Chapter 332 Snape Was Angry
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Harry could swear that after tonight, every time he lifted the covers, he would have a hallucination of Snape.
It was horrible in the middle of the night.
He put on a thin loose coat, put on slippers and left the bedroom with Snape.
After passing through the small entrance hole, the Fat Lady stared at them both as if she had seen a ghost.
"Professor Snape, where are you taking Harry?"
"Little things."
The door was still open.
She couldn't find a proper word to describe Snape, not even the worst and least liked.
Harry, who was in a nervous mood, had already thought of a dozen possibilities in his mind as he walked through the corridor.
The masquerade party is the least reliable, and asking him to help you get out of school is the most reliable.
If the deadline is forever, you will definitely be moved to tears.
This is not alarmist talk, but a hunch from the first meeting.
Snape didn't speak, his face could not be seen clearly in the faint light of the torch.
If it is good, it must be fired.
If it's not good, it may really be a masquerade.
The stairwell was even darker and gloomy, and Harry subconsciously tightened the thin coat on his body.
Snape remained silent.
When he came to the sixth floor, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to block the way forward.
"What's the matter, Professor?"
He didn't answer, just drew his wand with his other hand.
Although very faint, an anomaly did appear.
Flickering, like appearing and disappearing in an instant.
"Luminescence—"
Harry, who was blocked behind, was very nervous.
He thought of the little bedtime story his roommates had just had.
Wizards who speak Parseltongue are usually evil to the extreme.
Especially the Salazar Slytherin in Ron's mouth.
It is said that this is the source of pure-blood supremacism and an out-and-out Muggle hater.
Without considering the background of the times, it will indeed be misunderstood as such.
Expelled?
Harry's face was bloodless, and he asked cautiously: "Professor, will I be-"
"Shut up." Snape looked around intently, "If you don't want to die, you'd better be quiet."
Crisis lurks nearby.
He didn't know who those faint magical breaths belonged to, but it was enough to know that he was hostile to himself.
"Reveal in a hurry—"
This manifestation spell is very powerful, much stronger than the one used on Vincent not long ago.
A dazzling blue light curtain appeared and went down the entire staircase.
Snape, who was highly nervous, turned quickly, pinned Harry's shoulder and waved his wand.
A thin arm blocked the spells that kept flying.
The membrane-like barriers were successfully defended one after another.
Snape stopped, pointing his wand straight at the small figure in the tattered pillowcase in front of him.
"It's you!" Harry recognized the house-elf.
Keep blocking, controlling cars and Bludgers.
"Harry Potter, get away from him!" The house elf snapped his fingers, and then appeared behind Harry.
"Dizzy—" Snape cursed at the thin, outstretched arm.
The elf who was hit flew down the stairs, hitting his back hard against the wall.
Before he could slide down, Snape's wand touched his forehead.
"Tell me, who sent you here!"
"I won't--"
"Tell me!" Snape grabbed the old pillowcase and lifted him into the air.
"Dobby will not let you succeed, and Dobby will definitely protect Harry Potter."
After a snap of the fingers, the elf named Dobby disappeared.
Snape turned his head sharply, his eyes under the bat helmet gleaming coldly.
"Shenfeng Wuying——"
Dobby was cut on half his body,
The pillowcase, which was also neatly cut, was stained with blood.
Harry, who stood still in place, finally saw Snape's angry face.
But the strange thing is that he just felt a little cruel, but he didn't reject the feeling that he wanted to tear everything apart.
"Dobby—Dobby must protect Harry Potter..." Dobby, who fell weakly on the ground, kept chanting these words.
Snape's tense nerves loosened slightly, and he frowned and pointed his wand towards the hideous wound.
"Quick Healing - Quick Healing -"
Every time the spell is repeated, Dobby's wounds will heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
He didn't heal all the wounds, "You said you wanted to protect Potter, why did you let him leave Hogwarts!"
The weak Dobby opened his eyes wide open, as if trying to recognize the bat monster in front of him who injured and healed himself.
Harry looked at Snape, who was looking badly.
He doesn't look like a good person in his clothes, and his shots are even more terrifying like black magic.
"Your name is Dobby? He's our Potions master."
Dobby blinked his big round eyes, and instantly moved to the side when he met Snape's gaze.
