[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"Sit down, Miss Flamel." Snape nodded to Mary, gesturing to a triangular stool in front of him, and said without emotion.

Mary sat down in silence. She originally wanted to act like a cute and good student, but just in the morning Potions class, she and Snape exchanged stares because Harry was making things difficult for him again. It's been a long time, and now it seems that it can't be fake anymore.

"This conversation is mainly to determine your future employment aspirations and the subjects you will study in the next two years." Snape added a few more words in a businesslike manner, "So, Miss Flamel, what do you want to do after graduation? ?”

"If there are not too many accidents, I would like to stay at Hogwarts as a professor." Mary looked at the ceiling and said boredly, "Teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts—yes, even if you have applied for more than ten years, you still can't do it." Apply for that class."

A flash of anger and surprise flashed between Snape's eyebrows, but he continued speaking at a rapid pace: "I don't think it will be a big problem from the perspective of your usual grades, Miss Flamel, but Hogwarts The professor has never accepted fresh graduates, I think you should go to other places to exercise after graduation, such as—”

"Malfoy Manor?" Mary interrupted Snape, "You know very well, Snape, that Voldemort will not fall for a day, and any profession is just a disguise. Our real profession is just a spy between Dumbledore and Voldemort That's all."

"It's Professor Snape, Miss Flamel, don't let your basic etiquette retreat to the Gryffindor level." Regarding Mary's sudden attack, Snape remained calm.

Mary was silent for a while, then smiled softly: "Do you know why I want to be a Hogwarts professor, Professor Snape?"

Snape didn't answer, but he didn't seem impatient either, in fact, Mary knew he wanted to know very much.

"Because you are a professor," said Mary softly. "It would be a lie to say that I don't admire you at all. After all, you are also the most successful spy I have ever seen. I suddenly felt that imitating your behavior might be a Not a bad way."

Snape snorted disdainfully.

"However, there is one more thing that confuses me. Why are you willing to be Dumbledore's pawn? And why do you hate Harry so much but still protect him?" Mary pretended to be very troubled, "Until a few days ago , I finally understand why."

Snape's pupils shrank, and a tinge of blood appeared on his sallow face, he said through gritted teeth, "You—you saw—"

"That's right, I read it." Mary confessed without any concealment, "Gryffindors are all terribly slow, aren't they? Obviously, the emotion for Evans in your eyes is almost overflowing." It's coming, Harry and his mother can't tell at all, hahaha—oh, don't be like this~" Mary waved her wand lazily to block Snape's curse, "You can only look like this now." It can make me more sure that you still miss Lily Evans and increase my bargaining chip."

"...What leverage do you have?" Snape glared at Mary again, calmed down, and said to Mary in as contemptuous a tone as possible.

"Voldemort must not know about this." Mary jumped off the stool and danced briskly in Snape's office, "Of course you can also tell Voldemort about the matter between me and Harry, but this Voldemort has already I know, and I have been skeptical all the time, and I'm not afraid of having more skepticism—it was you, I guess, when Voldemort went to kill the Potters, you begged for mercy, right?"

Snape clenched his fists in his robes.

"However, how could I report on you? The worst outcome is that Voldemort would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Both of us will suffer. I haven't planned to take such a risk." Mary shrugged, "But aside Don't mention this, you also know the relationship between the person with those green eyes and me, right?"

"You can't threaten me with Harry Potter." Snape looked at Mary warily.

"I don't think I have as much affection for Harry as you do for Evans. I can't say what I will do if necessary." Mary's smile faded, "You forgot the reason why I went to Voldemort in the first grade Yet?"

"..." Snape was speechless.

"Don't make such an expression." Mary smiled "distressed" and stretched out a hand, "I still like Harry, and I don't let him die so easily. I just hope that my words can make our allies It’s all about a stronger relationship, I like you very much, I was very moved by how you defended me in front of the Dark Lord.”

"And Miss Flamel's way of repaying you also impresses me very much." Snape put out a hand and carelessly touched Mary's hand with a livid face.

Mary withdrew her hand indifferently, turned and walked out.

"there's one more thing."

"what?"

"You still remember the mission the Dark Lord gave you? Lucius has already found out where the prophecy ball is."

"Well, when?"

"On the last night of your OWLs, you can go to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace in my office."

"I see. The last exam is usually History of Magic, right? I will hand in the paper early." Mary answered concisely and left Snape's office.

Snape's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

"Everything is going well?" Back in the dormitory, Tom looked up from the book and asked.

"It couldn't have been more successful," Mary replied. "Lily Evans is his Achilles' heel, and he has no power to fight back if he pokes him."

"The power of love, isn't it?" Tom said, smiling sarcastically.

Mary thought about it.

June is here, and the OWLs exam is finally here.

Among a group of fifth graders who had become a little neurotic due to studying hard, Mary, who was able to do a lot of work, didn't know what to say.

