Hogwarts i am snape

On the way to the Room of Requirement, Lily walked side-by-side with Pandora. Due to the limited width of the staircase, their shoulders were close, yet they didn't touch.

At the eighth-floor staircase landing, Lily instinctively started to climb further up, but Pandora turned and walked into the corridor.

"Is that place near the Headmaster's office?" Lily asked curiously.

Pandora shook her head, saying nothing, but continued to lead the way with light steps, exuding a confident air of leadership. Snape wisely remained silent, offering no opinions on the route.

Lily chose to follow behind Pandora, lagging back just the right amount, half a step.

Pandora led them directly to the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and his clobbered trolls on the eighth floor of the castle.

"This is it," she stopped, facing the bare wall, her voice surprisingly clear in the empty corridor.

The troll in the tapestry paused with its club mid-swing, turning its head to watch Lily. This was the first time it had seen her stop here. Lily glanced at the troll, took no action, then turned to look thoughtfully at the blank wall.

"Here? A wall?" She stood half a step to Pandora's side, tilting her head, surveying the empty wall.

Pandora didn't answer her question, simply turned her head slightly, her gaze briefly sweeping over Snape's face, a particularly beautiful curve appearing at the corner of her lips.

The smile was fleeting, so quick that Snape wondered if he'd seen it wrong.

He quickly moved from the side to stand before the blank wall, rhythmically tapping on it while thinking: Pandora was surprisingly lucid this time, a stark contrast to her usual experimental fervor. Luckily, he had never revealed the existence of the Room of Requirement to Lily.

After the silent communication with Moaning Myrtle was complete, with a soft "creak," a half-open wooden door slowly materialized on the white wall.

"Quickly, go in," Snape urged them inside, then turned and pulled the door shut.

Behind the door was a wide room, with a long table in the center laden with various instruments, surrounded by tall bookshelves filled with books. In one corner of the room was a small lounge area with two comfortable armchairs.

The door had barely closed, and Snape hadn't even had time to turn around, when a cheerful female voice rang out in the room.

"Severus, you're finally here! It's been so long since we last bathed together."

Stiffly turning his head, Snape saw Moaning Myrtle's translucent body hanging upside down from the ceiling, her silver-grey eyes blinking behind her round spectacles, a strange blush on her face.

Pandora and Lily immediately turned to look at Snape. He instantly felt as if he were drowning.

"Myrtle," he paused for two seconds before speaking, a little exasperated. "Don't say things that ruin my reputation!"

Myrtle sniffled, then reverted to her usual pathetic demeanor, tears quickly welling up in her transparent little eyes but not actually falling.

"Severus," she said tearfully, "why would you say that to me? Last time we bathed, you even said my eyes were as charming as stewed gooseberries—"

Lily's green eyes were wide, her mouth slightly agape. Pandora raised one eyebrow, her expression hovering between shock and suppressed laughter.

"Stop spouting nonsense! Last time you secretly peeked at me showering in the Prefects' Bathroom," Snape retorted, "How did that become bathing together?"

"But," Myrtle floated over to Snape, speaking in a dramatic voice, "didn't you willingly show me your body in the end?"

"Show what?" Snape felt fine beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. "You—"

"Severus," Lily interrupted him then, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, as if trying to hold something back. "I never knew you had such a peculiar habit."

"No habit!" Snape said eagerly, feeling his reputation collapsing at light speed. "Myrtle, quickly, clarify this for me!"

Seeing Snape's helplessness, Myrtle gracefully floated between the three of them and said, "I was just joking. I never bathed with Severus."

"I can't bathe anymore anyway—" She turned around, letting out a theatrical sob. "The 'lady' I witnessed bathing with Severus that day was someone else."

Snape had just relaxed at the first part, but with Myrtle's latter half-sentence, he almost slipped and fell on the spot.

"Another lady?" He couldn't help but raise his voice. "That was Mrs. Norris! The cat!"

Pandora and Lily both looked at him with pity.

"No," he staggered back two steps, his back hitting the wooden door. "That's not what I mean—I mean—"

"Pfft," Lily suddenly burst out laughing, her green eyes full of mirth. "I didn't realize you had such a good relationship with Mr. Filch's cat."

"Alright, we'll respect your choice," Pandora said, also smiling. "Even though your habit is a bit unique, we won't discriminate against you."

"Yes, Severus," Lily agreed, nodding. "That's fine, at least it's much better than your previous hobbies." She then looked around. "But there's nothing here for brewing potions."

"That's simple," Pandora said, closing her eyes and muttering.

Moments later, with a not-so-loud rumble, the Room of Requirement underwent a massive transformation:

The room expanded into the distance like unfolding space, the central experimental table widened and lengthened, and several brass cauldrons of various sizes, a set of crystal vials, and several brass scales appeared with clinks and clatter on the table. The books on the bookshelves automatically rearranged themselves, and some heavy potion tomes floated to the most prominent positions.

Lily's expression truly showed shock now. "This—this is—"

"The Room of Requirement," Pandora looked at her cheerfully. "You can ask it for what you truly need, of course, nothing too excessive."

Lily also tried closing her eyes.

After a faint sound, a beautiful washroom appeared in the corner of the laboratory. Its door was frosted glass, etched with lily patterns.

In the room's original lounge area, Snape noticed an extra soft chintz armchair.

Pandora walked curiously toward the washroom, pulling the door open for a quick look. Myrtle peered in behind her.

"Nice, isn't it?" Lily said to her.

"Very good," Pandora closed the door, nodding. "This way we can stay here longer. Why didn't I think of that before?"

