HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Although their professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year are well-known, and they have a lot of admirers in the wizarding world, it is impossible for Snape to have any good impressions of the other party no matter what—not to mention that he doesn't know This is the first time I have been rejected as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.Obviously, the discord between Mr. Lockhart and Snape's attributes is as obvious as the hair color of the two.

Even Harry, who was used to Snape finding faults anytime and anywhere after a year, felt something was wrong - since the beginning of school, the probability of him meeting Snape outside the potions classroom has been greatly reduced. Dro Lockhart, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who seemed to Harry to have Snape's brains in a jar in the Potions Office, kept showing up, annoying the boy.

——Perhaps the tragic situation of him being entangled by Lockhart made Snape, who had a deep disgust for him, couldn't help feeling sympathetic.Harry couldn't help thinking that sometimes.

It wouldn't have been too difficult for the Potions Master to discover that Lockhart was a complete idiot, given how hard he tried to flaunt his stupidity, but it only made his decision to Dumbledore even more difficult. Feel resentful.

However, compared to last year's undercurrents, this semester has been very peaceful. At least this year, there is no Dark Lord stuck behind the professor's forehead to make trouble.

This idea of ​​everyone was shattered on Halloween.

Dumbledore was attracted by the exclamations of the students and Filch's screams. He walked out of the auditorium in confusion, and almost all the professors followed him.

The old man first looked around the surrounding situation, and sternly stopped Filch, who was a little crazy. He walked through the students who spontaneously moved out of the way to the three children who obviously came from different directions from the other students, and stretched out his hand to straighten Filch. Mrs. Norris, stiff and lifeless, was removed from the stand.

With the cat in his hand, he glanced at Snape when he turned around, and nodded reassuringly at the castle administrator who looked resentfully.

"Come with me, Filch—and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger." When these names were pronounced, even Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder about them. A child's unique 'good luck' sighed in his heart.

Snape, who received Dumbledore's gaze, raised his eyes to look around the four of them, and was about to secretly ask Mr. Headmaster something, but his questioning gaze was met by Lockhart who hurriedly approached him. blocked.This made the man couldn't help but glared angrily at the idiot who had robbed him of his position.

"My office is closest to here, the principal—it's upstairs—" the blond man said courteously, and got a polite smile from the old man.

"Thank you, Gilderoy."

The idiot who had completely lost his mind in Snape's eyes was suddenly happy as if he had made some great contribution, and followed Dumbledore with great vigor.Professor McGonagall and Snape also followed, but the Potions Professor's expression was more gloomy than usual.

Dumbledore entered the office full of Lockhart's photos (Snape gave a cold snort at this) and carefully inspected the dead cat in the corridor. After a while, the old man straightened up and stood silently with Snape, who was in the shadows at the door, looked at each other, and slightly shook his head invisibly.

"She's not dead, Filch." The old man cast his eyes on Filch nearby - the sad administrator was slumped on a chair and weeping.Lockhart, who was babbling about how many murders he had prevented, stopped suddenly (this made Snape sneer again, but at the moment, everyone's attention was not on him, and no one noticed that he was out of place laughter).

However, even if Mrs. Norris - the cat had not died, it could not completely relieve Filch's resentment towards Harry.The old castle employee insisted on accusing Harry of being the murderer, even though Dumbledore had firmly stated that second-year students were never capable of such abilities.

Of course Snape believed in Dumbledore's judgment - even if he didn't check it himself, the Potions Professor's profound knowledge of the dark arts would have allowed him to judge that such a petrification spell was definitely not something Potter could do.

"Please allow me to say something, Principal." He said standing in the shadows, with a strange smile on his unhappy face.

"Perhaps Potter and his friends just weren't supposed to be in that place at that time," said Snape, with a sneer on his face that made him look suspicious of what he was saying, "but we did have a series of Why on earth did they go up the corridor? Why didn't they come to the Halloween party?"

There was an undisguised malicious gleam in his black eyes, he confronted the three children lightly for a few words, then turned back to Dumbledore, with a more obvious smile on his face.

"My opinion is that Potter isn't quite telling the truth," he said, looking at Dumbledore, not trying to hide his complacency from all. "We should perhaps revoke some of his privileges until he gets things as they are." Tell us honestly. Personally, I think it's best to let him leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he's honest."

——Snape would not refuse when he could make trouble for Potter.

Before Dumbledore could express his opinion, Professor McGonagall had rejected the proposal.And Dumbledore's refusal followed: "Innocent until proven guilty, Severus." He said, blue eyes casting an accusing glance at the young man behind the glasses, which made Stanley Nep looked exceedingly annoyed.

But no matter what, Mrs. Norris was petrified.

And out of disgust for Lockhart, Snape refused to appear anywhere where he might meet this man - anyway, Dumbledore had made it clear that it was not the work of Death Eaters or the Dark Lord, so he naturally had nothing to worry about of.

In order to avoid a certain blond Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Snape had to stay away from all lively places, and naturally, the crowded Quidditch match was even less likely to have the Potions professor in attendance.He didn't want to watch this boring ball game and have to endure some famous person's bombast.

This also led to him not knowing what kind of accident happened the day before until the next day-not to mention the bone in Potter's arm was taken out, it was just a minor injury from consuming some potions anyway.What caught his attention was the petrification of another little Gryffindor.

However, Dumbledore's calmness as the "greatest white wizard" still affected the attitude of the professors to some extent. Although the reason for the petrification has not been found yet, there is no tension among the professors.Even Lockhart was excited about it, thinking it was "another adventure for Lockhart".

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In the third week of December, Snape received a note from Dumbledore.

The author has something to say:

Hey, little ones, here is the author who hates his own writing (Oh my god, what kind of messed-up account did I write _(:з」∠)_)

I may have to stop for a few days to sort out the story behind. . . . . .I feel that the more I write, the more watery orz is sad. Now I don’t feel like I just started the article.

I'll be back by April anyway