HP Dark Hero

?A few hours later, the sky outside had completely darkened, dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the British area was filled with a perennial fog.

Hogwarts has finally received its first snow of the year, belatedly.

But Blaise and Potter, who were guarding the cellar, were completely unaware of this.

Blaise completed the huge and meticulous magic circle very early. He carefully checked every character that might be wrong, and dug out all kinds of gems with power and embedded them in the opposite corners, leaving only the most critical ruby ​​in his palm. .

Compared with Blaise's steady performance after finishing and finding a place to rest his mind, Potter was restless, almost unable to restrain the anxiety in his heart, spinning around, but the whole classroom was filled with characters and there was almost no place to stay, so he could only move in the tiny Go around and faint yourself in the spare time.

He wondered whether Hermione and Ron were worried about his whereabouts, or wondered if Snape would bring his body back, his heart beating wildly.He suspected that he had waited almost a day and a night.It is not comforting at all to judge that one's body is 'alive' only from the indescribable misty perception in the depths of one's soul.He didn't give up calling Harry loudly over and over again in his heart, hoping that Harry would wake up and these difficult things would be solved easily.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that made Potter jump up, the door was slammed open and slammed shut, and something as silky as water slammed into Potter's face, and Potter pulled it down to see that it was he who had forced Snape Cloak of invisibility.He quickly looked up, only to see a string of bloodstains running from the door panel, connecting to the black-haired wizard carrying a young boy.

The opponent's meticulous black robe was full of blood.At the same time as he stopped, blood dripped tick-tock, tick-tock.

Blaise didn't say a word, and immediately went to the door and waved his wand to clear the trail.

Potter froze on the spot.

Not because of his body, which was thrown on the ground like a large piece of garbage, but because of Severus Snape, who was panting.

He had never seen Snape so embarrassed.

Snape was badly wounded.The black robe, which was always neat and rigorous, was in tatters, with many tears, and blood leaked from every cut, forming a gradually expanding pool of blood under his feet.The wound on his arm was as deep as the bone, and there was even a scar on the back of his heart that ran across the entire back. The pale flesh was turned outward, and black blood flowed out. Snape's face was ashen, and every breath seemed to hurt him.

The man who could still keep his back straight even when kneeling was carefully leaning against the wall at this moment, with his back slightly bent, carefully using a small cutting spell to cut apart the pieces of clothing that were stuck to the flesh and blood bit by bit.

Potter tried to step forward to help, but couldn't move his limbs.He didn't know what he could do.

Severus Snape was the one who could rationally notice the magic circle on the floor and avoid it even when he was seriously injured.

And he didn't do anything other than 'stay here honestly', and he didn't know how to do it; for the first time in his heart, he felt positive emotions that were almost respectful towards the 'greasy old bat'.

Blaise came back quickly, and stuffed a few bottles of white fresh and blood tonic into Potter's hands, "Give the dean the medicine, and I'll finish the final preparations,"

"Time is running out, Dumbledore should have sensed it, and the magic circle must at least start functioning before he finds him," Snape whispered.

Blaise nodded.

Potter took the medicine silently, ignored Snape's glare, and followed Blaise's instructions to check Snape's condition.Maybe he didn't understand why Dumbledore hadn't been notified, but the other two knew it well - they didn't dare to bet.Would the Greatest White Wizard abandon Harry for the greater good—

Only because Severus Snape had snatched Potter back from Voldemort.

If Harry was awake, perhaps he could concatenate more answers based on what he knew about the Dark Lord and those unusual trifles: Death Eaters who have ignored Harry Potter since summer vacation...Draco privately passed it to Voldemort on Snape Informed...the stabilizer made by Snape...the abandoned aristocratic mansion seen in the connection with Voldemort, Potter's wand...Potter's soul became more stable in the depths of the forest...

——It was Voldemort who took Potter's body after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries.

The Dark Lord didn't trust anyone, so he had nothing to fear from the core Death Eaters cryptically telling Harry Potter that Dumbledore had a counterfeit - he knew he had the 'real Potter'.

