[HP] turns in your hand

The goblin put his hand on the door of Lestrange's vault, and the door gradually became transparent, and after disappearing, the vault revealed its true face.

This is a cave with at least ten square meters, which is filled with gold coins, gems, all kinds of antiques, armor, potions, and even a skull wearing a crown from floor to ceiling.

Snape lit his wand, carefully illuminating the vault.His eyes stayed on those potions for a while, and Ziara, who was a step behind him, caught up two seconds later. She hurriedly stretched out her hand and grabbed the sleeve at Snape's elbow: "Don't reach out and touch it." , don't touch anything inside!"

"Where do I look like I'm going to reach out to touch it?" Snape glanced at her, and then looked down at the sleeve she was holding. "And you haven't told me what that thing looks like."

Chiara immediately withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded. She pursed her lips and rubbed her fingers, then used her magic wand to draw a small golden cup in mid-air, with two handles on the side, engraved on the cup A little badger.

"This is Hufflepuff's gold cup," said Chiara, and after making sure Snape could remember, she erased the pattern with a wave of her hand, "Gringotts will activate anti-theft measures for important vaults, and they will Apply the Fire and Duplication Charms to the items in the vault, whenever you touch—"

Snape's eyes flickered slightly: "How can you be sure that this vault has anti-thief measures?"

Chiara said as a matter of course: "I'll know when I touch it."

Snape felt that he could hear the sound of his own blood hitting the eardrum for a moment. Before the blood pressure became irreparably high, he grabbed Chiara by the collar and dragged her back forcefully: "Obviously there are so many kinds of experiments. Why do you always pick the one that hurts you the most?"

Even with the body of a grown woman, Snape pulled Ziara behind him with ease.She tried to struggle, but she didn't dare to struggle too much, she could only say a little aggrieved: "Because this is the fastest."

Seeing that Snape seemed resolute in his reluctance to let her try with touch, Ziara had to resort to a backup plan.She took out the suitcase that seemed to be able to hold all kinds of things. After groping around, she took out a pair of dragon leather gloves and handed them to Snape, beckoning him to put them on.

Obviously, when Chiara was preparing, she didn't expect to kill a Snape, so she only prepared a pair of dragon leather gloves to deal with the "Fire Curse" cast on the treasure.

Snape was not in a hurry to put the gloves on, he grabbed the dragon leather gloves and stared at her suitcase that seemed to hold anything: "Then what do you use?"

Immediately afterwards, Ziara took out a pair of large iron pliers with a length of one meter from the suitcase.

Snape's eyes froze when he watched Chiara pull out the big iron pincers like a sword, and before he opened his mouth to ask, Ziara took the initiative to explain: "This is a poker, for To add charcoal to the fireplace."

But Chiara is more familiar with another usage of this kind of big iron pliers. She has never seen any fireplace in her previous life. In her memory, this thing is mainly used by sanitation workers to pick up garbage on the street.

But there was no need to tell Snape that.

"Let's look separately, please look for the left side, I'll look for the right side." Chiara gestured twice with the poker, "The gold cup should be placed on a higher shelf, and I'll use this to clamp it when I find it Come out and destroy it on the spot."

Snape was not used to following orders from students, but he chose to remain silent today.He put on the dragonhide glove on his right hand, and gave back the left one to Chiara.

"One is enough for me," he said.

Chiara didn't go to pick up the gloves at the first time, her expression was a little hesitant and conflicted.Snape glanced at her, and said in a low tone, "The less injuries you suffer, the greater the chance that we'll get back unscathed in a while."

Having said that, Chiara immediately put on the gloves in persuasion.Snape turned his eyes back to the inside of the vault, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

He has mastered some tricks to deal with Chiara, but the more he is familiar with this kind of words that can influence Chiara's decision, the more he realizes how serious her psychological problems are.

Chiara didn't care if she got hurt, and she didn't feel that she deserved to be protected.The only thing that can make her compromise is the progress of the mission and his safety. From a certain point of view, she is even seeking to exchange the progress of the mission by hurting herself—because perhaps only by doing so can she feel that she is valuable.

He didn't like this "value" at all.

Snape and Chiara stood tacitly about half a meter away from the various treasures in the vault. Their equally dark eyes looked in completely different directions, but they both quickly and carefully scanned the shelves. Stacked items, trying to find the gold cup in the shortest time.

Chiara didn't think as much as Snape did. She didn't dare to stop searching for a moment on the shelf, as carefully as if she was reading a Chinese composition question in the college entrance examination room.After about a minute and a half, she raised the poker and pointed the tip of the long iron clip somewhere near the ceiling of the vault: "There!"

Snape looked in the direction she pointed out, and after a second or two of identification, he really found a golden cup with two ears that might be half the size of a human palm.

Finding the gold cup meant that half of the task had been completed, and Snape relaxed a little.Rabbi Zia measured the distance between her and the golden cup, then stretched out her arms, raised the poker, and tried to reach the golden cup.

