Severus's Terrible Luck

Snape is a professor at Hogwarts, where he teaches Potions and serves as the Head of Slytherin House; he is a wizard of exceptional ability.

However, as a professor at the school, he has a period every year that he finds incredibly irritating and difficult—that is, during July and August, when he must contact young wizards from Muggle families and persuade their parents to let him take their children away.

This comparison gives him the vibe of a great villain, and when paired with his gloomy face and deathly tone of voice, his image leans a bit toward that of a major antagonist.

Today is July 14th, a damnably sunny day; as everyone knows, bats dislike daytime activities, especially on bright, sunny days.

The acceptance letters sent by Hogwarts arrive around eight o'clock, and after receiving the magical feedback of a "receipt," the professors head to the students' homes for enrollment visits at nine o'clock; it is exactly nine now, and Snape has arrived right on time.

The Apparition process of teleportation and manifestation produces a sharp "crack" similar to a gunshot; the more proficient a wizard is with Apparition, the quieter the noise. Snape's mastery of Apparition is not bad, but he cannot yet move silently, though the sound he makes upon manifesting is not something a normal person would pay much attention to.

But just as he walked up to the door of the student's house he was visiting, braving the sun, a loud eagle cry came from overhead; he looked up instinctively and saw a falcon that had just finished a meal, its beak still stained with a few drops of blood.

Suddenly, a black object the size of a fist flew out of a second-floor window, and the moment this thing flew out, it happened!

An intensely dazzling flash of light and a high-frequency noise that exceeded the limits of human endurance blinded his eyes and deafened his ears in an instant; he is a wizard, not a superman!

He could not defend against such an abrupt attack, and he had not prepared for an ambush when he arrived; he was there to extend an enrollment invitation to a Muggle student's home, not to carry out some life-or-death mission.

There was a subtle disturbance of wind, and a nimble figure, body covered by a hooded cloak, leaped down from mid-air; the throwing knives tucked between his fingers were launched in an instant, aimed at the joints of his limbs hidden beneath the cloak.

Ezio did not intend to kill him; he needed information.

The attacker was a veteran of aerial assassinations, his movements skillful and clean, leaping from several meters high without a moment's hesitation, but just as he was about to pounce on the figure below, an accident occurred.

The black-robed figure vanished, and not far away, a familiar sharp "crack" rang out.

At the critical moment, Snape had clumsily Apparated; now blind and deaf, he hurriedly drew his wand, reached into his robes with his other hand, and downed a vial of potion.

The stinging in his eyes and the buzzing in his ears vanished, but before he could even catch his breath, a primal instinct for death lashed out at him, demanding he do something!

"Protego!"

His wand hand jerked violently, and an invisible armor enveloped his body, but at that moment, a sharp pain shot through the arm holding his wand as something extremely sharp pierced his limb, followed immediately by a blade pressed against his throat.

Moist, warm liquid trickled down, and the scent of blood hitting his nose told him it was his own.

The sharp weapon that had pierced his arm had been withdrawn and was now held across his neck, the broken spear stained with blood.

"I'll give you one sentence to tell me your intentions." After subduing this guy, Ezio vaguely sensed something was wrong; aside from that teleportation trick, this guy's body was too weak, showing no signs of training at all.

"I am a professor at Hogwarts, I have no malicious intent!"

Snape's voice remained calm, even though he was on the verge of death; he wasn't afraid of having his throat slit, as the potions he carried were enough to heal his injuries instantly, provided he was given the chance to use them.

Losing his wand didn't matter either; unlike other useless wizards, he had the ability to cast spells wandlessly, but wandless casting required chanting the incantation, and Snape could not perform non-verbal wandless magic.

"Hog... warts?"

As this word entered Ezio's ears, a memory he had long sealed away surfaced; he had, of course, heard of this strange word, but not in this life—in his previous life, he knew what these four characters represented.

This isn't the modern world of Assassin's Creed? It's a damn magic world?

Ezio was distracted for a split second, and this brief moment was clearly seized by Snape; although Snape didn't understand why, he couldn't let this opportunity pass.

"Expelliarmus!"

A red spell shot from his left fingertips, and the broken spear in Ezio's hand flew away instantly; Snape felt his body lighten as the person pressing down on his back vanished.

Snape's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, another vial of potion was downed; the burning pain in his right arm vanished, and the wound healed rapidly.

"Stupefy!"

A beam of red light erupted from his fingertips once more, flying toward the figure in the distance.

But the moment the red light was about to hit the figure, Ezio gripped the broken spear and swung it forward, shattering the red light.

"It seems there's been a misunderstanding between us."

Upon confirming that the newcomer was not an assassin from the Templar Order, Ezio did not intend to deepen their misunderstanding.

Since this world was not one secretly controlled by the Templar Order, he had no reason to attack this guy; he knew of Hogwarts and he knew of Snape, and at this moment, he needed a chance to enter the magical world, and that chance was right in front of him.

"Is that so?"

Snape looked on with a gloomy face, eyeing the figure ahead—who was clearly not an adult, but a child—with ill intent.

But after locking eyes with those cold, icy pupils, he chose to suppress his rage.

Those eyes made his heart turn cold, as if he were being stared at by the Grim Reaper himself.

It might have been an illusion, or it might have been real.

Because when he looked at Ezio again, the guy's eyes had returned to "normal," no longer holding that chilling, murderous intent.

"I apologize for my actions just now; due to some circumstances, I mistook you for someone sent to kill me, and I reacted a bit too strongly."

Ezio picked up the wand that had fallen to the ground and tossed it over from a distance.

As he gripped his wand again, Snape breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"I need an explanation," he said coldly to Ezio.

"My father is dead, not long ago, and the message he left behind hinted obscurely that his death might be related to something abnormal. The Twelve Moons—do you know what that is?"

After a moment of silence, Snape slowly shook his head: "I don't know what the Twelve Moons are, but I think we can talk."