He concealed the news from Snape, who was ambiguous, but made full use of the ability of the greatest potions master of his time, asking him to make a stabilizer, so as to hang the life of the savior.

The strange completely dark clearing in the depths of the forest was the abandoned mansion where Potter's body lay... and Lucius, whom Harry saw in his connection with Voldemort, could be the Keeper, even if Lucius didn't necessarily know why the Dark Lord was there .

And Snape often offered Lucius potions in private, and depending on their friendship, he might reveal the location to Snape, who was thirsty for trust, just in case, even if Lucius didn't know the purpose or motive of the Dark Lord.

In fact, these were not enough for Snape to be sure that Potter's body was there, it was Potter's intuition that made him give it a try──this was an extremely reckless move.

The wound on Snape's body was exactly what he suffered when he broke into the mansion. Even though he was careful enough and familiar with the spells that Voldemort might cast, and even successfully deciphered and avoided most of them, he didn't expect that Voldemort even cast a touch on Potter's body type of curse.

Snape warned that he could not inform Dumbledore, precisely because he could not know whether Dumbledore was willing to abolish Severus Snape, a double agent who had been lurking for many years, to save a Harry Potter from another world!

Moreover, the little savior in his hands is still living in the former's body, and the transfer is not sure whether it will be smooth or not.

The rush at this moment was not only to get the magic circle to work before Dumbledore stopped it, but also to detect the possible actions of Voldemort, who was furious when he sensed Severus Snape's betrayal.

Race against the clock.

By this time Blaise had embedded the ruby ​​and completed the last part of the magic circle. Potter's body had been floated to one end.His body seemed to be in good condition, like a person in deep sleep.

"Potter," Blaise shouted, Potter quickly put down the wound medicine in his hand and got up, followed Blaise's instructions and stood at the other end, looked at the solemn Blaise, the pale and seriously injured Snape, and the 'self' lying on the ground, couldn't help feeling sense of absurdity.

He didn't know anything, and Harry was in critical condition, and he had to follow orders from two people he didn't quite trust.

If these two people intend to kill him, he and Harry will explain here tonight.

Blaise waved his wand in complicated gestures, muttering the activation spell under his breath.

The fine silver lines and characters on the ground lit up, and the light spots scattered on the lines shone with Potter's indescribable color, which looked similar to the changing color of the sun shining on the oil film.

Potter felt tens of millions of needle-thin hooks suddenly hooking every inch of his body, a slight pulling force tugged him gently, and his consciousness suddenly loosened.

"Activated." Blaise whispered. "I set the magic circle to be relatively gentle to avoid accidents. It requires the transferee to be voluntary and to have no resistance, otherwise struggling may lead to failure."

Potter relaxed himself as best he could, accepting the horrific feeling of his soul being slowly dragged out of his body.

He was a little queasy, but still motionless, and wondered in a daze, if this process could be compressed into the time of a kiss, could this be the kiss of a dementor... and suddenly realized that the self lying there with nothing , as if being taken from a dementor, 'Your soul is lost... never to return'.

In order not to damage the soul, the magic circle is very gentle, and it will take several hours. Blaise's face was calm, concentrating on controlling the magic.

The energy of the magic circle swirls steadily and smoothly like a swimming fish.

Snape was rubbing the wound, fully on guard in case anything happened. Potter's soul was pulled out bit by bit.

Blaise's expression froze, and he suddenly said, "—someone is coming, it's Dumbledore."

Snape forced himself to stand up, and the protective spell at the door was directly broken, and Albus Dumbledore, who was wearing a dark blue robe, stepped through the door, and he could see the situation in the classroom at a glance, always shining and full of smiles His blue eyes were cold and serious, "Severus, you—"

Potter suddenly screamed and nearly fell down!

"The magic circle is not out of control!" Before anyone else could ask, Blaise answered first, holding his wand in a steady posture, but a thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Potter has a physical problem."

I saw layers of black mist emanating from Potter's body, and the dense mist with the aura of black magic twisted into a thin bundle, turning into a black viper coiled around Potter's chest like a living thing.

The color faded from Snape's face.