The poker wasn't long enough, and Chiara missed it on the first try.She moved her left and right hands very carefully, trying to free her right hand to hold the wand and cast the Transfiguration Charm on the poker to lengthen it, but the poker inevitably swayed from side to side when changing hands, and the clip head just hit a pendulum. The skull on the lower level of the cup.

"Bang!"

A duplicated skull landed from mid-air and hit the thick layer of Galleon on the ground.This impact led to a new round of duplication, and several skulls bounced and were duplicated, and the Galleons also began to increase and thicken like a fountain, and grew geometrically like a snowball. stand up.

Chiara's face instantly turned as pale as the skeleton that was rolling more and more——what she was most worried about really happened.

Snape realized right away that there was going to be a big problem. Galleons and skeletons would soon start overflowing. He immediately turned his head and urged Chiara: "Go and clamp!"

The palms of Chiara's hands were already sweaty, and she almost miscast the spell when she cast the Transfiguration Charm with her wand on the poker.After lifting the poker again, which had been much longer and harder to control, she wasn't sure if she would succeed this time.

She had to succeed, she had to succeed, if Snape didn't get the gold cup out quickly, Snape would be drowned by the scalding Garen...

But her second attempt still failed. The poker touched the golden cup this time, but the moment the golden cup was touched, it began to replicate and split, which shocked Zia when she pulled the handle of the pliers together and didn't hold it firmly, " "呲" slid away from the edge of the gold cup.

Now there is a large pool of gold cups in the treasury that have begun to replicate.

It didn't take too long from the first failure to the second failure. From the perspective of Snape who was watching, it was only half a minute.Although Garen gushing from the floor like a spring looked scary, it wasn't irreversible.

Snape was still relatively calm. He felt that Chiara's third attempt was very likely to succeed on the premise that he had reached the gold cup.

But the third attempt was delayed.

Snape turned his head to look, and Chiara's eyes were fixed on the golden cup, her breathing was light and fast, and her complexion was as pale as if she had been touched by a ghost.

"Chiara?"

When she found out that she had failed her second attempt, Chiara almost threw away the poker and plunged into the scorching gallon to drown herself.

She actually failed twice?

How dare she fail twice? !

The demon who drove Ziara to death in her previous life was not just depression.She has a strong personality, and every time she fails in front of others, it is like slapping herself in the face. If someone wins first in something, it will make her sleepless all night.Opening her eyes is "Why can't I even do this well", and closing her eyes is "Am I worthy of sleeping like this?" For a moment, the fuzzy person whose mind is full of imaginings is pointing and laughing at her behind her back.

Years of mental stress quickly transformed into a pair of twin psychological disorders, one called depression and the other called anxiety.The pair of demons pulled her one after the other, making it impossible for her to walk an inch, and soon jumped into the bottomless abyss of death.

Ziara knows that the roots of her depression have not been cleared away, but her anxiety disorder has rarely occurred in her life, at least not a few times have affected her life, and it has not caused huge confusion, fear and self-consciousness like it is now. Hatred engulfed her so that she couldn't move.

The deafening "buzzing" sound echoed in Chiara's ears, and for a few seconds she couldn't hear the sound of the outside world at all, and waves of darkness swirled around the golden cup that stood securely on the shelf, disturbing her The five senses are confused and there is no peace.

Chiara's breathing got deeper and heavier.She swallowed reflexively, but found that there was nothing in her mouth that she could swallow.The back of the head fluttered intermittently, and the whole person seemed to be standing on cotton, obviously down-to-earth, but could be turned around at any time.

The time was very short, maybe only five or six seconds had passed, but these five or six seconds were like a nightmare to Ziara, as long as her previous life.

"Chiara?"

That voice was calling, calling her a name that she was not used to all the time.

"Chiara."

But Chiara knew that she liked hearing him call her, hearing him address her in every tone, whether it was the admiring, flat, sarcastic "Miss Lowe" or the urgent and sullen "Chiara", this was her. The identity that can be discarded at any time is also precious together with the name.

Because she knew full well that she couldn't get much more from Severus Snape.

She doesn't ask for more.

In her previous life, Chiara had an unspeakable hobby, at least she thought it was unspeakable—she liked reading novels, especially online novels.

For a top student whose family, class, and grade hopes are placed on him, reading online novels is undoubtedly a crime worthy of lightning strikes just like puppy love, so Chiara kept this hobby well hidden.Compared with those hobbies that can make people addicted, reading novels is more like a means of escaping reality for her, because she can temporarily forget the heavy anxiety in reality and forget that she must be the best of herself.

There are all kinds of powerful characters in the novel, they are the sword god who is hard to find defeat, or the hero who lives in seclusion on the island, or the prince who is deep and forbearing, or the athlete who has experienced countless failures but finally reached the peak... …Oh, of course, there are also more unusual characters, such as oily hair, sallow complexion, aquiline nose, mean-speaking awkward potions professor.

