.There are some happy and some sad scenes in that picture.

"joke."

"Sir, what?"

"It's just a joke." Snape said coldly, "They chose to take a different path in Slytherin, but they did not have the ability to follow this path, and in the end they could only become the laughingstock of others. "

In those years, the "Rune Snake" was suppressed by another group of people. Whether it was Lucius Malfoy or Avery, no one took the "Rune Snake" seriously.

There was only one voice in Slytherin at that time, and that was Voldemort's voice.

Oh, and Mulciber.Snape would never forget what he had wanted to do to Mary McDonald.

Snape himself had used jokes to excuse Mulciber, but black magic was black magic and was not a bullshit joke at all.

"Sir! Sir!" Mesa knocked on the desk, trying to wake up Snape across from him - his face didn't look good, and every line on his face was engraved with disgust, disgust for himself. .

Snape came to and touched his mouth with a slender finger.He asked coldly: "Are you still studying black magic recently?"

Mesa shook his head and replied: "Not recently. During this period, I have been doing some basic exercises, waving a magic wand and so on. And I also need to learn ancient runes in advance."

To be honest, Mesa has neglected to practice black magic this year and has not read many books in this category.

Mesa does not need this kind of accumulation for the time being. What is more important to him is to lay a solid foundation and integrate the magic he has learned.

"It's okay, go ahead." Snape whispered, sounding weak.It was as if he had suddenly become seriously ill.

Mesa got up and walked to the door.Mesa looked back at Snape as he opened the door. He immersed himself in the shadows, as if the dim light could bring him comfort.