"Don't try to escape!" Snape pointed his wand at his forehead again, "I'm not Dumbledore, don't think I'll treat you preferentially."
"Dobby didn't think about escaping." He sat up with difficulty, "The conspiracy has begun, and this place is no longer safe."
"Nonsense!" Harry slightly calmed down his excitement, "Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, Professor Dumbledore will definitely dismantle all conspiracies."
"It's impossible for him to protect you at all times." Dobby said with gloomy eyes, "My—that person—that person said that many people will die this year."
"Who is it?" Snape slightly exerted his right hand on the wand.
"Dobby—Dobby can't tell."
He increased his strength again, "Who is the master you serve!"
Dobby lay on the ground again, tearing open the almost healed wound on his body with his hands in pain: "Dobby can never say it, never—"
When Snape wanted to continue, his wand was tightly held by Harry's little hands.
"Enough is enough, Professor."
"Enough?" He glanced at him coldly. "Don't value your precious life, Potter! Do you know how many people this will disappoint?"
"I--"
"Of course you don't know! Ignorant, reckless, complacent...
If he really wanted to do something to you, you would be dead already! "
Harry shut his mouth in astonishment.
One would rather hurt himself than reveal who the owner is, and the other is protecting himself the whole time.
Putting it in another way, Snape should indeed be angry.
But no matter how hard Harry tried, he still couldn't bear it.
"he is injured."
Snape shook his little hand away and raised the wand that was resting on Dobby's forehead.
"Exactly the same."
"what?"
Instead of looking into Harry's wide, startled eyes, he moved his wand over the half-healed wound that had been roughly torn open again.
After three spells, everything including the blood on the old pillowcase returned to its original state.
"Thank you, Harry Potter." Dobby's big eyes were moist,
"No wizard has ever cared about Dobby's wounds, only you—" He sat up suddenly, slamming his head against the wall,
"Damn it Dobby, Dobby shouldn't make you care—"
Snape had a cold face, as if he had already guessed that such a thing would happen.
Lowly house-elves are born to serve noble wizards, it's an imprint that's written into their souls from birth.
What's more, for them, Harry is the real savior who once drove away Voldemort and let them return to normal life.
……
……
It was horrible in the middle of the night.
He put on a thin loose coat, put on slippers and left the bedroom with Snape.
After passing through the small entrance hole, the Fat Lady stared at them both as if she had seen a ghost.
"Professor Snape, where are you taking Harry?"
"Little things."
The door was still open.
She couldn't find a proper word to describe Snape, not even the worst and least liked.
Harry, who was in a nervous mood, had already thought of a dozen possibilities in his mind as he walked through the corridor.
The masquerade party is the least reliable, and asking him to help you get out of school is the most reliable.
If the deadline is forever, you will definitely be moved to tears.
This is not alarmist talk, but a hunch from the first meeting.
Snape didn't speak, his face could not be seen clearly in the faint light of the torch.
If it is good, it must be fired.
If it's not good, it may really be a masquerade.
The stairwell was even darker and gloomy, and Harry subconsciously tightened the thin coat on his body.
Snape remained silent.
When he came to the sixth floor, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to block the way forward.
"What's the matter, Professor?"
He didn't answer, just drew his wand with his other hand.
Although very faint, an anomaly did appear.
Flickering, like appearing and disappearing in an instant.
"Luminescence—"
Harry, who was blocked behind, was very nervous.
He thought of the little bedtime story his roommates had just had.
Wizards who speak Parseltongue are usually evil to the extreme.
Especially the Salazar Slytherin in Ron's mouth.
It is said that this is the source of pure-blood supremacism and an out-and-out Muggle hater.
Without considering the background of the times, it will indeed be misunderstood as such.
Expelled?
Harry's face was bloodless, and he asked cautiously: "Professor, will I be-"
"Shut up." Snape looked around intently, "If you don't want to die, you'd better be quiet."
Crisis lurks nearby.
He didn't know who those faint magical breaths belonged to, but it was enough to know that he was hostile to himself.
"Reveal in a hurry—"
This manifestation spell is very powerful, much stronger than the one used on Vincent not long ago.
A dazzling blue light curtain appeared and went down the entire staircase.
