magic sacrifice

The medical wing was overcrowded.

Hermione insisted on dragging Harry to find Madam Pomfrey, and she saw a long queue outside the medical wing from tens of feet away. The unconscious students (and teachers) occupied the long corridor in a daze. There are no seats left.

Harry shook his head, covered his forehead and slipped away while the crowd was crowded.

"I'm fine, really," he said to the worried witch with great sincerity, he emphasized it again, and then quickly changed the subject, "Instead of worrying about me, you might as well think about Professor Dumbledore—"

"Yes! He signed a soul contract with that demon, and he must be bewitched by him now!"

"I didn't mean that," said Harry, taking a deep breath.They're back in the Room of Requirement now, the DA's badge set aside, half an hour before the scheduled party.

Ron opened his mouth, as if he wanted to doubt something, but he still didn't say anything.Harry ignored him, staring straight at Hermione, who froze for a moment.

"You mean... Hogwarts?" she snapped.

"What?" said Ron, the only one left out.

"Hogwarts," the witch explained absently, "the headmaster of Hogwarts is still held by Headmaster Dumbledore. He can easily open the defense of the entire castle in Hogwarts, and he can Appoint professors of various disciplines with the approval of the school board, and even freely decide most of the affairs of the school..."

"Acting principal."

"Harry?" Hermione asked, this time even her face was a little uncertain and shaken, "You just... What the hell..."

Harry shrugged.

"That's all I heard," he admitted, "well—the stuff just now—very little, just a sentence or two from Professor Dumbledore. I think he's probably planning to do something, and this The matter requires that he cannot remain at Hogwarts for long to fulfill his duties as Headmaster."

"what's up?"

"I don't know," said Harry, looking a little discouraged.

"Hey, buddy, I didn't even know you had this special ability?" Ron clasped his shoulders and asked indifferently, "But who is the acting principal?"

This time Harry was silent.

He didn't answer that he didn't know, and he didn't lie and just casually mentioned his name...

Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

There is no doubt that the temperature in the Response Room is suitable, the bright floor is polished to a soft light, blankets and cushions are scattered around, and simple carvings of different shades peek out from the walls.In another ten minutes or so, the DA members should arrive, and they don't have much time to be alone like this.

"Who is it?" Hermione asked cautiously first.

Harry glanced at her.In fact, both of their faces are a little pale now.

"Well—is it inconvenient to say, or is it because that person—is scary?"

No, definitely not Grindelwald.Just imagine, a first-generation Dark Lord resident at Hogwarts!Is this the rhythm of planning to bloodbath Hogwarts? !

Harry shook his head hard.

"Not Professor McGonagall?" Ron spoke quickly, looking relieved, and pretended to make a Muggle cross, "Thank God, she is so strict!"

Hermione glared at him viciously, and twisted her head angrily to analyze.

"It's not because he, or she, is scary," she continued, "that person shouldn't be there at all?"

Harry stared at her, continued to shake his head, but nodded quickly.

"No, it's not," he finally worked up the courage to let go, shuddering, "I didn't shake my head just now to deny—he's really scary, I mean, he really shouldn't be there at all— Hell, I should have said that..."

He organized his speech upside down for a long time, finally closed his eyes, and spoke in a self-defeating manner.

"It's Severus Snape."

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Recently, I have been rushing, rushing, rushing [give yourself some wax

Ah... I hope tomorrow will be better