The day to become the final boss

The next morning, the sky was gloomy, with black clouds pressing down very low, and it looked as if a heavy rain would fall at any moment.

But even with such bad weather, Hogwarts has a Quidditch match.

When Snape came to the arena, the storm had already begun-the angry Potions professor couldn't understand why people were so enthusiastic about the stupid sport of Quidditch, even though it was windy and rainy, the whole school teachers The students still came out in full force as usual, and sat in the auditorium early to wait and see.

Looking at the noisy crowd with umbrellas and cloaks in front of him, Snape's distaste for the broomstick sport, which he had never liked, had reached a record high - because there will always be people who are patronized by all kinds of bad luck in Quidditch matches. The savior came to the arena with his "Nimulator 2000" again.

This match is Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff.If it wasn't for bloody little Potter, Snape would be hiding in the cellar reading or brewing potions instead of being forced to watch the most annoying broomsticks in such inclement weather.

Mrs. Hooch blew her whistle, the shrill whistle dimmed by the heavy rain.

Players from both sides circled up and the game began.

Snape stared closely at the shrinking figure of the Savior, watching him fly higher and higher, so high that the naked eye could hardly reach it in such bad weather.Mr. Snape cursed viciously in his heart that Merlin should have blessed little Potter to be half-dead by lightning and sent directly to the medical wing to avoid more troublesome problems.

But Merlin ignored his curse, and the game continued in the storm.

Wizards riding brooms in mid-air swayed like willow leaves in a strong wind.

Snape didn't open his umbrella. If you were careful, you would find that he was dry from hair to robe, and the obsidian ring on the potions professor's left ring finger was faintly glowing darkly.

The weather got worse and there was thunder, making it difficult for the contestants to compete.At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly screamed.Through the heavy rain, the voice sounded like a layer of membrane, so it was not so clear, but the people nearby could hear it.They couldn't help but remove their umbrellas and look up at the sky - and then the screaming people became a whole.

Merlin!Dementors!

At some point, a hundred or so dementors had gathered in the sky. Their dark and ragged figures looked even more chilling under the lightning that pierced the sky, approaching the arena with icy air.

The crowd in the stands was in chaos, and at this moment, the savior of the sky fell from the broom - the crowd was so crowded that Snape had no time to draw out his wand, and he only had time to shout "Mel S!"

There was a dark light indistinguishable to the naked eye flashed in the dark eyes. The savior was suddenly pulled out by an invisible force at a height of about two meters from the ground. After a very short buffer, Harry.Porter fell into the muddy water of the arena.

There was an uproar.

Dumbledore, with all white beard and hair, rushed to the arena quickly. He quickly checked the unconscious little Potter, then raised his wand angrily, and released a dazzling white light into the sky. There was something in the white light that he had never seen before. The huge bird rushed at the dementor.

If the dementors attacking the Quidditch field at Hogwarts was a coincidence that people talked about, then the disappearance of the Savior in the medical wing was a matter that caused panic throughout the wizarding world!

Of course, Dumbledore did not make this matter public.

At this time, the deans of the four Hogwarts houses gathered in the medical wing, their expressions were solemn.Madam Pomfrey covered the corner of her mouth with her hands, her face was full of fear and worry, and Dumbledore's face was as gloomy as the stormy weather outside.

"The last ones to visit little Mr. Potter were Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley from Gryffindor, but neither of them stayed long - because little Mr. Weasley's rats were coming On the way, Granger's cat ran away in fright, and he went to look for it. But when I sent them out, I came back and found that Potter was gone.—I swear, I swear to Merlin, he was indeed in a coma Yes, and definitely never outside the doors of the medical wing."

"It's the Portkey." Snape touched his left arm, where there used to be an ugly Dark Mark.He looked at Dumbledore, and told the old headmaster that he would go to Malfoy Manor soon - as early as many years ago, Snape, who had studied a lot of ancient magic and ancient black magic, removed the mark, while Lucius In order to one day bury the Dark Lord with his own hands and enjoy the sweet fruit of revenge, he also kept it on his left arm.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his sharp blue eyes looked a little dark.

If anyone wants to take Harry the most.If Potter gets out, then there's no doubt Voldemort and the Death Eaters...or maybe Black?

In fact, Dumbledore has always suspected that Black was wronged, and that incident back then was indeed very strange.But he couldn't provide any real evidence. The Order of the Phoenix, which had just won the war, was severely suppressed by the Ministry of Magic. Black, who didn't complain for himself, was naturally chosen by Dumbledore to give up.

All for the greater good, defending a man who voluntarily entered Azkaban takes a lot of time and energy and galleons - and with these time and gold, Dumbledore can defend the heroes who died in the war. Orphans, seek more pensions and post-war treatment from the Ministry of Magic.

But even if Black is really innocent, living in Azkaban for more than ten years is enough to turn him into a real lunatic.

After explaining a few words briefly, Snape left early - he needed to connect to Malfoy Manor through the fireplace in the cellar office.

