[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Not far away, the conversation between Uncle Eli and Cousin Isaac could be heard faintly.Harry heard his uncle say: "Yes, I can't say you're wrong, Isaac. It's human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If you want to fight for one thing in particular, then for this , sometimes it will inevitably conflict with the interests of others. For example, the cooperation between wizards and Muggles. The God of others, helping others decide their fate. Do you understand the difference between the two? Of course you can fight for yourself, but Dad hopes that no matter what you choose to do in the future, you can still look at me calmly and firmly like today , Tell me frankly, you have no shame in your choice, dare to look anyone in the eye."

Harry didn't know how they had come to such a complicated conversation, but he didn't have time to care now.He turned his head in bewilderment, looked around nervously, disturbed by the voice he heard.

torn?What rips, and who rips?

"Harry?" Hermione was looking in Professor Smith's direction, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something wrong with Harry, and turned to look at him, "What's wrong with you? Suddenly you seem very disturbed—you're worried about Isaac ?Professor Smith doesn't seem to be angry, although I don't know why their expressions are so serious, but there should be no need to worry."

"What? No, I know it's okay over there, Uncle Eli never loses his temper." Harry said distractedly, still looking around, listening to the voice, "Not over there, you didn't hear Sound? Someone talking tearing you apart? Sounds terrible."

"Who is saying that?" Ron asked suspiciously, and looked around, "I didn't hear anything."

Harry didn't have time to explain to Ron and Hermione who were dazed. He felt that the voice was fading away... He ran after the voice, and Ron and Hermione, who were bewildered, followed him.They walked along the corridor, turning here and there, panting after the voice in Harry's mouth.Its speed was very fast... Harry ran forward after the sound with shortness of breath, bumped into someone at the corner, and was grabbed by the collar at the back of his neck.

"Five points from Gryffindor." The man drew his voice and said slowly, "To remind Mr. Potter not to run in the school corridors."

"Professor!" Harry grabbed him with his backhand, and shouted eagerly amidst the rare shock of the other party, "Did you hear any sound?! A voice—he said he was going to tear someone—was ahead!"

Severus Snape frowned. He stared at Harry and took a careful look at him. After confirming that the anxiety on his face was not fake, he turned around with big strides, the hem of his robe fluttering behind him.

"Lead the way," he said simply.

They continued along the corridor, hurrying on.Snape walked forward, frowning and asked him, "What kind of sound? What did you hear? Describe it as it is, the more specific the better."

Harry and Ron and Hermione trotted along after him, and Harry panted, trying to describe the few words he heard: "The voice of a man speaking, breathy, very low, a man... he It's tearing something, I don't know what it is, the sound is a bit intermittent, I don't know where it's coming from... I don't know why I can hear it, Ron and Hermione both said they didn't hear anything. Can you Do you hear that, Professor?"

"No." Severus Snape said succinctly, "Maybe it's your hallucination, Potter, if you can't track down anything, I suggest you go to the school infirmary to have your ears or brain treated, Or your ears and brain, you should check regularly to make sure that your development and intelligence have not been affected by some messy elders."

Harry didn't know who he was talking about for a while, judging from the few words he had heard before, it was possible to say his father and his godfather... He had been specifically told about this matter before he entered school, his The godfather patted him on the shoulder solemnly and said: "If Snape makes things difficult for you at school, remember to tell me in time, Harry, I'll help you clean his greasy brain."

As for his father, he hadn't made any special comments about Snape, nor had he expressed any opinions about him.But Harry had discovered early on that Snape had an uncharacteristic dislike for his father, which had struck him as very strange, because his uncle had told him that Uncle Severus was his mother's best friend...but Harry hadn't After finding out that he did not appear in the wedding photo of his parents, Harry speculated that he must have a particularly bad relationship with his father, which to a certain extent aggravated his tension in front of Severus Snape. Of course, Snape's perennial stern countenance hadn't had any positive impact on their relationship either.

But he never felt that Snape would harm him. Uncle Sean once commented on him, saying that although some people always have an expression that everyone owes him a carload of Galleons, they are actually reliable and important. Emotional best friend.Harry had reservations about what he said and couldn't quite agree with it, but being able to get on well with both his godfather and Uncle Snape at the same time, there was no doubt that his words were of great reference value.