"Although it's a bit too bright and tidy," Myrtle commented, "I still like it."

After the Room of Requirement was expanded, they returned to the long table.

"Severus," Lily held out her palm to Snape. "Bring out the Muggle lab equipment, the Opaleye dragon blood, and other ingredients you bought. It's time to get to work."

"Alright," Snape said, taking out all the possible equipment and ingredients from his small bag and placing them on the table with their corresponding instructions. "Do you need me to explain how to use them?"

"No need," Lily said, looking at Pandora. "Are you interested in making a Wolfsbane Potion?"

"Of course," Pandora exchanged glances with Lily. "I don't think it's difficult. Go busy yourself, Severus."

"What?" Snape looked at them innocently. "Are you sure?"

Both nodded firmly.

Ultimately, he had no choice but to go to the lounge area himself, lie down on an armchair, pull out Tom's diary and a quill from his robes, and prepare to chat with him.

Just as he was about to put quill to paper in the diary, his peripheral vision caught sight of them trying to light a flame under a measuring flask full of water.

"Stop!" Snape quickly shouted, halting their actions, almost falling off the chair. "No, that's a measuring flask; you shouldn't heat it." He pointed to the glass instrument next to it. "Only a beaker can be heated."

"Really?" Lily asked suspiciously, pulling out the instruction manual from the table. "Oh, it does seem it's not for that."

"Sigh," Snape sighed, putting the diary back into his robes, climbing out of the chair. "I'll just give you a demonstration. Hmm, a Draught of Peace is a good choice."

This was a potion Eileen had previously asked him to make for Mrs. Weasley. Since he had time now, he might as well finish it and give it to her. Otherwise, by the time he remembered it again, the twins might already be born.

"When making the Draught of Peace, one needs to be especially careful with one's actions," Snape approached the long table, placing the mechanical scale, trays, measuring cups, and other items in front of him. "If the ingredients are added carelessly, the drinker will fall into a profound, sometimes irreversible, stupor."

"The quantity of each ingredient must match," he continued, his fingers gently caressing the brand new instruments. "These things are very helpful for precise weighing, far superior to balances."

At this moment, he seemed like a confident Potions Master; besides the hair on his head being significantly different from Professor Slughorn's, his demeanor and actions were indistinguishable.

"A moderate amount of powdered moonstone," Snape put some powder into the tray according to his experience, then precisely adjusted it with a small spoon. "To be precise, five grams."

After weighing all the necessary ingredients, Snape lit a flame under the cauldron, adding the ingredients one by one and stirring.

As the potion approached boiling, he picked up a somewhat oddly shaped instrument from the table.

"This is a bimetallic thermometer," Snape said, extending one end of the instrument into the flame. "It can measure the temperature of the flame."

"As is well known, during the making of the Draught of Peace, the temperature of the flame under the cauldron must be reduced to a specific standard when boiling," he observed the scale on the dial and adjusted the flame size with his wand. "Neither too high nor too low, and maintained for a specific period of time, before the final ingredient can be added."

"Alright," he glanced at the thermometer and stopwatch. "It's three hundred degrees Celsius, and seven minutes."

Finally, he picked up a dropper and dripped two drops of Hellebore syrup. "Use this to determine the quantity of one drop, rather than a wizard's shaky hand."

As he performed the operation, the potion emitted a faint, silvery-white steam, changing from pink to turquoise blue.

"Perfect," Snape looked at Pandora and Lily. "This is much better than the one I made in class before. We can record the optimal ingredients and process."

They stared at his completely un-magical potion-making process, dumbfounded.

"You can do it like this..." Lily murmured, biting her lower lip.

After extinguishing the flame, Snape poured the potion into a crystal vial and affixed a label to the bottle: "Simmer in a water bath for ten minutes before consumption."

"Understand?" he asked, looking brightly at his two students. "This is the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of potion brewing. Now, I want you to experiment and record the optimal process for the Wolfsbane Potion. I'll be checking later."

After further explaining the use of various instruments to them, he returned to the lounge area with his hands behind his back, comfortably leaning back in the armchair, watching them gradually get busy.

Out of concern, Snape quietly observed for a while. After noticing that they weren't making any obvious mistakes, and even Moaning Myrtle had been called over to help monitor the temperature, he finally felt at ease enough to pull out his diary.

"Hello, Riddle," he wrote, the quill making a faint scratching sound on the paper. "I had something to attend to yesterday and couldn't answer your questions, but now I finally have some free time."

"I recall you asked how I found your diary," he continued to write. "Well, I bought a second-hand copy of The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts in Diagon Alley before term started, and I found this diary inside. Perhaps its previous owner left it there."

The ink briefly spread on the paper, then vanished as if absorbed by a sponge. Moments later, Tom's elegant handwriting appeared:

"Hello, Spike. I see. It seems the diary's previous owner discarded it. Are you a student at Hogwarts? I once attended this school."

"Yes," Snape wrote casually, "I'm a fourth-year Slytherin. Which house were you in?"

"What a coincidence, I was also in Slytherin. When I wrote this diary, I was in my fifth year. Your current Headmaster—"

Tom's handwriting hadn't fully appeared before it was disrupted by Snape's question.

"Riddle," he wrote impolitely and directly, "Why do you think girls are always so difficult to understand? Can you teach me how to get along harmoniously with multiple girls? I don't know if you'll understand, but excellent people always face choices, but they are all my wings, and I don't want to choose."

The diary was silent for a while before a line of scrawled handwriting appeared.

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