I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

Following yesterday's Transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall.

Harry and Ronald once again received a dejected record of academy points.

"Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, what on earth are you going to do? It's only the second day...Why did the Sorting Hat sort you into Gryffindor?!"

When the explosive genius Seamus Finnigan ended the class, he angrily questioned both Harry and Harry.

Suddenly, the little lions, who had already been unhappy for a long time, cast dissatisfied glances.

The undisguised mockery and gloating of the Slytherin snakes around them made the little lions' dissatisfaction with Harry and Harry reach its peak.

"Haha, Harry Potter, I've wanted to tell you for a long time. You shouldn't be friends with guys like Ronald Weasley. At least, you should understand what kind of person can truly become your friend."

If Harry Potter also had a system, a voice might be heard in his mind at this moment.

【Ding! "Draco Malfoy" mocked you and asked you to form a team]

But it's a pity.

At this moment, Harry felt nothing but strong ridicule from Draco.

There was absolutely no sign that the other party was trying to be friends with me.

Harry looked ugly.

"Malfoy, I don't need your advice on who I should be friends with. Compared with these, you should take care of yourself."

Draco's face turned cold.

"Hmph, you will regret it!"

Without saying a word, Draco immediately left the Potions classroom with his two followers.

When the little wizard was almost gone, Ronald, the fellow sufferer, grabbed his hair in distress.

"God, I'm afraid Professor McGonagall will find out what happened today soon... I have a hunch that my mother will send me a yelling letter soon."

"But why... John obviously doesn't get much sleep like the rest of us, so why doesn't he look tired at all?"

Harry shook his head.

The first thing they need to consider now is to restore points to the college as soon as possible. In addition... this kind of thing must never happen again.

at the same time.

Snape was heading towards his underground apothecary room with a gloomy face, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

Accompanied by Constantine's familiar voice.

"Professor Snape, wait, Professor Snape..."

Snape frowned and looked at John, who had obviously been chasing him all the way.

"Mr. Constantine, if you feel that your performance in class is enough to redeem the points deducted by Mr. Potter and the others, I advise you to leave as soon as possible before I get angry."

John shook his head hastily.

"Professor, you misunderstood, I didn't do it for this. Harry and the others slept in class, there is no problem with your punishment."

"Then what's the matter with you?"

John looked around and said something shocking.

"Professor Snape, I want to ask you to be my teacher. I want to learn potions!"

"Walter?"

Snape looked John up and down, curved his lips with an unknown meaning, and shook his head lightly.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Constantine, I refuse!"

With that said, Snape continued walking forward without looking back, but John smiled lightly and showed no intention of giving up.

He followed the other party all the way to the door of the pharmacy room.

Snape looked back coldly.

"Mr. Constantine, has anyone ever told you that such meaningless entanglement is very impolite and can easily arouse the dissatisfaction of others?"

The meaning of threat and rejection is more obvious.

But John suddenly stretched out his hand, as if he had been prepared for it, and took out a small jar from his arms.

"Sorry, Professor Snape, but I think after reading this, you would still like me to call you teacher."

Snape looked at John who looked confident.

He reached out to take the jar, and when he saw the squirming things inside, he couldn't help but let out a soft hum of surprise.

He quickly opened the door to the pharmacy room and walked in, without any intention of closing the door.

John smiled slightly and followed naturally.

The smell in the pharmacy is not good, and even the display is a bit messy. Various bottles and cans can be seen everywhere.

"What is this?"

It was rare to hear such a question from the mouth of the majestic half-blood prince and master of potions Severus Snape.

John had a huge smile on his face.

He didn't say anything, but the meaning in his eyes was very obvious.

He wants to become a disciple!

"Haha...Constantine, don't you think that using a magical biological material that I have never seen before can make me easily agree to your request?"

Snape pushed the jar aside haughtily and disdainfully.

However.

"Professor Snape, you know me. I am an exorcist. Although I am not very powerful, I can always find things that wizards cannot find."

"And I guarantee..."

John put his hands on Snape's desk.

"Besides me, I guarantee that it will be difficult for you to find another exorcist to help you obtain these materials."

"You said in class that you can teach us how to brew the magic potion of immortality, but even you, do you believe such exaggerated words?"

John had a strong smile on his face, and it seemed that he could not see the eyes of the old bat professor in front of him who wanted to kill someone.

Gently push the jar that was pushed away by the other person and push it back in front of the other person.

"If you want to study immortality, you must at least study and understand what death is. And the closest thing to death is undoubtedly hell... Professor Snape, this thing you pushed away just now comes from In【C-level · Tomb Evil Spirit】"

"And what is contained in this bottle is the mouthpart it uses to extract the soul of life..."

Snape: "..."

However, John had no intention of stopping the output.

As an exorcist, he was using a devilishly seductive voice to slowly evoke Snape's hidden wish.

"Professor Snape, with your ability, as long as you study more demons, let alone brew a potion of immortality, even if someone close to you dies in the future, you can bring his soul back from hell and then re-create it." resurrection....."

Hear the resurrection of someone close to you.

At this moment, Snape's breathing finally became heavier: "..."

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