[HP] Subversion - Destined

The previous debates about the Dark Arts and Dark Wizards had been wasted for a long time, and the real lesson, the practice of silent spells, did not take long to end.Lucius and Snape's teaching methods are exactly the same. They definitely don't like Gryffindor, but there is nothing wrong with them. Except for the deceptive remarks at the beginning, he seems to apply for the professor of DADA just for the sake of teaching. .

But the so-called teaching assistant Lockhart did not show up in the senior class. It was not until the first DADA paper assignment was sent out, and we saw the flamboyant style on it that we realized that the job of the so-called teaching assistant was to correct the homework.

At the beginning of the new school year, DA has become an open learning organization. Taking advantage of the prestige of the previous school year, it has expanded its enrollment a lot. It is still nominally taught by the Half-Blood Prince, but Snape no longer assigns tasks to each grade as in the past, because the black magic The defense class is back on track, but the original DA members still write to him from time to time to ask him some difficult questions.Hermione and Luna really set up a magazine, forcing me to write a few learning experiences, and launched the first issue of "DATimes" (DA Times) with lightning speed. There is a small section called "Hogwarts Gossip Notebook".

"...Is it necessary for this to exist?" I pointed blackly at the gossip about Zhang's parents, Li Jiashou, and was dumbfounded, especially the opening chapter "The Private File of the Savior", "When will I promise you..."

"Don't worry, those materials are not secrets. The gossip book is only used as an auxiliary function, so that everyone can relax in their spare time." Hermione stopped the quill she was writing, hesitated for a while, and then lowered her voice, " And I don't want people to be kept in the dark about what happens, so its biggest role is to spread the true information." I opened my mouth and had nothing to say, well, Queen Hermione is always the most reasonable of……

Since teaching me Apparition, Snape hardly trained with me, and even threw the quill to me to help him correct his homework, and then he was completely immersed in his cauldron. If it weren't for me Supervising him, he can even save on eating and sleeping. I have already vaguely guessed what kind of potion he is developing.

It wasn't until a few days later that I got a headache from the pile of potion papers from the lower grades, and I finally went crazy. I couldn't help but grab the greasy figure who came out to replenish the raw materials of the potion: "What the hell are you busy with?!"

"Let go, Potter." Snape frowned and wanted to shake off my hand, but I pulled him hard, pushing him down on the sofa who had been hovering at the limit of his body function and had lost a lot of strength.

"Do you know how bad you are now?!" I pressed his body and pinched his sallow cheeks full of anger.

"Are you looking for death?" Snape couldn't push me away, and simply pulled my collar to draw us closer, "Don't deal with the shameless sojourner in your head, don't tell me you really want to try Avada!"

"I haven't seen you so anxious in the past few years. Is it necessary to be like this now?" I couldn't bear it and cleaned his greasy head.

"Harry Potter!" Snape was so angry that he turned over and pushed me down with some strength, "Are you accusing me of wanting to hug Merlin's thigh when things got out of hand?!" He sneered a few times, and pressed his arms firmly on my chest to prevent me from counterattacking, "Soul, no matter what field it is in, is a mysterious and sensitive word. The person who cut his soul into pieces like the skin of an African tree snake The idiot who forced a piece into your head has obviously realized the seriousness of the problem. Since he started to take precautions and even got rid of his pet with our hands, your life may not belong to you at any time. It should be me who asks you—are you planning to cry and beg me to give you an Avada until the day of the duel?!"

"Ever since I knew you were a horcrux, I've been researching the solution—one is stripping, and the other is devouring, but since it's already deeply rooted in your little brain, and there are already signs of fusion, stripping is obviously a solution. It is not advisable, then there is only one way to go - in theory, a strong enough soul can devour a weak soul - of course this is only in theory, I have checked all the information, and some are just unreliable legends, which are simply There is no example of successful practice. Until the so-called soul assimilation is established..." Snape gradually looked at me absent-mindedly, as if he was recalling something.

A wave originating from the depths of the soul gradually spread to the whole body, causing the blood to boil. The strange heat made me twist my body uncomfortably. I turned my head away and dared not look into his eyes again, and said in a low voice: "And then?"

"...In short, it took three years, and now the research and development of potions has reached the most critical moment. If it fails, it will be your life!" Snape's hoarse voice was irresistibly seductive, but A certain part of the young body, which had been forced to abstinence for a long time, soon became hard.

I moved my body a little awkwardly, trying not to touch him, I know he is tired now... "Uh, even if this is the case, you should pay attention to rest. Okay, get up, I'm going to take a shower!"

"Harry..." He rested his chin on my shoulder, and suddenly relaxed, giving up his whole body weight.

I had shortness of breath for a moment, "You are very heavy." Suffocated and hot, with sweat oozing from his forehead, I pushed him, "Go to sleep if you are sleepy, I am about to be crushed by you."