The gloomy Potions Professor hurried back to the cellar, seeing his little wizards turn pale all the way, quickly retreating and shivering, for fear of touching the most terrifying professor's mold that looked more terrifying than usual.

As he opened the office, a hand dragged him in.

"I don't have time to play with you, Moores, Potter is gone." Snape shook off his partner's hand, stepped over the fireplace in two steps, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it in, and said loudly: " Malfoy Manor!"

"He's here - Harry Potter is at Hogwarts." Wan Mo said casually.

Snape, who was about to get into the fireplace, stopped suddenly, and he turned around: "What did you say?"

"Potter—the savior is at Hogwarts." Wan Mo unfolded the parchment in his hand to him, a map as dense as a spider's web thread.

This map details every corner of Hogwarts except the Forbidden Forest.There are also many small names on it that move along the map.He leaned over to take a closer look, and the map showed that Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Sprout were all gathered in the medical wing, while he was in the cellar office (Wan Mo belonged to the shielded object) ) He looked down the white fingers - he saw Harry.Potter was in the Gryffindor common room.

"What is this?" Snape stared at the parchment, his eyebrows raised because of the lack of neat writing.

"Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are all the wisdom crystallization of their school days - relying on it, they can avoid everyone they want to avoid when they violate school rules - except me." Wan Mo smiled gently Then, the light-colored moist lips curled up beautifully.

Snape's expression was as disgusting as if he had swallowed a dozen caterpillars alive. Of course he knew who the owners of those childish nicknames were.

He frowned and fell silent for a moment before saying, "Where's Potter? In the Gryffindor lounge?"

"Honey, why don't you go and see for yourself."

The Savior is indeed in the Gryffindor common room.

He was pale and shaking in bed when Snape found him.Since the little wizards were still in class at this time, no one noticed that the savior was bleeding to the point of collapse.

Lily and old Potter, whose faces were disguised by magic, were anxious in the portrait.

Snape quickly took out the shrinking potion box that he carried with him, and quickly took out several bottles of potions.He poured white meat on the nearly ten-inch bloody wound on the savior's arm, and after it smoked white smoke and quickly scabbed, he roughly pinched the child's chin open, and poured down the blood tonic.

The savior was choked and coughed.

"Oh, Merlin! You can't be so damn light?" Old Potter squeezed his big face against the frame of the portrait excitedly, and his face was deformed.

Snape gave him a sideways look, "If Mr. Potter thinks that my service is not meticulous enough, then you come."

Old Potter choked, staring into the frame.

Lily slapped him away and took her husband's place. "Severus, is Harry alright?" she asked eagerly, concern in her big emerald green eyes.

"I can't die." Snape poured another bottle of tranquilizer into Potter's mouth.When he stopped shaking and his pale face turned red, Snape asked, "What's going on here?"

"I don't know exactly, but Harry must have been taken out of Hogwarts at some point. He was injured and frightened, and he came back through the Portkey that Mr. Moores handed him— ―There are quite a few blank keys in the inheritance of the Potter family, and Moores set the transmission location here."

Snape looked at the sleepy little Potter, and then said to Lily, "I don't think you mind if I take him to see Dumbledore?"

"Of course." Lily nodded.

Snape drew his wand, levitated Potter, and took out the Marauder's Map to see if Dumbledore was still in the hospital wing.

At this time, old Potter suddenly saw the map, and he shouted: "Snape, why do you have our Marauder's Map? Hey--Peter, Potter is outside the door!" His face was suddenly filled with extreme anger And twisted.

Snape immediately threw little Potter onto the bed, his wand shot a red light, blew the door open, and then he saw—there was no one outside the door.

No, there is something.

Something small and dusty was sprinting away along the corner of the wall. It was a mouse, and it was about to disappear from his sight. "Incarcerous!" At the same time a low voice sounded, the tip of Snape's wand shot out a snake-like twisted rope, wrapping the mouse tightly.

The mouse screamed sharply, and it kept struggling to move its fat body forward, its small, bean-sized eyes were full of fear.

Snape lifted it by the rope, and he looked at the mouse carefully, his gaze swept over its bald head, and finally settled on the index finger of the missing right front paw.

He suddenly remembered something.

Snape brought the mouse to the portrait of the Potters, James.Potter stared at it, furious like a mad beast, beating the frame and yelling, "Damn Peter! Damn traitor!"

"What's going on here? Isn't Peter dead? Why is he a traitor?" Lily didn't react at all. She shook her arm and pulled Old Potter's arm. The matter of changing the secret keeper back then was hidden Lily performed.

Snape looked from the desperate mouse in his hand to the mad James.Potter, his face darkened.His deep and mellow voice was extremely low, but it was extremely dangerous, "I think—Mr. Potter should learn to be more honest."

Peter the mouse was completely desperate under Potter's gnashing of teeth in the angry accusation-in order to avoid this strange couple of portraits, he had hardly been in this room, and now he found that they turned out to be James, who could not leave a portrait. Tom and Lily - what a nightmare!