HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Not Voldemort?Snape pondered, looking at Dumbledore questioningly, with some kind of anticipation.

"So..." he said slowly, "why do you think that is?"

The old man said calmly, "I don't know, Severus." Seeing the young man's suddenly agitated expression, he stretched out his hand soothingly to stop what he was about to say.

"Harry's Parseltongue isn't what matters now, Severus," he said. "Pay attention to that kid, okay? I don't think he's having a good time."

Dumbledore lowered his blue eyes and smiled: "The isolation of peers often does the most harm."

Snape was clearly dissatisfied with not getting an answer. He stared at Dumbledore for a while, making sure that the old man had nothing more to tell him, and stood up unhappily.

"Okay," he gathered his loose robe and said angrily, "Since you don't want to tell me anything—an ordinary professor, how can you ask me to do things for you?"

Dumbledore didn't say anything, and watched the Potions Master leave quietly.

Although Dumbledore did not get a satisfactory reply, the old man said "Potter is not the Dark Lord" somewhat comforted Snape.

The Potions Professor inspected the castle as usual at night, and found nothing unusual, so he went back to his office.

However, the next petrification will come sooner than anyone imagined——

The next afternoon, Potter was spotted again at the scene of the petrification incident.

This time, even Professor McGonagall, who didn't believe that Harry could do such a thing, had to secretly lament the boy's good luck.

She didn't say much, but sternly stopped the chattering crowd around her, and took Harry to Dumbledore's office.

There was no one in the office.But the Headmistress of Gryffindor didn't offer any explanation for this.She simply told Harry to wait in the office before turning around and going out - she still had to solve the mess among the students, and besides, it was very important to inform her colleagues to be alert.

After receiving the news, Dumbledore rushed back quickly. Before he had time to say anything to his teachers, he walked towards the office with a solemn expression.

"Professor—" Harry was startled by the sound behind him, and turned his head in a panic. "Your bird—I can't help it—it suddenly caught fire—"

Even Dumbledore, who was originally very worried, couldn't help smiling at the boy's frightened appearance.

"It's about time," he said. "He's been looking terrible for days, and I've been telling him to hurry up."

Seeing the astonished expression on Harry's face, the old man couldn't help but smiled softly.

"Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. A phoenix dies when it dies, and rises from the ashes."

After briefly explaining the characteristics of the phoenix to the flustered boy, Dumbledore walked to his chair and sat down.

Obviously, when Dumbledore sat down and looked at the boy with his light blue penetrating eyes, Harry, who had been slightly relaxed by the old man's explanation, became tense again.

However, before Dumbledore could say anything, the door of the office was pushed open with a loud bang.

Seeing the iconic tall figure of the visitor, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became a little helpless.

Harry turned his head in surprise, and saw Hagrid rushing in with eyes full of anger, still holding the dead rooster in his hand.

"Not Harry, Professor Dumbledore!" said the half-giant eagerly, in a loud, thunderous voice, "I was talking to the boy seconds before he was found." He's never going to have time..."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but Hagrid just yelled.He frantically waved the cock in his hand and sprinkled the feathers all over the place.

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore raised his voice after several unsuccessful attempts to intervene. "I don't think Harry attacked those people."

Hagrid's words stopped abruptly, and he backed away in embarrassment.

Not long after, Harry also exited Dumbledore's office, leaving only the old man rubbing his forehead with a headache.

Harry is hiding something, and Dumbledore has no doubts about it, but who stipulates that students cannot keep their ideas in front of the teacher.

He thought for a while alone, stood up and walked out of the principal's office.

……

Snape was sitting in his office grading homework.

Compared with the nervous panic of students in other houses, the students of Slytherin are much calmer.After all, it was the "Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets" that was opened, and the removal of impure blood had nothing to do with them.

There was a soft knock on the door.

The Potions Professor, who was grading homework and thinking about the problem, frowned suddenly.

"Come in." He said in a low voice, and the door opened.An old man in a blue robe stood outside the door, with a long silver-white beard hanging softly on his chest, and a ribbon bow of the same color as the clothes was tied on it.

"Severus." There was a gentle smile in Mr. Headmaster's eyes, "Such a beautiful weather is not suitable for being stuffed in a dark cellar."

"..." Snape pushed aside the incomprehensible papers in front of him, stood up and looked at Dumbledore, "What? I thought the troubles our dear 'Boy Who Lived' were facing were enough for our great headmaster to worry about." It's gone."

——This is still remembering the grudge that I didn't want to tell him last time.

"Oh," the headmaster cocked his lips, not at all angry at the sarcasm in his staff's tone, "I always need your help, Severus."

Snape's expression suddenly turned cold, and he pursed his lips and snorted.After hesitating for a moment, he finally reluctantly followed Dumbledore out.

Probably because of the petrification incident, the corridors of Hogwarts were almost empty, and Snape and Dumbledore walked side by side, each wanting to wait for the other to speak first.

"..." After a while, Dumbledore, who realized that Snape probably wouldn't take the initiative to speak, sighed softly, and broke the silence, "What do you think... what is his purpose?"

He lowered his head slightly to look at the potions professor with black hair and black eyes, and waited earnestly for his answer.

Snape frowned suddenly.He followed Dumbledore down several corridors in silence, and the old man remained patiently silent.

"He... wants others to think Potter is the Dark Lord?"

The old man froze for a moment, then laughed softly: "Severus, I'm afraid you think that man is too omnipotent."

"I don't think he anticipated Harry's Parseltongue."

The author has something to say:

Being teased by Dumbledore who [laughs softly] my school Deng! ! ! ! ! !

And when Harry panicked and said "Professor Dumbledore—your bird—"......

I silently dirty/cover my face