HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

In the blink of an eye, it's Halloween for the new school year.Normally, Snape would not attend the banquet on this night, after all - this day is also the anniversary of Lily's death.

However, this year he rarely appeared in the Hogwarts auditorium on the night of October 31st - he couldn't help but come - Harry Potter seemed to have a troublesome physique. Ci, which was supposed to be a peaceful castle, seemed to have become troubled.

Under the circumstances, could he count on Potter not causing any trouble on a special day like Hallow's Eve?

It turned out that things were exactly as Snape had expected - while the students were enjoying the sumptuous Halloween banquet, Quirrell - the guy Dumbledore had specifically reminded him to pay attention to, rushed into the dining room.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts wore a big turban on his head askew, and his face was full of horror. Snape watched him staggeringly to Dumbledore's chair and leaned on the table, as if Otherwise he would not be able to support his own weight.

He was gasping for breath, and under the gaze of all the professors he stammered: "The troll—in the underground classroom—I—I thought you should know." After finishing speaking, he looked supportive. Unable to stop, he fell to the floor and passed out.

The restaurant suddenly became chaotic, and the professors looked at each other. If I remember correctly, when Dumbledore invited the professors to find a way to arrange the protection around the Sorcerer's Stone at the faculty meeting, Quirrell said that he would use giant monsters to protect it. The Sorcerer's Stone, right?

However, the students in the cafeteria who had already panicked when they heard the news gave them no time to think. Dumbledore raised his wand and used his magic power to make several piercing fireworks explosions from the tip of his wand to silence the students. down.

"Prefect," the old man's voice was calm and low, with a soothing power, "immediately lead the students from your academy to the dormitory."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Snape, who had already stood up, and the young man nodded slightly and unobtrusively.

With the order, the prefects, who were excellent students in all grades, quickly calmed down, commanded the students to line up and return to the common room of each college with ease and loudly.

Under Dumbledore's whispered instructions, several professors hurried out from the various exits of the restaurant, checking the places where the troll might have passed.

Seeing that all the students had almost left, Dumbledore looked at Snape again.The Potions Professor glanced at Quirrell who was still fainted on the ground, followed the hint given to him by Dumbledore, and hurried towards the corridor on the fourth floor where the Sorcerer's Stone was "placed" - Dumbledore hadn't actually The Philosopher's Stone was placed in the secret room on the fourth floor. The reason why the Philosopher's Stone was released early in the corridor on the fourth floor was mainly to lure those Death Eaters who might be lurking in the dark.

And that's what Snape was going to do now—he was going to go to that room to make sure there were no other Death Eaters while Quirrell was being watched by Dumbledore.

Meanwhile, Ron and Harry finally realized that Hermione didn't even know about trolls, and was still crying in the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

Concerned about Hermione's safety, the two boys hesitated for a while, blended into the crowd, walked out of the Gryffindor College line, and hurried to the women's room.

Contrary to the expectations of the two newly enrolled first-year boys, the troll who should have been in the basement classroom actually appeared on the second floor, and was locked into the women's bathroom by accident.

The two boys, who realized this only after hearing Hermione's terrified screams, looked at each other with pale faces and didn't know what to do. However, the destructive power of the troll did not allow them to hesitate any longer—the two boys had to grab key, and nervously unscrewed the toilet door again, breaking into the girls' toilet for the first time in his life.

But at this moment, the two boys had no time to think about this question. The troll who was approaching Hermione with the book in the corner forced them to take immediate action.

The fight with the troll was fierce and difficult, but after a loud noise the troll was stunned by its own club which Ron had magically levitated.

However, their huge movement also attracted the professors, McGonagall and Professor Snape basically rushed into this corridor front and rear - even though the latter had just suffered a serious injury.The two of them glanced at each other quickly in the corridor, and the dean of Gryffindor rushed into the girls' bathroom first in a hurry - no matter how you think about it, you look like a Gryffindor student if you still run around in such a dangerous situation She really couldn't help but be in a hurry.

Snape strode in, followed by Quirrell, who was supposed to be with Dumbledore—the young, pale professor just glanced at the troll before clutching his chest and let out a weak sob. Sitting on a flush toilet, clutching the clothes on his chest tightly.

At this time, the deans of the two colleges had no time to take care of Quirrell, who was not in line with his position at all. Snape bent down to look at the troll, while Professor McGonagall stared at Ron and Harry with unprecedented eyes sharp.

The headmistress of Gryffindor was so angry that her lips were white: "What the hell are you playing?" She asked in a cold, high-pitched voice, "It's lucky that you didn't get killed by it. Why did you Why don't you stay in the dormitory honestly?"

Hearing that, Snape stood up, and quickly gouged out Harry with a threatening look. The boy was looking guilty, staring at the ground right and wrong, as if he really regretted his actions. .

Regarding this, the Potions Professor twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, and was about to say something when a low voice came from the shadows.

"Please don't, Professor McGonagall—they're looking for me."

"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall, who hadn't noticed Hermione curled up in the shadows at first, turned around in shock.

The girl, who was so frightened by the troll, finally struggled to stand up.

"I came for the troll because I—I thought I could handle it alone—you know, because I've read about them and know them well."

This girl, who has always been a good student in the eyes of the teachers, tried her best to defend the two boys, even Professor McGonagall was a little shaken.

"Oh—if that's the case..." Professor McGonagall stared at the two boys who seemed a little guilty, and pondered.

She actually believed Hermione's words, after all, the little girl had always been very good and respected her teacher very much, but—in her opinion, Ron and Harry probably didn't come to this place to find Hermione, but rather It is with the same idea as the little girl who wants to destroy the troll.

"Miss Granger, you silly girl, how can you think that you can deal with a monster as big as a mountain by yourself?" The old dean finally decided to spare the three children, pretending to believe the girl's words "I have to say with regret that five points will be deducted from Gryffindor because of this incident."

She turned to the two boys: "I'm still going to say you're lucky, there aren't many first years that can take on a full-grown troll. You've each earned five points for Gryffindor. I'll take the matter to a close." Tell Professor Dumbledore that you can go."

Snape watched Professor McGonagall make a verdict on this matter, although in his eyes this scene was completely a replica of the scene where Lupine helped Potter and the others in the hijackers group, he also There was still no sound.

The author has something to say:

I'm here to reiterate that the actions of Professor Dumbledore and the Professor and others are based on reasonable speculation based on the original book - or rather, I believe that's the case and hope you do too.

Ps. If the dialogue looks familiar to you—don’t doubt it, some of my dialogues are completely excerpted from the translation of “HP” published by People’s Literature Society.

Please comment, please collect, let me see where your little claws are!