So at a time like this, it was a good thing for him to be able to run into Snape, even though Gryffindor took five points for it.During his run, Harry was distracted and mourned the point deducted from the academy. This distraction took two steps forward, and he was caught by the robe behind him.

how?Harry came back to his senses and turned to look at Snape who was walking behind him suspiciously.But Professor Snape didn't say anything to him this time, he stared straight ahead with a solemn expression.

Harry looked away from him, and was surprised to see that Ron and Hermione were also pale.He froze for a moment, then froze suddenly, and finally realized belatedly, what was the smell lingering in his nose...

It's bloody.

While holding his breath, Harry's face was pale, as if unable to react, he mechanically turned his head back little by little, looking at the road ahead.

At the end of the deserted corridor they saw, in a pool of fresh blood, a man looked at them in horror.

It's not accurate to say that. It should be said that the person looking at them is a part of a person—they all know this person, and it is Professor Quirrell who teaches them Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It is said that he taught Muggle studies before. Last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor resolutely resigned at the end of the semester out of consideration for his own safety. Professor Quirrell volunteered to take over the position, saying that he Want to gain some hands-on experience with magic.According to Fred and George, he taught well, a little better than last year's professor, much better than the year before that.

Harry hadn't expected to see him in this situation—to see his head.

All that remained was his head, resting on top of the big pool of blood.The panic and panic on his face was so vivid, so vivid that it seemed that no other part of his body had been lost.On the wall next to him, someone wrote a line of red words, which seemed to be written in his blood, and what is even more strange and frightening is that this line of writing is frighteningly familiar——Professor Quirrell The handwriting is very characteristic, not as elegant as other professors, his handwriting is more neat, only the letters y and g are outlined when writing, and the line of writing on the wall happens to be in line with this feature .

It said, "Those who associate with the Saviour, beware."

Harry had no time to worry about his friends flinching, he was shaking uncontrollably.He didn't know what to do now, he turned to Professor Snape at the side in a daze and stiffly, his voice trembling uncomfortably.

"I...I don't know...Professor, Uncle Severus..."

"You three, turn your backs," Snape said in a low voice.Seeing that the three of them were all frightened and no one moved, they manually twisted their bodies 180 degrees, raised their wands, first drew a warning line in front of them, and then walked to the public magic place beside them. Next to the phone, pick up the receiver and dial the number.

No one answered, only a busy tone coming from the handset.Snape breathed heavily, his face darkened.

"Of course, of course, when a principal is not at school." He said to himself, and then dialed another number.This time the call was successfully connected. When Professor McGonagall hurried over, he was accompanied by another person, Professor Eli Smith, who had just finished giving them a public elective class today.

"Uncle!" Harry seemed to come alive the moment he saw him.His sore and limp legs seemed to regain some strength at this moment, but their movements were still very stiff, unable to keep up with the movements of pulling out his legs, they just shook violently on the spot.

He had never seen such a cold expression on his uncle... Harry stared at him, saw him striding over, passing him, and together with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, passed through the blockade that had just been set up In the restricted area, come to the head of Professor Quirrell.

"Who did it?!" Professor McGonagall asked tremblingly, her voice changing, "Who--who--"

"What did it do?" Professor Snape said in a low voice, relatively calmly, "Where is the rest of Quirinus' body? Where is the murderer hiding? This corridor is a dead end, he died The time is still short, we chased all the way, the direction we came from is the only way.”

"Are you chasing after him?" Eli Smith asked in a deep voice, "Chasing after the murderer?"

"Harry said he heard the murderer's voice," Snape said. "The rest of us didn't."

Harry stood there dumbfounded, feeling his insides tightened into a ball.His uncle turned to look at him, their eyes met in mid-air, Harry's heart seemed to stop beating at this moment.

He felt his uncle staring at him closely, his eyes were sharper and colder than ever before.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to F6 for the grenade~

Happy Children's Day!The author who had a bad cold sent a holiday greeting weakly. I didn’t expect to write this chapter just today. I wondered if it would be better to delay it for another day (?) Then I thought it would not be easy anyway, so it’s better to read it earlier Get used to it early :)

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