The most hateful thing is that it's fine if she doesn't review, but she performed impeccably in every exam. The examiners even praised her for taking the NEWT exam directly.

No, the most hateful thing is that after being praised like that, it's only natural to act calm and calm. If you don't pretend to be forceful, you will die? !

Harry was walking down the corridors of the Department of Mysteries again.

This is a dream, a voice said faintly in his heart, but he couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't want to wake up.

Where is it... He walked through the rows of shelves, his heart was beating excitedly, and his voice was particularly abrupt in the quiet hall.

Row 34... Row 55... Row 76... Ah, yes, it's row 97. He turned around and walked into a long and narrow aisle.

There, there was a person lying on his stomach. Harry heard her sobbing faintly, and his stomach tightened with excitement. Who was that?

Uncontrollably, his mouth uttered extremely cold and sharp words: "Take it down for me, Flamel, so you can die with less pain."

Mary slowly got up from the floor. Her hair and face were completely wet. She didn't know whether it was sweat or tears. There were bloodstains on her lips, and bloodstains on her forehead and hands. She looked at it with some fear. Harry glanced away, still shaking his head tremblingly.

"The Dark Lord doesn't have that much patience," Harry heard himself say grimly. "But we still have time, and you think that's the limit? No, let's see how much more pain you can take. Cruciatus!"

The screams echoed, forming echoes and echoing back and forth among the shelves, making it even more horrific.

Harry woke up suddenly, his face covered in cold sweat, and his forehead was slammed on the table.

He just... seemed to have dreamed that Mary was captured by Voldemort.

But how is it possible?Voldemort couldn't have broken into Hogwarts to catch Mary, who was taking History of Magic exams with him.

Harry looked in Mary's direction—

No one is empty.

Harry stood up abruptly, brought the chair upside down, and made an extremely loud noise in the quiet exam auditorium, and everyone looked in his direction.

"Did something happen, Mr. Porter?" The examiner, Professor Tofty, hurried over.

"No-nothing, sir." Harry breathed heavily, "I-I think I've got my answer pretty good, I can-"

"Okay, okay." Professor Tofty nodded and looked at Harry worriedly, "Maybe you should go to the school hospital, Mr. Potter. I know the exam is very stressful, and Miss Flamel was also feeling unwell just now." The paper is handed in."

"Oh, really? I see, thank you." Harry nodded indiscriminately, walked out of the auditorium quickly, and ran away as soon as he left Professor Tofty's sight.

Even though Professor Tofty had said that Mary was just unwell and handed in the paper ahead of time, Harry still felt his heart hanging in his throat, and he felt hairy.

"Madame Pom-Pomfrey." Harry broke into the door out of breath, jumping off Madam Pomfrey.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

"Is Mary here? I hear she's not well."

"What? She didn't come to the hospital wing. Wait a minute, you're saying you handed in your paper early because Flamel wasn't feeling well? Potter, this isn't some kid's exam, it's—"

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Harry was not in the mood to listen to Madam Pomfrey's ramblings, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart increased again.He hurriedly said thanks and ran away.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry ran to the door of Professor McGonagall's office and knocked on the door desperately: "Professor McGonagall! I have something urgent!"

"Professor McGonagall is not here this afternoon." A cat-shaped statue at the door of the office answered him.

"When will she be back?"

"I don't know, maybe tomorrow morning."

He couldn't wait another night!Harry thought in despair.

No matter how reluctant he was, Harry came to Snape's office door again and knocked on the door: "Professor Snape, I have something urgent to tell you! Professor Snape!"

There was no response for a while, and Harry continued to knock on the door stubbornly.

The door flung open. "What are you doing, Potter?" Snape appeared menacingly, his eyes seemed to throw Harry into the cauldron to boil, "You should be attending History of Magic by now—"

"Mary was captured by Voldemort! I dreamed it!" Harry interrupted Snape. "Voldemort has captured her! Put the Cruciatus Curse on her!"

"That's nonsense, Potter, it's impossible," said Snape dangerously, "and how did you dream it? You slept on exams? And you shouldn't be dreaming about the Dark Lord's mind, we This is what you paid for half a semester of hard work? Well, I know you haven't worked hard!"

"You don't think that was an ordinary dream, either?" But Harry rarely blocked Snape's sarcasm at him, "It was real, right? You knew Voldemort was going to do this? It wasn't yours." Working?"

Annoyance flashed in Snape's eyes: "It's none of your business, Potter."

"What? Mary was taken away! You say it's none of my business?" Harry also became annoyed.

"You don't need to do anything, Potter, and you can't do anything," Snape said maliciously. "I repeat, the Dark Lord couldn't have captured Flamel from the castle, do you understand?"

"what?!"

Harry wanted to ask something more, but Snape slammed the door behind him.

Well, the old bat!Harry walked away quickly angrily, the panic in his heart pervading and unable to dissipate.

He must save Mary!He made up his mind.

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