"I won't allow you to die at the hands of anyone but me." Snape stared at me with burning eyes, turned slightly, and grabbed my fragility with one hand.

I gasped, and tilted my head back involuntarily: "Sev...you don't have to...so hot...uh..." His lips and tongue blocked my voice, and the strong restlessness and despair were transmitted through the tight body Come on, I don't know how to appease his emotions except to cater to him, he is almost never so real without blocking me from feeling his thoughts...

Because of the oppression of power, every beat of the heart was so violent and clear. For the first time, I knew deeply that I was so afraid of death.I clung to him tightly, like a drowning person bursting out with the last strength to survive, begging to be rescued from the abyss of hell... My thoughts collapsed a little bit, and the darkness surrounded me...

Until I didn't know when my body lightened up, I finally breathed the long-lost air.Sitting up with difficulty, I coughed to dispel the dullness in my chest.Snape was lying on the ground beside the sofa, shielding his eyes with his arm, and clutching my hand tightly with the other, refusing to move.

I called him in a low voice: "Sev..." He trembled all over, as if he had just woken up from the world he was immersed in, slowly lowered his arms, and gradually regained focus with his empty eyes staring at the ceiling.

He let go of me, stood up and straightened his robe, as if nothing had happened just now, "Have you finished your homework correction?" His voice was very soft, not as aggressive as usual.

I sat upright, carefully observed his face, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, I replied: "There are some left..." After hesitating for a moment, I finally asked cautiously, "Sev, is it because of the assimilation of the soul? Can you feel Voldemort's soul piece in me?"

Snape frowned and sat back beside me. He didn't face me, and looked straight ahead, "No, that's why it's troublesome. The first problem Soul Eater has to solve is to perceive the soul, your soul The fluctuation is too strong, and the soul piece is relatively weak, so the existence of the soul piece is usually not noticed at all."

"And what about when I have a headache? At that time, the fluctuation of the soul film is not enough to be noticed?"

He glanced at me in surprise: "Then did you notice it yourself? Apart from the headache, you can clearly feel that there is another broken soul residing in your body?" I shook my head blankly, and he snorted, " You can’t even notice it yourself, let alone others?——From other Horcruxes, it can be seen that when you have self-awareness, the soul piece can even temporarily separate from the host, and because your soul is too strong, the soul piece has no room for development. ..."

I jumped up in disbelief: "Are you kidding! Do you want me to fertilize and water Voldemort's soul piece to make it stronger?!"

"Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for interrupting the professor." Snape pulled me back, and when I stared unconvinced, he gave me a warning glance, "Listen to me, Harry. Just like the Dark Lord must be resurrected before we can completely destroy him, soul films also need this kind of retreat-advancement method-we need to make it self-aware, and at the same time suppress your soul power to create the illusion that you are weaker than it, Only by luring it to occupy your body can you have a chance to devour it."

I know what Snape said is very reasonable, but I just can't bear it, let alone Voldemort, after all, he has his own body, such a thing as a soul piece, but it is a real intruder, who wants to have other people's body in his body soul exists?Not to mention such a terrifying soul! "Is there no other way?" I stared at him unwillingly, "And once it becomes stronger, can you really guarantee that I can swallow it??"

He shook his head slowly, "No. I discussed it with Albus and the others. They think that the strength of our two souls should be enough to swallow a soul piece with self-consciousness. If necessary, we can use the power of Hogwarts—the most important thing. The problem is how to restore you to the original state before it invades your body. And because there is no precedent, what we are talking about now is 'theoretical', and no one can guarantee what accidents will happen in the process , for this reason we have listed almost all contingencies and made a response plan for them..."

Listening to Snape's eloquent talk, I pursed my lips and felt very depressed. It turned out that they had already thought about so much, but I was still dawdling around. I suddenly felt sorry for myself, "Why not Tell me?" I couldn't help interrupting him, "Why didn't you tell me when you did so much?"

Snape looked at me meaningfully: "Harry, each of us has our own functions and specialties. Even if I tell you, with your current experience, it won't help you at all, but will only cause trouble. As long as you don't Going to cause trouble is the biggest help."

"But you're talking about my life! Don't I have a right to know?" I scratched my hair irritably.

"What are you doing capriciously, Potter?" Snape looked me up and down with stern eyes, "Do you think you're still one of those little wizards who eat and drink for nothing and seek protection for nothing?"

I had no words to refute him, and stomped my feet irritably, letting the magic power fill my whole body and transforming into a lion form.I found that when I was an Animagus, my mind didn't have to think too much, it was simple and comfortable, and it was very suitable for clearing those emotions that I don't want to think about.Shaking Mao lay lazily beside the sofa, resting his head on his overlapping forelimbs. Sure enough, being a human was the most tiring thing.

Seeing my angry behavior, Snape sighed insignificantly, stretched out his hand and rubbed my head.