Dumbledore frowned, "Is that - Voldemort's pet snake, Nagini?"

Potter was trembling with pain in the magic circle, blood was bleeding from his clenched lip, but he insisted on not moving a bit.

"Voldemort cast a dark spell on Potter - I thought it was all undone," in fact, it was all on Snape. Snape laughed to himself, "Obviously, he prepared two spells..."

Snape was about to step forward to lift the curse, but Dumbledore remained silent, walked around the magic circle and walked quickly to Potter's body, and raised his wand at the black snake.

The black snake opened its mouth mockingly, and stuck out its tongue in a hissing voice.A pure white beam of light emerges from Dumbledore's wand, and the pure white magic language meets the ancient black magic curse, bringing a great sense of oppression.

"Severus," the light of high-level white magic illuminated Dumbledore's solemn side face, "I may need some explanation from you—"

Snape straightened his lips and pressed the wound silently.

"Just speculation, Albus—Voldemort seems to be planning to manipulate Potter's body, and even transfer himself into Potter's body." Snape whispered.

He'd hidden Potter's body rather than just strangled it out of a haughty idea: it was fitting to pay Dumbledore back with a major betrayal by the Savior.Or replace Potter, and conduct a killing feast in the appearance of a savior, which will deal a heavy blow to the hearts and morale of the people.

However, the Dark Lord's attempts were repeatedly frustrated by Lily's blood protection.No matter how strong the spell was, it had an expiration date, and if Potter's life was left to wait, the spell would always fail.

Snape was also guessing.He also planned to regularly arrange for Harry to go to the forest to 'shut up', so as to strengthen blood protection, no matter whether it is effective or not, it is better than no action; save Potter for the time being, and only then can the next step be considered.Unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the changes after all.

Dumbledore gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation with the black snake, and the shape of the black snake showed some signs of disintegration. However, Dumbledore's right hand holding the wand was stained with dry and scorched black spots.

With Dumbledore's assistance, Potter's situation improved a lot, and Blaise controlled the operation of the magic circle with bated breath, and in order to complete it as soon as possible when everything was stable, he increased the output of magic power.

Because the one most likely to fail was not Snape, but Blaise Zabini.

Even though he seems to have achieved a little success in the field of magic circles, in terms of other aspects, his comprehensive ability is only on par with ordinary Auror... On the premise of maintaining the magic circle and not losing control in the black and white magic confrontation, his strength is not enough support for so long.

Just as Blaise picked up the pace, the chaos finally came to an end.

At this moment Snape was already in a semi-comatose state, still forcing himself to use Rennervate (rejuvenation) to stay awake and pay attention to the situation; Potter was almost completely transferred, Harry's body had almost fallen to the ground, and the light of the magic circle was all concentrated on Potter's side.

I only heard Dumbledore suddenly chanting a spell in a strange syllable. The black snake was thrown away from Potter. The black snake turned around and bit Dumbledore's wrist before disappearing. The old man's expression immediately changed. Ashes down.And the moment the black snake left, Blaise, whose robes were already soaked in sweat, gritted his teeth and pushed all the remaining magic power into the magic circle!

There was a sudden burst of light at Potter's end, and everyone closed their eyes reflexively, it was as dazzling as the wandering light in the world gathered here, and when the light reached its apex, it exploded suddenly.

By the time Dumbledore put down the withered right hand that was protecting his eyes, the traces of the magic circle on the ground had faded and fainted. Blaise Zabini was sweating, panting and knelt down on one knee, and his wand slipped from his hand; Severus Snape and Harry lay beside him. On the ground, without a sound.

Only the savior boy opened his eyes slowly with trembling eyelashes, as if he had just woken up, his face was rosy, he sat up unscathed, with a dazed look on his face.

Dumbledore hid his right hand under the wide robe, showed a comforting smile to little Potter, and replaced it with a huge silver phoenix, the patron saint.

"Bobby, I might need your help here," Dumbledore whispered, and at this moment little Potter jumped up completely unharmed, and threw himself at the youthful Harry, calling his name anxiously. …