[HP] Subversion - Destined

When Draco and I got back to the ground safely, the Snitch was still in our hands, but because of my injury, not many people cared about how the score was calculated and who won and who lost.

Snape was at our side for the first time.He clenched his wand tightly and his eyes were so angry that it almost burned me out: "Mr. Potter... is the vanity inflated to the point of sacrificing his own life in order to win a game? Well... Gryffindor really deserved it for theirs." Heroes hail... It's just a pity that Slytherin would still win with 150 points each. Putting an arm on for a match that must be lost - truly worthy of Gryffindor's courage." He poked at the wand I poked my limp left shoulder, and I gasped in pain.

"Mr. Potter needs to go to the hospital wing!" Mrs. Hooch nervously took over Draco who was busy with his own father and held me up.

"Let me, let me! I know a very good spell!" Lockhart pushed into the crowd, "Oh Merlin! What a pity! If it had been me, those two Bludgers would have died It’s broken into pieces! Is the bone broken? Come on, I’ll help you connect it, it’ll be fine in a while, it won’t hurt.”

My face became even uglier, I shook my head and refused to shrink back, Snape stepped in front of me first: "I think this kind of injury should be handed over to a more professional person instead of being used as a test object, Professor Lockhart. "With one wave of his wand, my entire left shoulder went numb and I couldn't move.Lockhart didn't dare to push him against him, so he just watched me being taken to the medical wing.

Madam Pomfrey chased away everyone who wanted to follow into the hospital wing (including Snape), and healed my arm while rambling. The whole process took less than half an hour.During the period, Dumbledore came once and told me that because of the damage caused by the out of control Bludger, Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied in this game.In the end, he hoped that I would voluntarily withdraw from the next Quidditch match. When Dobby was missing and the murderer who opened the secret room had not been found, it was not suitable for me to create an opportunity for them to attack without defense—I I remember that at the end of the original book, Quidditch was delayed due to the petrification incident.

That night, in the Gryffindor bedroom, I had a nightmare, dreaming of that eerie and terrifying snake voice, and when I woke up, I found that Dobby appeared again, but because it was too excited, it woke up everyone else in the room ( I admit that I did not add the Silencing Charm on purpose...), the Muggle-born Simon thought it was haunted, Neville was so frightened that he hid in the bed and shivered, I said "Yes" to the pale-faced Ron Dobby", he breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, at Mari's suggestion, I began to learn the Patronus Charm.I also tried it last year, but my Patronus has not yet formed. Later, I thought that dealing with dementors is a third-year thing, so I put it aside for the time being. Now it is indeed necessary to start learning. The feeling of facing dementors is definitely Very uncomfortable, especially for someone like me who has almost no joy to remember.

Yes, most of the things in the previous life are vague, except for the plot of Harry Potter, what remains impressive is only the incomplete scarlet color or darkness-things that are engraved in the bones and can never be forgotten are always very tragic.In addition, the Dursleys didn't give me a good mood in this life, so the only things that can be truly happy are the memories of the three years since I met Mr.

Are you happy... I began to imagine what kind of mood I would feel when I suddenly received a letter from my husband one day—but I only felt sour in the nose, followed by resentment—that damn bastard has been here for more than a year. Didn't even send a letter!Could it be that he really forgot about me... Maybe it was because I was studying more than communicating in those days, and maybe it wasn't happy. In short, every time I practiced magic power, I felt empty and depressed, and the patron saint didn't take shape even once.Marie kept making me think of my parents in the Mirror of Erised—ha, but she didn't know I was seeing something else than that.

Lockhart noticed that I was depressed, so he started to promote the potions he made, all of which I had never heard of or seen, and the effect was praised by him. Of course, I would not want to taste it...

As for Snape's Potions, I usually had to sleep in the Room of Requirement before I could brace myself for class, since making potions requires a lot of precision.However, as keen as he was, he noticed something was wrong in the second class. He even suspected that I was traveling alone at night to find the murderer who opened the secret room.It took me a while to convince him that I was just learning the Patronus Charm.

"Oh, do you want to go to Azkaban to rob the prison, Potter. It seems that your memory has been so confused that you can't remember that there is no way that there will be dementors in Hogwarts, so maybe I should understand that you are facing an unknown enemy Let yourself waste a few days of your time trying to learn an obscure spell?" I saw Snape put a big T (terrible) on several papers in a row.

If you're worried, I'll just say it, it has to be so awkward!I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and looked at him pitifully: "Professor Snape—may I ask if there is anything else that the Patronus Charm should pay attention to besides recalling happy things?"

"I assume you listened to me just now?" Snape looked up, staring at me standing on the other side of the desk with empty obsidian eyes, "If your brain is still working, stop your talking immediately." Stupid self-study!"

I stared back stubbornly: "The book says that the patron saint is a symbol that reflects the heart. I really want to know what my heart looks like-if I can learn it one day earlier, I will recover my spirit one day earlier!"

