HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

But for Snape, saying yes to Dumbledore, yes to Dumbledore, didn't mean he wouldn't secretly guard against the risks of being around Potter.

——You know, that’s the legendary basilisk!

That's right, a basilisk, of course a basilisk.Even if Snape hadn't thought of the creature at first, Potter's Parseltongue had given him more than enough hints.

In this way, if the person manipulating the basilisk is really not Potter as Dumbledore said - the Potions professor himself can hardly imagine that Potter would do such a thing as manipulating the basilisk - then the identity of the other party is almost obvious If it is revealed.

However, Snape soon discovered that even if he wanted to keep an eye on a certain Potter who seemed to have a strange physique that attracted the Dark Lord, the turbulent Hogwarts occupied too much of his time.The panic-stricken students needed him as the dean's escort, and there were seven years of Potions classes. Besides, because the attack had not been resolved, the Hogwarts professors had to patrol the corridors in batches... …

For the Potions Professor, all he could do was to secretly remind Professor McGonagall of the possible identity of the attacker, and make her pay more attention to those little Gryffindors.

Of course, he can ignore the Slytherin students, they are pure blood anyway, and it is unlikely that anything will happen - Snape can completely care about Potter's safety, just as he begged Dumbledore to protect Lily many years ago .

What's the problem?

The others are not Lily's children.

But the Potions Master was still too busy doing his own thing.

At such a tense moment, only Dumbledore, the dismissed headmaster, can behave leisurely in Hogwarts-of course, it is impossible for the former headmaster to appear in front of people openly, but And who would have thought that Albus Dumbledore, the white wizard born in Gryffindor, would hide in the dark, greasy, gloomy and scary head of Slytherin House, the former Death Eater Severus What about Snape's cellar?

Even Lucius couldn't think of it.

At this moment, the former headmaster was sitting across from Snape's desk, comfortably holding his teacup and gently sniffing the fragrance of the tea.

Of course, Dumbledore couldn't really live in Snape's office, but at this moment when the next attack could happen at any time, even the 'greatest white wizard' dared not leave Hogwarts easily. Ci.

So in the past few weeks, Snape's office had to be turned into Dumbledore's office and the mail room-just as a last resort, Dumbledore, who always pays attention to privacy, generally still It did not cause much inconvenience to the Potions Master.

However, even if the two people who have to deal with daily affairs in the same room consciously respect each other's personal space and protect their own privacy, the addition of one more person in the room still has a lot of impact.

——For example, since Dumbledore appeared in the cellar every day, the fireplace that became silently warm and bright every day in the potions office; Small coffee table...

The elderly headmaster also had to get used to enjoying his afternoon tea in front of the potions professor's various specimens displayed in the shelves on the surrounding walls, which, I have to say, was quite a feat for the former Transfiguration professor. The challenge - to refrain from turning those precious potion ingredients into what Snape called a strange, useless trinket.

To him, there was no stranger ornament than Snape's potion stuff specimen.

As before, a new round of attacks still came unexpectedly.

The voice of Professor McGonagall, who apparently cast a spell, suddenly rang throughout the castle: "All students immediately return to their dormitories of their colleges. All teachers return to the staff lounge. Please act immediately."

Her voice was tense, and Snape, who was still a little dazed, immediately realized what was going on.

The Potions Professor stood up abruptly, glanced at the empty seat belonging to Dumbledore in surprise, and said with a dry throat, "Is... Potter?"

He was a little undecided, but there was not so much time for him to hesitate. Professor McGonagall's voice echoed in the corridor, repeating what he had said before.As a professor, he must rush to the staff room immediately.

Snape waved his wand quickly, opened the cold door of the potions office, and hurried outside.

There was chaos in the corridor.Obviously, the students who have been frightened for a while have realized something from Professor McGonagall's stern voice. The students walking towards the common room of their own college were in a mess in the castle. Fortunately, the class soon The elders took the responsibility and began to maintain order among the students.

Snape didn't pay much attention to the line of students that had vaguely begun to take shape, he hurried to the door of the staff lounge.

Because of the geographical location, Snape was almost the first professor to reach the staff lounge. He frowned, and did not rush to push the door, but stood at the door waiting for the other professors.

Soon, Professor Flitwick quickly passed through the obstacles of the students by virtue of his small size, and arrived with a worried expression on his face.

"Severus?" The short Professor of Charms looked up at the Professor of Potions with a stern expression, and reached out to pat him comfortingly.

Although the former dueling master himself had a serious face, he still expressed a little comfort to the younger generation who was dozens of years younger than him: "Don't worry too much, at least this time they probably have to put Dumbledore, please come back."

Flitwick, who didn't get the news, only thought that this was still a petrification incident that was not much different from before-it could always be cured with a mandrake in the end.

Snape nodded in response, the expression on his face not softening much.Unlike Professor Spells, he knows the most likely identity of the murderer behind these petrification incidents—and if it happened to the person he thought, he might die...

Seeing the professors appearing in the corridor of the staff lounge one by one, Snape stretched out his hand and opened the door behind him, and walked in silently.

Professor McGonagall who sent the message was the last to rush to the staff lounge.

The corners of the lips of the elderly vice principal, who had always been serious, were tightened now, and his face wrinkled by the years was full of seriousness.She looked around at the faculty members with different expressions, and took a deep breath.

"Another accident happened," she said in a deep voice, looking around at the silent professors, "A student was kidnapped by a monster and brought directly into the secret room."

Snape's expression tightened even more, and he even looked a bit like Professor McGonagall.He ignored the shocked or worried colleagues around him, his dark eyes flickered faintly.

"How can you be sure?" he asked calmly, trying to think as calmly as possible, watching the Head of Gryffindor.

The respectable lady's face was pale at the moment, but she still responded to her colleague: "Slytherin's heir, left another line."

As she spoke, she pursed her lips: "Just below the text from last time, it says: Her bones will remain in the secret room forever."

"Who is it?" Someone asked, and Snape immediately turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall again—he, who was confused just now, suddenly realized that what Professor McGonagall said was "she"—— This meant that it was not the Potter he thought was caught in the secret room.

——Although this did not fit his status as a professor, Snape couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Ginny Weasley."

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