As soon as Allen walked into his office and closed the door, he stepped into a shadow with his Phoenix Anka, who was closing his eyes, and then emerged from a shadow of the Potion Classroom located in the basement of Hogwarts Castle, which was placed in the display cabinet and lights of the glass jars soaked in the wall.

This magic potion class classroom has always been colder than the main building of the castle above, and it is even more so in this winter. The sudden change in temperature has made Anka open his eyes, and it can even form a ball of white mist.

Looking at Anka squeezing into the raven feathers on his cloak, Allen spoke out, "Professor Snape, can't you set a constant thermos in your classroom?"

"Now this classroom belongs to Professor Horace Slughorn." In the dark room, Snape's cold voice came from the blackboard, and there were still the ingredients and preparation methods needed to configure the potion during the last class: "A colder environment can make it easier for stupid students to keep calm when making potions, although this seems to be of no use to those prone to hyperactivity Gryffindors."

"It makes sense, but even Professor Slughorn couldn't stand being in this classroom for a long time. He asked Dumbledore to leave Professor Mellers' previous office... To be honest, I used to prefer your class in the summer."

"Please sit down, Professor Harris."

Snape, who was a little impatient with this greeting, walked directly to his former podium, silently cast a copy-copying pair on the teacher's chair with his magic wand, and then silently picked up his bat-like black cloak, chose one at random and sat down.

After Allen sat down, in a brief silence, Snape let his arms rest on the table, leaned forward slightly, and his hands held together: "Professor Harris, I think you should know...you deserve the news?"

"I didn't expect that person to be you at first..." Allen made the same posture as Snape, leaning forward as well, and the eyes of the two people collided. "I have something I've really wanted to trouble you recently."

"Please tell me." Snape originally planned to maintain calmness, but at this time he couldn't help but feel anxious. As soon as he finished speaking, he added in a deep voice, "As long as you can get the resurrection stone, you can do anything."

Alan tapped his finger on the table, "I hope you can help me create a potion that will cause the wizard to lose the ability to move for a short period of time after taking it, but it cannot make the user lose consciousness and thinking ability, nor can it cause any damage to his body."

"Hmph, I think you can do this easily with Professor Harris's level of potion." Snape raised his eyebrows, as if he was dissatisfied with Allen's request. He turned around with his gloomy and cold eyes, and then seemed to start to worry about his tone being too resentful. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "In addition, Professor Harris, even if you don't use potions, it's not difficult to get anyone."

"You misunderstood, professor...I'm not trying to get someone..." Snape's words made Allen look embarrassed. He also noticed the problem in his words, coughed twice and handed Snape the formula of the powerful diarrhea medicine obtained from the twin brothers. "Please forgive me, professor, I haven't finished it yet. Actually, I hope you can help me make a potion that does not conflict with the functions of the potion in this formula, and that both effects work at the same time... Although thanks to your teaching, I can indeed develop this potion myself, but it's too troublesome and time-consuming. I've been nervous recently. If you can help me solve it, it would be better..."

"I didn't expect you to like doing such bad pranks, too?" Snape stared at the recipe in his hand and frowned. "It's just a small thing? If I did it for you, will you beg me for Ms. Ravenclaw to give me the resurrection stone?"

"This is just a small thing, Severus, that's the resurrection stone..." Allen pretended to remind Snape. In fact, if Luna hadn't said that she would have given him the resurrection stone after she had dealt with the God of Death, Allen actually had no intention of troubleing the former Potions Professor in front of her, but in this case, he had to find something for the other party to do so that the other party would think that he was working hard for his goal...

"I will give it to you in a few days." Seeing that he could not tell anything from Allen's expression, Snape had no other choice and slowly agreed.

At this time, in front of a arch window outside the auditorium, Ravend Brown was pulling Ron to the steps next to her. She took Ron's arm and put a very thick gold chain on Ron's neck without hesitation, "My dear Ron, Merry Christmas, keep wearing it."

"Laver, of course I will wear it." Ron held the gold chain. He wanted to smile, but the wound on his lips cracked and broke and began to flow. "Dear, don't kiss too hard... You know there is Mandela grass in my mouth..."

"This is my good mercy." Ravend smiled sweetly, and she threw herself into Ron's arms and rubbed her face against Ron's arm. "You are about to become an Animagus!"

Harry, who was pretending to see the scenery outside the castle and was waiting for his roommate to see this, quickly waved his hand to Ron: "Ron, then, I'll go back to the dormitory first."

"The love of young people is always so sticky." An old voice with a slight teasing sounded from the stairs behind them.

Harry turned around and shouted, "Principal Dumbledore..."

Ron was also a little embarrassed, trying to pull his arm out of Ravend's arms, who completely ignored the eyes of others, but he was destined to be futile, so he froze in place.

"Harry, if you have time, I hope to talk to you." Dumbledore, who had not been separated from Allen, walked to Harry, "There is still a long time before the curfew."

"Of course, professor." Harry was very happy to be able to leave Ron and Ravend for the time being. He blinked at Ron, then turned around and followed Dumbledore - and when Harry turned his head and started the third floor with Dumbledore, Ravend jumped on Ron's back, kissed Ron left and right, and began to constantly change directions and rub against Ron's shoulders.

"By the way, Harry, I heard that you and Miss Ginny Weasley have also been to Mrs. Paddiff's Teahouse. How did you spend Christmas in the Burrow? Have you stayed in the mistletoe with her?" Dumbledore, on the way upstairs, saw that Harry was a little resistant to Ron and Ravender's behavior, so he joked.

Harry was a little embarrassed to speak, and he whispered: "Uh...non't, Principal."

"By the way, Harry, when it comes to Christmas, your public lounge has also been changed. The new password is 'quit drinking'. Remember to whisper a little when you say the password to Fat Lady. She is in a bad state and looks paler than usual..."

"What's wrong with Fat Lady?"

"I was having a crazy Christmas. She and her friend Violet drank all the wine in the picture of the painting of a few drunk monks next to the corridor of the magic class classroom. It was a large bucket of five hundred years old wine..."
Chapter completed!