HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 43 Zhang Yi, Stimulated

The stiff, lifeless body in Snape's arms instantly transformed back into human form upon hearing the words "potion."

"Professor..." Landric shrank back, blinking his big eyes at Snape.

"What? Mr. Rozier's injury is quite miraculous, it's all healed now," Snape, clearly enraged, was completely unmoved by this.

I'm not in trouble.

Rand didn't dare to say a word. Laughable! At a time like this, anyone who dared to speak would be doomed.

Snape carried Landric all the way back to the basement.

He tossed Landric onto the bed and went off to brew his potion.

Hmph, what a hypocrite. He even used a buffer spell when he threw him onto the bed. He just doesn't believe Snape would really be so heartless as to punish him.

Putting everything else aside, among the living, he could probably rank second in Snape's heart, right? Maybe.

Landric sat calmly on the small bed, watching Snape move the materials with elegant and fluid movements.

Yes, that's a kind of enjoyment too.

Snape had already noticed the look Landric was giving him, but he didn't hold back at all.

Pick up the little wriggling thing next to you, and with a swift stroke, add it in.

Landric's expression changed, and he jumped out of bed, trying to run outside.

The slugs kept being added until they got boring.

Just then, Snape's potion was almost ready. He raised his wand and waved it, slamming the door shut.

"professor…"

Landric was really panicking this time.

"Shut up and get back to bed!"

Landric remained still.

Snape wasn't going to tolerate Landric at this point. With a wave of his wand, Landric floated up from the ground and landed on the small bed.

As Snape drew closer, Landric's temper grew increasingly volatile.

Landric frowned as he looked at Snape until the potion was brought to him.

He doesn't need to drink these awful-tasting potions!

Snape still held the potion steadily in front of Landric, who gradually became incredulous.

Why give him this? Snape already knows he was faking it, so he should know his body is perfectly fine. Why give him a potion laced with snot worms?!

Snape selectively ignored Landric's struggles and even began to impatiently want to take matters into his own hands and force-feed Landric. He was determined to teach Landric a lesson.

The moment Snape grabbed Landric, Landric struggled violently.

He clenched his teeth, determined not to let a single drop of the potion get into his mouth.

But Snape didn't back down at this point. He was determined to make Landric understand that playing with one's own safety would come at a price.

The movements between the two became increasingly intense, and Landric's heart suddenly skipped a beat as he watched Snape hold him tightly.

His vision grew increasingly blurry, and in a daze, it seemed that some things he had deliberately forgotten reappeared before his eyes.

Was he ever held down like this and forced to take medicine before?

Landric suddenly froze, his eyes glazed over.

elder brother?

Bro…forestry?! Why?

What you wanted... I clearly gave it to you, didn't I?

Why...why give me away to someone else...?

Landric's body began to tremble involuntarily, and Snape finally realized that something was wrong.

What's wrong? Are you afraid to drink potions? I've always disliked them, but never to this extent.

Could it be because of the slug? He actually secretly replaced that one.

Snape hugged Landric and forcibly turned Landric's face toward himself.

My heart skipped a beat; my reaction was wrong!

Landric's pupils dilated, unable to focus on Snape's face, and his body was still trembling slightly.

broken!

Snape reached out anxiously to touch Landric's face, but Landric's eyes widened suddenly and he struggled violently.

His voice was almost out of control, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and broken sobs escaped from between his teeth.

"Landrico!"

Landric couldn't hear Snape's voice; he was completely bewitched.

She struggled with all her might to break free from Snape's embrace, and sat helplessly on the ground, frantically searching her body for her wand.

Almost the instant he found the wand, attacks came one after another towards Snape.

Snape carefully avoided Landric's spell, trying to slowly approach him.

Landric calmed down quickly, and after releasing the first few spells, his senses began to return slowly.

Landric looked at Snape, who was approaching him.

"Snap"

Snape's hands were pried open.

"Don't touch me, thank you."

Snape froze, paused for two seconds, and then withdrew his hand.

The boy sat on the ground, his short, wet hair hanging down his forehead, obscuring his startling features. His pure white shirt was slightly damp with cold sweat.

When Snape met Landric's cold eyes, his breath hitched.

He watched Landric quietly as he slowly calmed down, his mouth opened but he didn't ask a question.

Landric didn't pay attention to any of this. As his strength gradually returned, he stood up from the ground.

Ignoring Snape's gesture of trying to help him up, Landric subtly avoided Snape.

destroyed.

Snape's mind was filled with the word "3D," and he frantically tried to grab Landric.

Landric, however, did not comply with his wishes. "Professor, it's already very late..."

Snape understood what he meant; he should go back…

The difference in status between the two was immediately apparent.

Snape's initial rage was immediately dampened, and he quickly retorted, "You're angry? What right do you have to be angry? Isn't it your fault?"

Wow, that's a quick reaction.

"Professor, I don't like being forced to do things I don't want to do, thank you."

A extinguished fire was reignited by a single sentence.

"Don't like it? What a fine way to say 'don't like it'! Yes, you like to put yourself in danger, you like to save lives, you like to rescue people! You like to disregard your own life!!!"

Landric watched Snape's rage with indifference, without uttering a word, as if these things were not happening to him.

This gesture only made Snape angrier.

"You...can get out!"

Upon receiving the order, Landric immediately turned and left, trying to pull the door open before exiting Snape's office.

He instantly turned pale. Who was he to him? What right did he have to care about him?

Landric disdains Snape's actions.

Do you really think you didn't see anything and know nothing?

Landric followed closely back to his dormitory.

Maybe he's just being dramatic. He doesn't need subpar care, he doesn't like being forced, and he certainly doesn't want anyone trying to lecture him under the guise of doing what's best for him... even if that person means well...