HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Soon, the sorting ceremony of the new semester came, and all the professors sat down in the auditorium early as usual, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to arrive with the students.Compared with the usual punctuality, Snape came late this year, which caused his colleagues to look over with concern. Dumbledore, who was sitting at the top, turned his head to look at him, smiled slightly, no say what.

"Minerva, I think the students are coming soon." The old man turned his head and said to Professor McGonagall.This made the enthusiastic Head of Gryffindor who was still looking at Snape subconsciously correct his expression, raised his head to look at the door, and other professors who were still worried about Snape also turned their attention away. .

Sure enough, it didn't take long before the lively conversation of old students came from the door, and Professor McGonagall hurriedly stood up and walked towards the front hall.

Snape raised his head to look at her, and felt Dumbledore's gaze on him as soon as he turned his head, so he had to turn his head to meet the gaze of the headmaster who had been secretly watching him.

The black eyes and the blue eyes looked at each other for a moment, and were attracted by the movement of the door opening again almost at the same time.

—Harry Potter.Snape saw the child in the crowd almost at a glance, his gaze became unpredictable almost instantly, it was as dark and deep as a long dim tunnel, as if even the light shining in would be swallowed up Exhausted.

The kid with the same disheveled hair as James Potter didn't notice the gaze from the professor's chair, Snape's gaze was almost fixed on him, and he also didn't notice Dumbledore's occasional Look over here.

Seeing Harry Potter being called by Professor McGonagall who was holding the list of freshmen, the Potions Professor immediately heard a buzz of whispers coming from the four college dining tables.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

This made Snape frowned subconsciously in disgust.He watched the battered old hat twist on Potter's head, and it hardly took long before the hat shouted his house to the dining room, and no surprise—

"Gryffindor!"

The auditorium erupted in loud cheers unmatched by the previous students, and Snape watched the Gryffindor students almost flip the table over for his arrival - just like his pushy father is exactly the same.

Soon, though, the few remaining students behind Potter had finished their sorting, and Dumbledore stood up, which finally drew Snape's attention away from Potter.

The old man looked happy, and Snape watched him extend his arms to the students with a big smile on his face, and it seemed that there was nothing in the world that would make him happier than seeing these over-energized teenagers together.He said to the students in his sonorous voice: "Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: idiot! Scream! Dregs !screw!"

"Thank you!" Dumbledore sat down.The entire professorship was stunned for a moment—Although Dumbledore's previous speeches were brief, they were not so unscrupulous—but the unexplained students broke out as early as the moment Dumbledore finished speaking. With warm applause and cheers, they only followed suit.

At this time, all the empty plates on the tables were full of food in an instant, and the professors who had long been accustomed to this miraculous sight began to enjoy the food naturally.

"Professor Snape - nice to see you again." Quirrell, who was sitting next to Snape, suddenly turned his head and stammered to him.

Snape raised his eyebrows: "It's Professor Snape, not Professor Snape, Mr. Quirrell." He looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor whose face was so tense that he seemed about to faint, and he seemed to want to To apologize, he added slowly, "Since we will have a pleasant time working together at least for the next year, I think it's better for us not to add honorifics to each other's names so unfamiliarly, what do you think? Mister Quirrell."

"Y-yes," Quirrell stammered back, flashing a pale smile, "I-I'm honored, Severus."

Snape nodded noncommittally and continued with his dinner.

But Quirrell was far from giving up so easily. He even turned around and approached Snape, which made the Potions Professor put down the knife and fork impatiently - facing his strange-smelling hood, his nose was sensitive. Snape couldn't eat it at all.

"Severus-you-what do you think of Harry Potter?" asked the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He, very-very nice boy, no-isn't he?"

Snape tilted his head slightly, looking through the ridiculous hood of the man in front of him to the boy on the Gryffindor table behind him.His gaze suddenly became empty, and he was silent for a moment before slowly answering: "The only boy in legend who survived the Dark Lord - I doubt whether he really has such an incredible ability, but -" His relationship with Potter After eye contact for a moment, seeing the boy raised his hand to cover his forehead, he couldn't help curling the corner of his mouth quietly, and turned his gaze back to Quirrell.

"Mr. Potter, who has such a powerful power, must have the same extraordinary talent in learning magic, at least—I won't treat him preferentially in potions class because of his fame."

Quirrell smiled strangely: "Of course - we should be strict with students, shouldn't we?"

"nature."

Riquillo didn't come to chat with him for the rest of the time, Snape was finally able to enjoy the sumptuous food in front of him, he ate slowly, occasionally raised his eyes to glance at the long Slytherin table, and never looked at the center of the auditorium That brightly colored table.

Finally, the pudding for dessert on the table also disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again, and the lively students slowly recovered their solemnity.

What the old man wanted to say was nothing more than what he had repeated in previous years. Snape thought he had no interest in caring what restrictions Filch had introduced, and listened calmly until Dumbledore said, "Anyone who is unwilling to encounter accidents, Those who died in agony, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor." Then he frowned suddenly.

——Dumbledore said this because he was afraid that those students who were too energetic and had nowhere to vent their energy would not know that there was a Sorcerer's Stone hidden in that corridor?

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