HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Although he wasn't very happy in his heart, Snape couldn't do anything that didn't come true as promised.But that doesn't mean it's his responsibility to put up with some Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's rants about—

"Except your weapons!"

The tip of the Potions Professor's wand emitted a dazzling red light, and it hit Lockhart who was chattering just now, causing him to fly backwards, hit the wall, and then slid down, curled up on the floor .

After a while, amidst the cheers of the students, the blond-haired Defense Against the Dark Arts professor staggered to his feet, trying to restore his image despite his embarrassment—even though in fact he was already in the eyes of the boys. There is no image.

"Well, you see!" He said, staggering back onto the stage, "It's a disarming charm—as you can see, I lost my wand—oh, thank you You, Miss Brown." He took his own wand from the audience, smiled and winked at the girl.

"Yes, Professor Snape, it's a great idea to show them this trick." Lockhart turned back and continued, "But--you don't mind if I say this, your intention for such a move just now It's obvious. If I want to stop you, there's nothing I can do..."

Snape's face, which had been relieved a little because of the bad breath, suddenly turned cold, and he glared at him with a murderous expression.Lockhart probably noticed it too, and hurriedly changed the subject and announced the end of the demonstration.

The two professors began to walk through the crowd, pairing the students in pairs.

Naturally, it was completely unrealistic for Snape not to get Potter into trouble at a time like this.He walked up to Harry, the malice in his eyes not bothering to hide it.

"Malfoy, come here. Let's see what kind of person you can make the famous Potter." His eyes shifted to Hermione next to him, and he became indifferent, "As for you—— Miss Granger, you are paired with Miss Millison."

Malfoy walked over with a smug smile on his face.

Soon after Lockhart announced the start, the students huddled together in confusion, using no spell at all - which caused the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to jump anxiously around the crowd, trying to give some advice. Very effective advice, but he soon found that he was completely ignored.

The blond professor had no choice but to return to the stage in the center of the room and cleared his throat loudly.

"I think I'd better teach you how to stop unfriendly magic." He looked at the chaotic auditorium in a panic, glanced at Snape, and looked away immediately. "Volunteer a couple, please—Longbottom and Finlayly, how are you?"

Snape's dark eyes focused on Lockhart, and he grinned. "That's a bad idea, Professor Lockhart," he said, gliding across the stage like a large vicious bat.

"How about Potter and Malfoy?" He stood on the edge of the stage and watched the two students whose names were called from a distance, with a smile on his face.

The two children obeyed Lockhart's orders and walked to the center of the auditorium.Snape ignored his colleague's advice to Potter, and walked briskly to Draco's side.

"Use 'Oolong out of the hole'." He whispered in the boy's ear—it was a special kind of magic that could summon a snake.

——Can kill people, can turn people into petrification.Such things were pitifully rare, not to mention that Dumbledore had specifically mentioned Lockhart—the Potions Professor's eyes were scrutinizing the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor coldly without anyone noticing.Ask him to say, if this idiot is really the Dark Lord's disguise, and thinking about Quirrell last school year, Snape would have to admire the Dark Lord for bearing the humiliation.

Lockhart was unaware of Snape's malevolent gaze. "Three, two, one—go!" he yelled.

Draco quickly raised his wand and roared, "Once out!"

As Snape expected, the boy's spell was very successful - how could Malfoy not teach his son two magic spells for protection.

A huge black snake sprang from the tip of Draco's exploding wand and landed heavily between the two of them, head held high for the attack.Snape's gaze was fixed on Lockhart's face, not missing any of his expressions.However, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor looked completely frightened, showing nothing unusual.

The Potions Master had no choice but to step forward: "Don't move, Potter." He said slowly, as if he was very pleased with Potter's dumbfounded look, "I'll get it away..."

At this moment, Lockhart seemed to react suddenly, and rushed forward: "Let me do it!" he shouted, raising his wand.

Snape turned his head sharply to look at him.

As always, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's spell completely backfired, and the enraged black snake quickly swam towards the students.Snape took a quick step forward, trying to dislodge the snake before it could reach the student.

However, things always like to develop in unexpected directions——when he heard the cold hiss that was familiar to the bone marrow, the potions professor quickly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, his pupils suddenly contracted violently, and his whole body They were all stunned on the spot.

—It's Potter!

He only felt a chill emerge from his heart, spreading to his limbs and bones.

"What trick do you think you're playing?"

The student's angry and terrified shouts brought Snape back to his senses. He stepped forward, turned the snake lying on the ground away, and looked at Potter with a confused expression in his eyes.

Potter was quickly dragged away by his friends - it has to be said that Gryffindor friendships can be solid sometimes.

Snape also had no intention of staying in the auditorium any longer. He hurriedly dismissed the students who were still in a panic, and walked towards the principal's office on the eighth floor alone.

— "Potter!"

Dumbledore was taken aback by the Potions Master who suddenly barged in. He put down the newspaper in his hand and straightened up from the soft chair: "Severus, what's the matter? What happened to Harry?"

Staring at Dumbledore's blank expression for a while, the man twisted the corner of his mouth and showed an ugly smile that he didn't know whether it was irony or sarcasm: "Potter—is a Parseltongue."

After saying this, he seemed to have finally lost all support, and sat down on the chair in Dumbledore's office exhausted and limp.

Dumbledore's expression also suddenly became ugly, the old man frowned tightly in thought, and after a while he breathed out slowly: "Relax, Severus - I think, things are not as you thought That's bad - I don't think it should be possible for Voldemort to have taken Harry's body."