Snape, who was highly nervous, turned quickly, pinned Harry's shoulder and waved his wand.
A thin arm blocked the spells that kept flying.
The membrane-like barriers were successfully defended one after another.
Snape stopped, pointing his wand straight at the small figure in the tattered pillowcase in front of him.
"It's you!" Harry recognized the house-elf.
Keep blocking, controlling cars and Bludgers.
"Harry Potter, get away from him!" The house elf snapped his fingers, and then appeared behind Harry.
"Dizzy—" Snape cursed at the thin, outstretched arm.
The elf who was hit flew down the stairs, hitting his back hard against the wall.
Before he could slide down, Snape's wand touched his forehead.
"Tell me, who sent you here!"
"I won't--"
"Tell me!" Snape grabbed the old pillowcase and lifted him into the air.
"Dobby will not let you succeed, and Dobby will definitely protect Harry Potter."
After a snap of the fingers, the elf named Dobby disappeared.
Snape turned his head sharply, his eyes under the bat helmet gleaming coldly.
"Shenfeng Wuying——"
Dobby was cut on half his body,
The pillowcase, which was also neatly cut, was stained with blood.
Harry, who stood still in place, finally saw Snape's angry face.
But the strange thing is that he just felt a little cruel, but he didn't reject the feeling that he wanted to tear everything apart.
"Dobby—Dobby must protect Harry Potter..." Dobby, who fell weakly on the ground, kept chanting these words.
Snape's tense nerves loosened slightly, and he frowned and pointed his wand towards the hideous wound.
"Quick Healing - Quick Healing -"
Every time the spell is repeated, Dobby's wounds will heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
He didn't heal all the wounds, "You said you wanted to protect Potter, why did you let him leave Hogwarts!"
The weak Dobby opened his eyes wide open, as if trying to recognize the bat monster in front of him who injured and healed himself.
Harry looked at Snape, who was looking badly.
He doesn't look like a good person in his clothes, and his shots are even more terrifying like black magic.
"Your name is Dobby? He's our Potions master."
Dobby blinked his big round eyes, and instantly moved to the side when he met Snape's gaze.
"Don't try to escape!" Snape pointed his wand at his forehead again, "I'm not Dumbledore, don't think I'll treat you preferentially."
"Dobby didn't think about escaping." He sat up with difficulty, "The conspiracy has begun, and this place is no longer safe."
"Nonsense!" Harry slightly calmed down his excitement, "Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, Professor Dumbledore will definitely dismantle all conspiracies."
"It's impossible for him to protect you at all times." Dobby said with gloomy eyes, "My—that person—that person said that many people will die this year."
"Who is it?" Snape slightly exerted his right hand on the wand.
"Dobby—Dobby can't tell."
He increased his strength again, "Who is the master you serve!"
Dobby lay on the ground again, tearing open the almost healed wound on his body with his hands in pain: "Dobby can never say it, never—"
When Snape wanted to continue, his wand was tightly held by Harry's little hands.
"Enough is enough, Professor."
"Enough?" He glanced at him coldly. "Don't value your precious life, Potter! Do you know how many people this will disappoint?"
"I--"
"Of course you don't know! Ignorant, reckless, complacent...
If he really wanted to do something to you, you would be dead already! "
Harry shut his mouth in astonishment.
One would rather hurt himself than reveal who the owner is, and the other is protecting himself the whole time.
Putting it in another way, Snape should indeed be angry.
But no matter how hard Harry tried, he still couldn't bear it.
"he is injured."
Snape shook his little hand away and raised the wand that was resting on Dobby's forehead.
"Exactly the same."
"what?"
Instead of looking into Harry's wide, startled eyes, he moved his wand over the half-healed wound that had been roughly torn open again.
After three spells, everything including the blood on the old pillowcase returned to its original state.
"Thank you, Harry Potter." Dobby's big eyes were moist,
"No wizard has ever cared about Dobby's wounds, only you—" He sat up suddenly, slamming his head against the wall,
"Damn it Dobby, Dobby shouldn't make you care—"
Snape had a cold face, as if he had already guessed that such a thing would happen.
Lowly house-elves are born to serve noble wizards, it's an imprint that's written into their souls from birth.
What's more, for them, Harry is the real savior who once drove away Voldemort and let them return to normal life.
……
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