HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Potter was found early the next morning, but by the time Snape received the news from Dumbledore, it was already morning.

Dumbledore sat in his tiny room, looking tired from a sleepless night, but his blue eyes were still bright.It was he who had triggered the warning spell Snape had placed in his house.

"Sorry, Severus," said Dumbledore, looking at the bloodshot eyes of the potions professor, "I had to make a move... Of course, trespassing on private property is quite rude, so I just moved." Cast your spell - to inform you that Harry has been found."

Snape blinked, softening his tense expression.

Dumbledore had stood up. "I don't think you have any intention of inviting me to lunch, so I'm leaving now." He paused, "Severus, take a good rest."

He is indeed sleepy.In addition to the night of running around looking for Potter, the Potions Professor hadn't closed his eyes for four whole nights. Hearing this sentence, the man just nodded slowly, and didn't even bother to politely stand up and send the other party away.

Dumbledore, who had long been accustomed to this, smiled softly and left by himself.

Snape had no interest in anything other than Potter's safety, so after learning that Harry Potter was placed in Diagon Alley, he stopped paying attention to it.

God knows, paying attention to Potter's safety is the best he can do, and that's Potter's son!Could he still be expected to take good care of little Potter and pay attention to that brat's mental health in addition to protecting his safety? ——Besides, Snape himself was probably the greatest threat to Little Potter's mental health.

Soon, the Potions professor forgot about Potter's little runaway from home, and continued to live his wonderful summer life.

Compared with the long summer vacation of the students, the rest time for the professors is always relatively short - they still need to return to Hogwarts early, plan and arrange the new semester, and meet new colleagues...

Compared with its serious and serious name, the faculty meeting before the start of the semester is almost a small gathering of professors after a separate summer vacation-worshipping the almost unchanged assessment content of the wizarding world and the almost unchanged Hogwarts Given the study plan, the former job is almost negligible for most experienced professors.

The expression of Dumbledore who appeared at this staff meeting was obviously not happy.

The old man pursed his lips tightly, his azure blue eyes were faintly beating bright firelight.Sitting by the fireplace in the staff lounge, he gazed thoughtfully at the flickering flames, oblivious to the arrival of the professors.

"Albus?" Professor McGonagall exchanged glances with Professor Sprout next to him, and called him with concern—it's a bit abnormal for Dumbledore to be so distracted.

"Huh?" Dumbledore raised his head abruptly, and when he saw his professors, he immediately restrained his previous thoughts and stood up with a smile, "Oh, my dear colleagues, welcome. Welcome back to Huo Gwartz."

He gestured to the professors who came into the room one after another to sit down and enjoy the snacks that the house elves had prepared long ago, and he walked slowly to the middle of the professors' seats after all the people had arrived.

All the professors suddenly stopped their low-pitched communication with each other, and turned their heads to focus on Dumbledore.

The old man cleared his throat: "First of all, on behalf of Hogwarts, I welcome you to come back to this school again—of course, I don't think this is the first time everyone here has heard me say this." I looked at my old colleagues for many years.Everyone responded with good-natured laughter.

"In addition, I regret to say that due to an accident last semester, Professor Lockhart, who has not yet recovered, may not be able to continue to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." He smiled slightly. "I have to say, even I can't help but start to wonder if the legendary curse is real—the new professor has written back to me, but I'm afraid he won't be able to come to the school to meet you until the first day of school—I I think quite a few of us know this professor very well, so maybe it won't be a big deal that he can't come to this meeting."

He paused, and glanced at Snape, who seemed unconcerned: "I hope everyone can welcome our new professor—welcome Mr. Remus Lupine as this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts art professor."

A burst of whispering broke out among the professors who knew the inside story.Snape looked sharply at Dumbledore, but the old man only paused before continuing.

"The Ministry of Magic also brought a piece of not-so-good news." Dumbledore said, and Snape once again saw small flames dancing in the depths of his eyes, "Because Sirius Black came from A If Zkaban escapes from prison, they may have to send a certain number of dementors to guard the school—for the safety of the students." At this moment, Snape clearly noticed a fleeting mocking smile on the corner of the headmaster's mouth .

"How could they?" said Professor McGonagall in disbelief. "That's a dementor!"

The old man raised his hand and gestured to appease the excited professors: "I will discuss this with the Ministry of Magic as much as possible. The matter is not yet settled. However, I hope everyone will be mentally prepared in advance. I am afraid that the Ministry of Magic will It's pretty firm."

Snape looked at Dumbledore, who sat down again smiling.The professors were already sharing the desserts at hand and started talking softly. Strictly speaking, the tense atmosphere in the room, which was not particularly spacious because of the dementors, suddenly relaxed and became harmonious.

Dumbledore, who was recommending the delicious coffee shop he had tasted to Professor McGonagall beside him, noticed that the Potions Professor was staring too directly, and turned his head to look at him with some doubts and blinked.

It was only then that Snape realized that he had been staring at the other party while he was thinking. He shook his head at the old man's questioning gaze, turned his head and took the small piece of pudding handed over by Professor Flitwick, and thanked him softly. .

— It seemed that no one else noticed Dumbledore's fleeting, non-'Dumbledore' mocking smile except him.Snape even suspected that it was just a hallucination caused by himself not having a good rest for too long, but for some reason, that smile always made him a little concerned...