"Are you threatening me?" Snape stopped what he was doing, squinted his eyes and folded his hands and leaned back on the recliner.

"No!" I hurriedly denied, joking, threatening you?I'm not courting death! "I'm just wondering... is it impossible to cast the Patronus Charm if you don't have happy memories?"

"Create happiness without happiness. Any wizard with a certain amount of magical power is qualified to cast the Patronus Charm, unless he is completely desperate or throws himself into the darkness like a Death Eater." He squinted at me contemptuously, "You... How can you understand what despair is?"

"Professor, can I see your patron saint?" I tried to look at him without any emotion.

Snape stared fixedly into my emerald green eyes, and I noticed that there seemed to be something more in his originally empty eyes. After a few seconds, he moved his eyes away from me for the first time: "Do you want to see?" His tone was full of self-mockery, and I nodded without saying a word. "Oh," he raised the corners of his lips and pointed: "Expecto Patronum." The picture suddenly lit up, and a silver-white doe appeared in the dark cellar. After walking forward for a few laps, silver light spots sprinkled to the ground along with her light figure.She jumped in front of me, and I raised my hand in a daze to touch it. As soon as my fingertips touched the silver-white substance, the doe suddenly disappeared into countless light spots. Only the warm feeling from the bottom of my heart came from my fingertips. Proof that she existed.

"Enough?" Snape's deep voice seemed far away from me.

I looked down at my hands in a daze, and an indescribable emotion suddenly surged in my heart——just like what he said, despair.I pulled out my wand: "ExpectoPatronum! (Excuse God to protect)" - no response, not even the unformed white mist from past practice...

Snape sneered: "You came up with something like this after a few days of study? Potter, use your degenerate head to think about what you should do now." He picked up his pen again and continued to grade homework, " Dispose of those materials according to page 120 of Advanced Potion Preparation - before curfew."

In the end, because I wasted too much time, I didn't complete the task before the curfew. Snape first deducted ten points from Gryffindor, and then fined me to write a fifteen-inch paper, and then set off to take me back to Gryffindor The common room—this was what Dobby requested from Dumbledore after the Quidditch attack, and the two professors had to personally send me back after class, for which Snape hadn’t given me a good look for a long time— —Although he never gave me any good looks.

Snape walked fast, and the black robes kept rolling in undulating arcs behind him, and I had to trot to keep up with him.We never spoke to each other unless we had to, so the only sound in the corridor was the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly I heard that "hissing" sound again: "...Blood...kill..." I knew it was wandering through the pipes of Hogwarts, but I always felt that countless basilisks were attacking from all directions, and my whole body was covered with blood. Wrapped in the icy breath, it was as frozen as petrified.

I watched Snape go farther and farther, and the fear seeping from the bone marrow forced me to say: "Professor..." I couldn't hear my own voice, maybe I didn't make a sound at all, but Snape seemed to be Turning his head with awareness, he frowned and walked back quickly, carrying a scent of medicine, diluting the coldness around his body.I instinctively stretched out my hand, as if asking for something: "That voice..."

No need for me to say more, Snape already understood what I was referring to, he immediately took me to his side, his wand swept around vigilantly, waking up several paintings hanging on the wall: "Where is it?"

"Going up!" I tried to identify the direction.

Snape quickly glanced up, then looked down at me who was holding onto his black robe tightly, as if he was considering whether to take me with him, and soon he made a decision: "If I let you run, no matter what happens What is it that you have to leave as quickly as possible! Did you hear that?!" Until I nodded earnestly and answered, he waved his wand, I heard a hawk cry, and a black shadow passed over our heads and disappeared at the end of the aisle. Before I could contemplate where the familiarity came from, Snape was already running upstairs, taking my arm.

We chased the voice down the corridors.Suddenly I remembered what stopped him: "Wait!" I took out the invisibility cloak, "Lockhart said that the invisibility cloak can resist the death ray of the basilisk!"

Snape's lips moved, perhaps considering whether to listen to Lockhart, but in the end he just asked, "How did you know it was a basilisk?"

"Guess." Seeing his downcast face, I hurriedly explained, "Be prepared! We have to hurry!" He didn't say anything more.

However, our heights are too different, and it is very difficult to run while wearing an invisibility cloak. I began to regret why I came up with such a bad idea. If this continues, I will lose it!Suddenly I felt my body soar into the air, and it was Snape who picked me up!The sense of imbalance from the ground made me hug his neck reflexively. He warned in a low voice not to move, and followed my instructions to chase the basilisk.

With the dim light in the corridor, we found two balls of fiery red hair in the distance. "Close your eyes!" Snape ordered hastily. I closed my eyes for a while before realizing that there was no need to do so with the Invisibility Cloak.Snape was already close to the scene, so I saw a horrifying scene - it was George and Fred, still holding wands in their hands, their bodies stiffened in horror, and there was a black, smoking object floating in front of them — Peeves.The same sentence was painted on the ancient wall of Hogwarts next door as it had been a few weeks ago.