HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

If Snape had only been annoyed by Moody's threat to let Potter go, the irritation escalated completely when the second round of the Triwizard Tournament was over.

Potter, the unruly and ungrateful boy!He passed the Triwizard Tournament using the Gillsweed that was missing from his office!Dumbledore even called his disregard of the rules for wasting time to save Delacour's sister a 'noble act'!

How ridiculous, Snape thought angrily, sitting in his office, to finish the game with something stolen and receive praise from everyone!Obviously, Potter was so stupid that he didn't expect that Dumbledore could not put the hostages in danger. Does this kind of stupid behavior make people applaud?

he thought, filled with indignation.And this feeling reached its peak when Dumbledore said to him "You should realize that Potter is a good boy".

"Why?" He suppressed his anger, grabbed Dumbledore's wrist with his backhand, and stopped.

"Why should I change my mind about Potter?" he asked, looking at Dumbledore who had also stopped, his black eyes gleaming stubbornly.

Dumbledore seemed a little surprised by his sudden stop. The tall and thin old man lowered his head slightly and stared at the young man with his lips pursed in front of him, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.The evening breeze of the early summer tide gently passed through the branches and leaves of the Forbidden Forest not far away, making a rustling sound.

"Severus." He called his name helplessly, "Harry..."

"He's just a thief!" The young man burst out suddenly: "He finished the game with the gills weed he got from my office, and he's very proud of it!" The sinking emotion in Dumbledore's eyes made him He restrained his emotions, and Snape took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress his emotions that were about to explode.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a mocking smile: "As far as I know, Potter always likes to put his expensive invisibility cloak on all the rules-ha! Our warriors can't even order some gills themselves Grass, but to break into his Potions Master's office in the middle of the night and get it by dishonorable means."

"Severus, I don't think Harry would do that," said Dumbledore.

"Of course, of course," Snape sneered, "the little prince held in the palm of Headmaster Dumbledore's hand is of course impossible to do these things, and even if he did, there must be some unavoidable reason. And damn it, What about the obnoxious mean Potions Master - his testimony is not worth mentioning, because he always takes pleasure in embarrassing the great warrior Harry Potter!"

Dumbledore frowned at Snape, who wanted to look like he didn't care. "Severus, I don't think Harry would do such a thing." He weighed his words, trying to find a way to calm him down without causing the Potions Master to explode.

But this kind of calm and slow tone because of thinking was completely judged by Snape as protecting Potter.Angrily, he shook off the palm that Dumbledore was pressing on his shoulder to try to comfort him, angrily, and tried his best to conceal the sarcasm that suddenly surged up in his heart.

"Yes, boys in the spotlight don't do such dishonorable things, so it can only be people with a bad record who are slandering-"

He looked at Dumbledore and raised the corners of his mouth: "Moody said that you are a person who is easy to trust others, but it seems that this is not the case at present-some stains cannot be erased in a lifetime, aren't they?"

With that, he shook off the hem of his robe and left early, for the first time, in the middle of his walk with Dumbledore.

Under the dim sky, Dumbledore stared in astonishment at the back of the potions professor's billowing robe full of resentment, lowered his half-raised hand, and sighed softly.

He turned back to his body, and while thinking, he walked slowly through the path he usually walked side by side with Snape, and finally stood on the steps in front of the castle, looking back at the few remaining dim lights in the sky , reached out and closed the gate of the castle.

Although he was a little concerned about Snape's outburst of accusations, all kinds of things came one after another, making it impossible for Dumbledore to take the time to have a good talk with Snape.

For a long time after that, he was busy communicating and coordinating with the Ministry of Magic, investigating the whereabouts of Mr. Barty Crouch who suddenly appeared in the school and then disappeared suddenly, and Harry's sudden scar pain was more related to what he saw. It caused the old man to make some bad guesses.

In such a hectic situation, even though Dumbledore had a mind far sharper than ordinary people, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed—naturally, he took some time out of his busy schedule to find Sneaker. It's not impossible for Pu to talk to him, it's just that the old man always subconsciously rejects this choice——

Under such subconscious delays, the Triwizard Tournament ushered in the final.

If there's one downside to the Triwizard Tournament, it's that spectators can't always see the action -- which certainly makes these games much less watchable.However, in the always calm wizarding world, the existence of such a game is already exciting enough. The audience stands of the Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium have long been filled. Naturally, as the judge, Dumbledore It is even more impossible to be absent.

Technically, Dumbledore was even one of the first to come to the Quidditch pitch.He and Moody, who also arrived earlier, were standing under the stands, and they were giving detailed instructions to the wizards who were responsible for protecting the safety of the warriors during the game.In order to ensure that there will be no accidents in the last game, Moody is also responsible for patrolling the maze after the game starts-this is entirely to ensure Harry's safety, after all, the last game is for those who have malicious intentions. Last chance.

That's when Snape came to the Quidditch pitch.

Snape looked even more sour than usual - Dumbledore couldn't be sure if it was from seeing himself and Moody, or from Snape's physical dislike of Potter... or both ?

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but smile a little mischievously, and on the surface he just nodded to Snape who passed by him.

At this time, Dumbledore was sitting on the highest referee's seat, and saw a few small figures standing at the entrance of the Quidditch pitch that had been changed into a maze. It didn't take long for these figures to disappear into the maze one by one. inside.

The sky quickly darkened during the long game, and the students who had been quietly waiting for the result of the game soon lost their patience during such a long and boring wait.They started whispering, and Dumbledore had to send several professors to keep order.

The wait for the final result was unexpectedly long.Looking at the darkening sky, Dumbledore's doubts became more and more serious - he was afraid that some of the things he was worried about had probably happened... However, Moody did not issue any alarm...

Driven by this anxiety, he stood up and walked towards the stands.

Before Dumbledore reached the vicinity of the maze, one, no, two figures suddenly appeared and caused a commotion in the stands—it was Harry and Cedric who had been silent for a long time after entering the maze.

The cheers soon fell silent because of the unusually motionless performance of the two on the grass.With a serious face, Dumbledore walked past the students whose expressions became a little anxious, and walked to Harry who was lying on the ground.

The motionless figure of the boy made him involuntarily have some bad guesses - he grabbed Harry's shoulders and turned the boy over.

"Harry, Harry!"

Under the faint starlight, the boy's eyelids slowly fluttered and opened.

"He's back," the tired boy held Dumbledore's wrist tightly, and said in a low voice that was almost drowned out by the surrounding noises, "Voldemort is back."

Dumbledore subconsciously looked at Snape who was standing behind the crowd.The black and handsome figure of the young man was blurred in the night, making the expression on his face invisible.

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