Their strength is the strength of protecting others. They can always come out at the best time and reach out to the protagonist in desperate situation.They are the "knight" in literature, the knight raised his sword and guarded everything behind him.

But closing the novel, Chiara knew that her knight would never appear in reality.It was like this in the previous life, and it is also like this in this life.

Every girl wants to be a princess and be rescued by a knight, but when Chiara was struggling with depression in her previous life, she never believed that someone would appear on colorful clouds to save her.Not in her first sleepless night, not in the thrill of mutilating herself, not in her last cry for help before dying.

She had no choice, and her self-esteem and anxiety did not allow herself to lie in the bushes and wait in panic all day long.

The girl with no noble blood stood up and drew her long sword.If there is only one knight in her world, it must be herself.

Snape's reminding call woke up Chiara, and she suddenly realized that she was no longer the lonely ghost who could die no matter how much she gave up on herself, she was still holding the long sword now, and she had to look up Fight on with your chest up, against the vault's security measures, against the Horcruxes, against Voldemort, against your own demons.

Those fantasies of being a princess must be cut off, and when Chiara took her own life for the first time, she knew that no one could save her, but she could be a knight who saved others!

Moving the poker upwards again, Ziara forced herself to clear her mind of all distractions, not thinking about the consequences of failing for the third time, not thinking about what a vile and vulgar person she was, not thinking about what Snape would think of it I can't even hold a gold cup. I can't do myself well.Only the golden cup was reflected in her trembling pupils, the golden cup that should be smashed between Snape and the happy ending.

"I'm here." She responded softly, "Don't worry, I can do it."

The poker slowly approached the cup.Ziara bit her lower lip, trying to keep her clamp hand as steady as a surgeon's, but her face was still pale and bloodless.

don’t worry?

"Did you do something wrong?"

Chiara looked sideways in astonishment, but Snape had already reached out to her, holding her wrist with his callused palm.

As if teaching a student how to stir a potion as usual, Snape took her hand firmly and opened his jaws straight to the golden cup on the high shelf.

"I'm still standing next to you. No matter what, it's not your turn to comfort me, nor is it your turn to take things down."

Snape stood half a step behind Chiara, and because of the position of holding the poker, it was as if he was speaking right into Chiara's ear.And Chiara's heart was completely messed up, she let Snape dictate her actions, and then watched him forcefully turn his third attempt into a success.

The poker held the golden cup firmly, and while closing the handles of the pokers, Ziara instinctively raised her wand, and said the shortened Transfiguration Charm to the pincers.The golden cup was recovered along with the shortened pincers until it left the range of the Lestrange vault, and it stopped replicating.

"Close the vault," Snape ordered the goblin.

The golden cup fell to the ground from the loosened clamps with a "clack", and Ziara quickly recovered from her stupor. She immediately raised her wand and pointed at the horcrux they had worked so hard to steal.

Fierce flames rose, but this time the flames did not turn into a prairie fire like last time, and Chiara was more and more able to control the burning degree of the flames. Soon, a wisp of black air shot out from the golden cup, and a distant and loud sound came out. A vicious howl.

[Target]: Destroy the Horcrux Gold Cup

[Progress]: Completed

After completing the mission, Fiendfire was quickly extinguished by Ziara.Snape didn't say anything, just watched quietly, and after Chiara disposed of the poker with the Vanishing Charm, he asked, "What are you going to do with the remains of the golden cup?"

"I don't care." Chiara picked up the suitcase, her forehead covered with dense beads of sweat, "This is Hufflepuff's thing, you can take it back with you if you think it is worth commemorating."

Snape gave a sneering laugh, "What do I want Hufflepuffs for?"

Chiara shrugged her shoulders: "I'm not interested in it either."

Even so, Chiara picked up the cup with her dragon-gloved hand, wrapped it carefully in a handkerchief, and threw it into her suitcase.

"Aren't you not interested?" Snape asked as he sat back in the stroller.

Ziara managed to regain her composure, she steadied her voice and replied, "Yes, but I can go back and update the will, and donate it to Hogwarts after I die, which can be regarded as a small contribution to the school."

Snape: ...Wait a minute.

What will?

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The author has something to say:

Xiaoqi's anxiety has appeared before, and some people may not have similar experiences. When the anxiety disorder develops to the severity of the disease, a person will completely lose the courage to do anything, and the whole person will freeze. I have all kinds of uncomfortable feelings in my body, and I can't do anything.

By the way, various phobias, stress and PTSD are all types of anxiety disorders

(The above nonsense is based on medical theory, because I just studied psychiatry this semester, and when it comes to anxiety, I listened carefully to the class and took a lot of notes!)

BGM: Burn It All Down, the theme song of S11 of the League of Legends professional league. This song has nothing to do with the Cavaliers, but it has witnessed the rise of the Cavaliers.

Chiara: I am the knight who protects you!I'm coming!

Snape: I don't need it! ! !

Fast forward to two man fencing (it's not)