The Potions office was still the same as ever. Though it was on the third floor of the main castle, it felt like a basement, carrying an indescribably gloomy atmosphere.
Perhaps there were too many animal and plant remains in the room. After all, those were potion ingredients, and they always gave off all sorts of complicated, strange smells.
However, Snape's appearance had changed considerably. His hair no longer looked as though it had not been washed in ages and was plastered to his scalp, and the black robes he had always worn in the past had been replaced with a somewhat brighter dark gray.
Well, dark gray was not actually all that bright, but this was Snape. No one could expect him to wear pink, could they? Su Ming ran that supposedly macho color through his mind and decided that only his own Master Mordo could probably pull it off.
"I can tell Lily has changed your life a great deal. At the very least, you seem much more hygienic than before." Su Ming smiled as he accepted the porcelain cup before him. Looking at the tea inside, it seemed to be some kind of herbal tea, and its scent reminded him of fresh grass brimming with vitality. "On my way here, I saw Harry teaching the students how to fly. That's a good thing. I was honestly worried he might go into the funeral industry."
Hadn't Su Ming once arranged a funeral for Sirius's brother and even hired the professional team, the Seven Warlords of the Sea of the Dead? Ron had been obsessed with it after seeing it. According to his twin brothers, he had aspired to create a localized British version of dance funerals.
As for whether he had succeeded after graduating, Su Ming had no