HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Snape rarely received such an urgent call from Dumbledore - instead of Fawkes bringing a letter, he sent a house-elf from the school to deliver a message.

Such an unusual situation made the Potions Professor become vigilant almost immediately. According to what the elf said, he quickly packed up his usual tool kit, held the elf's slender fingers and was taken to Hogwarts. In Ci's principal's office.

Dumbledore sat crookedly behind his office chair, eyes slightly closed, looking as if he had lost the strength to support his body.The scene in front of him made Snape's pupils shrink suddenly, and he didn't know how to move, and when he came back to his senses, he was already half-kneeling and holding Dumbledore's palm hanging from the armrest of the chair.

"Severus." Dumbledore looked down at the top of his head, his mind was not very clear, he seemed to have just discovered that there was an extra person in his office - this was Dumbledore in his heyday It's almost impossible.

Snape's hand holding the wand was a little trembling, but he quickly regained his composure and whispered the incantation that could temporarily curb the black magic.The spell in Dumbledore is too powerful, he needs to buy more time——

"Why are you enchanted?" He suppressed his trembling voice and asked, holding Dumbledore's hand and couldn't help tightening it.

"ring……"

He looked around, and easily found a ring that had been split in half on the desk - the traces of black magic on it were so obvious that even a fresh graduate could easily spot it, it was impossible to deceive Dumbledore's perception.

But without thinking too much, Snape quickly identified the spell on the ring, and used the preliminarily processed liquid in his potion bag to concoct a dose of golden potion.

Kneeling by Dumbledore's hand, he pointed his wand at that wrist, murmured a spell, and poured a cup of thick golden liquid into Dumbledore's mouth with his left hand.After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his head worriedly to look at the old man who seemed to have fallen into some kind of hallucination under the influence of the spell.

After a while, Dumbledore's eyelids fluttered a few times and opened.

The anger that had been suppressed suddenly rose from Snape's heart like a fire - he stared Dumbledore down into his own eyes, angry that Dumbledore had put himself in danger so carelessly trembling.

"Why, why did you wear that ring? It has a charm on it, you must know. Why do you touch it?"

"I... I did something stupid. The temptation is too great..."

"What temptation?" Snape demanded.

Dumbledore looked down at the undisguised worry in the young man's eyes, slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, and did not answer.

"It's a miracle you're back here!" said Snape angrily. "There's a particularly powerful spell on that ring, and the best we can hope for is to contain it. I've imprisoned the spell for a while now." In one hand—”

Listening to his eager words, Dumbledore smiled slightly and raised his scorched, useless hand to examine it carefully, as if facing a very interesting antique.

"You've done a great job, Severus. How much time do you think I have?"

Snape paused for a moment. Both he and Dumbledore knew that such a powerful spell could never be completely broken - no matter how much Snape didn't want to admit it.

He said in a calm tone: "I can't say, about a year. This kind of curse will continue to strengthen over time. There is no way to stop this kind of curse forever. It will eventually spread."

Dumbledore smiled. His blue eyes, which were still not as clear as those of an old man, stared seriously at Snape, whose eyes suddenly became hollow. He stretched out his hand to stroke the top of his hair somewhat soothingly.

"I'm lucky, very lucky, to have you by my side, Severus," he said heartily.

Some painful fluctuations suddenly appeared in Snape's empty eyes. It was the first time that his Occlumency, which was so proficient that it could even fool Voldemort, was broken by external force.

"If you'd called me earlier, I might have been able to take steps and buy you more time!" he said exasperatedly, looking down at the broken ring and the sword, averting Dumbledore's eyes. , "Do you think destroying the ring can break the spell?"

"Almost... I must have lost my head..." said Dumbledore, sitting up straight in his chair with difficulty. "Well, that makes things easier."

Snape didn't see what good it was - he didn't accept it - he didn't want to accept that Dumbledore had only one year to live -

Dumbledore looked at him and smiled indulgently.The young man's subtle thoughts were almost invisible to him, but he didn't know if Snape himself realized... Anyway, he—he was not suitable to be the one who broke the potion professor's eyes. The one with secret affection.

"I mean Voldemort's plan around me. His plan to have that poor Malfoy boy kill me."

Snape sat down on the chair across from Dumbledore's desk. He obviously wanted to talk about Dumbledore's cursed hand again, but the other party held up his scorched hand, politely indicating that he didn't want to. Keep talking about this topic.

Snape had no choice but to frown reluctantly: "The Dark Lord didn't expect Draco to succeed. This was just to punish Lucius for his recent failure. It's not right for Draco's parents to see their son fail and then pay the price." To them, it's a blunt knife cutting flesh."

"Anyway, the boy was as definitely condemned to death as I was," said Dumbledore. "I thought that if Draco failed, it would be you who would take over the job?"

There was a brief silence, and Snape used Occlumency again.

"I think the Dark Lord designed it that way."

"Did Voldemort foresee that in the near future he would no longer need spies at Hogwarts?"

"He believes the school will soon be under his control, yes."

"If the school does fall into his hands," said Dumbledore, interjecting as if on the spur of the moment, "I want you to swear that you will do everything in your power to protect the students at Hogwarts, will you?"

Snape's eyes were blank, and he nodded stiffly - without Dumbledore's request, he would naturally protect those students...

"Very well. Well, you first need to figure out what Draco is up to. A panicked teenager is dangerous not only to himself, but to others. Offer him help and guidance, and he should accept, he likes you— —”

Snape suddenly vaguely realized what Dumbledore was going to do, he leaned forward and interrupted the old man eagerly.

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Entering the sixth part that is about to fall......everyone should drink more water this month, the weather is so hot......(So many tears......xxxx)