The Death Knell

Madam Pomfrey checked the dark-haired boy over, and there was nothing wrong with him except that he looked like he hadn't had enough sleep.

However, the kind-hearted school doctor still let him stay in the hospital, gave him a bottle of magic potion that can make people fall asleep, put a chocolate frog on the bedside for him to eat when he wakes up, and signed a sick note for him.

"I remember, didn't you guys fight all the time before? Why are you so close today?"

The middle-aged woman also teased Draco, saying that both of them are usually frequent visitors to the school hospital. Today you make my nose hair grow longer, and tomorrow I will make you bald.

But this was the first time I saw two people supporting me.

"Hey, what a shame!" Draco blushed. He turned his head away from her and dragged the doctor to a place where Harry couldn't hear him. He whispered: "What happened in the past was in the past. We are all in fourth grade this year. , and I’m much more mature, I can’t possibly watch my classmates commit suicide.”

"You mean suicide?" Madam Pomfrey didn't smile either, with a serious look on her round face, like a frosty apple.

Draco turned his head and glanced at Harry, who was lying on the hospital bed in the distance. His face was almost as white as the sheets, and he seemed to be asleep at this time: "I suspect so. He told me that he wanted to sleep in the Black Lake forever. ..."

"Merlin on top!"

The kind woman covered her mouth. She never expected such a thing.

Hogwarts is a school, a place that brings joy and happiness to people. Every child should spend their teenage years here carefree.

But it turns out that Harry Potter has been carrying such a heavy burden that he suffered from depression that only Muggles can have.

"I need to inform the Headmaster that he has been concerned about Mr. Potter's problems."

The fat lady opened the window to greet the owl, and was about to send a message to the principal.

Draco stopped her: "No, you can't inform the Headmaster about this matter. He is busy with the affairs of the Top Ten Tournament. It's better to call my Headmaster over. Maybe there is a suitable potion that can solve Harry's problem." .”

"It makes sense."

Ms. Pomfrey didn't think much about it. After all, in addition to Professor Lockhart from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class who often shouted how good he was at refining potions, Snape was also one of the recognized potion masters in the wizarding world.

It was said to be a letter, but it was just a note. The owl grabbed it with its talons, flapped its wings and flew away.

Not long after, Snape was seen walking into the campus hospital with a gloomy face.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, Dean. When I met Harry, he was sitting by the lake looking at the photos of the Potters." Draco led the Dean to Harry's bedside: "But today he is very abnormal. He stopped arguing with me and said very calmly that he wanted to sleep at the bottom of the lake forever."

Snape took a deep breath and stared at Draco as if to judge whether he was telling the truth, but this time Draco was sure that this was not a new prank.

The Potions Professor came to the bedside, reached out and touched Harry's forehead, then opened his eyes and looked at him. He could see that Harry's eyes were moving rapidly, and he must be dreaming.

Did Voldemort's soul influence him?

Snape had some doubts, but quickly dismissed this answer because Voldemort would never have a suicidal wish.

The former Death Eaters have received the news that Voldemort stabilized his soul through the flesh and blood of the unicorn. During the summer vacation, he divided a new Horcrux and lodged it in the body of the big snake Nagini.

Voldemort himself also used some black magic to temporarily possess a temporary body through Peter Pettigrew. It was said that he was a mutilated baby with no ability to move independently.

It's a pity that the Dark Lord was too cautious, and Snape didn't find out where he was. Otherwise, he could have told Professor Wilson, and the plan to remove the soul fragments from Harry's body could have been launched.

"You mean he's been looking at the photo? The one of his parents?" the professor asked Draco again.

"Yes... I also looked at the photo, and then I had a guess, but I didn't know whether I should say it."

The golden retriever student was a little hesitant. He heard that the dean had been in the same grade as those two before. It would be great if he knew some details.

Snape took out a bottle of potion from his robes. There were only a few drops of golden potion in the small bottle. He opened Harry's mouth and poured a drop into it. Then he stood beside the bed and stood solemnly. His expression would make people laugh. I thought he was attending a farewell ceremony.

After a moment, seeing Harry calm down in his dream, Snape glanced at Draco: "That's not something you should know. Don't ask or tell."

"Okay, Professor." Draco immediately stopped mentioning the matter, and even the gossipy look on his face disappeared.

Snape patted Draco on the back and turned to leave: "You did a good job. You have learned to care about your classmates. Even though you care about a loser, I think your parents will be happy. Nobles are never just because of their blood. noble."

"I understand. Dad told me, Professor, have you seen him recently? I haven't seen him since the Quidditch World Cup." Draco thought of his family's affairs. I heard some rumors that my father and Voldemort were mixed together again.

Snape raised an eyebrow, not knowing what to say to the kid.

Lucius was indeed busy accompanying the Dark Lord, but it was not the second generation Dark Lord, but another one.

He and himself were trapped in endless hell and became double agents. This was probably fate.

"He's fine. I've seen him. He first discussed business in Diagon Alley, and then went abroad to the United States." Snape made up a lie. Obviously, this was better than letting the children guess and imagine.

Speaking of America, Snape suddenly remembered something.

By the way, could Harry's behavior be the work of Grindelwald? Other wizards may not necessarily have mastered the 'dream spell', which is a specialty of Africa, but that devil king can be called an encyclopedia of magic, and there is nothing he can't do.

So what's the motivation? Harry had no direct connection with the whole plan. This was not what was promised.

No matter what, you have to ask yourself, even if Grindelwald and Slade are scary and dark.

But Harry is her son, and even if Snape dies, he cannot let them do brainwashing experiments on Harry.

Thinking of this, he was about to turn around and leave. He knew where Grindelwald was now.

However, at this moment, Harry, who was still dreaming, seemed to have an unexpected reaction under the influence of Felixir. Although he was still snoring with his eyes closed, he accurately grasped the professor's hand. , shouted loudly:

"Severus, I'm sorry!"

The Potions Professor's body suddenly trembled, and Draco saw the Dean blinking his eyes rapidly and his mouth pursed into a thin line, as if he was suppressing anger.

Draco thought that the dean would break Harry's arm, but he didn't expect that Snape just stiffened for a moment, then took the boy's hand and stuffed it back into the quilt, turned around and left with some staggering:

"Who allowed you to call the professor by his first name? Not even in your dreams. Five points from Gryffindor!"