This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Harry could have sworn that after tonight, every time he lifted the covers, he would be hallucinating a version of Snape.

It was so scary in the middle of the night.

He put on a thin loose coat, put on his slippers and left the dormitory with Snape.

After passing through the small entrance hole, the Fat Lady stared at them as if they were ghosts.

"Professor Snape, where are you taking Harry?"

"Little things."

The door is still open.

She couldn't find a word to describe Snape, not even the worst, most disliked one.

Harry, who was feeling uneasy, had already thought of a dozen possibilities in his mind as he walked through the corridor.

The masquerade party is the most unreliable, and asking him to help leave school is the most reliable.

If the deadline were forever, I would be moved to tears.

This is not alarmist, but a premonition that I had from the first meeting.

Snape said nothing, and his face could not be seen clearly in the dim torch light.

If it's good, it must be fired.

If it's not good, it might actually be a masquerade party.

The stairwell became even darker and gloomier, and Harry subconsciously tightened the thin coat around him.

Snape remained silent.

When he reached the sixth floor, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to block the way forward.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

He didn't answer, just drew his wand with his other hand.

Although it is very weak, something abnormal does appear.

It was fleeting, like appearing and disappearing in an instant.

"Flashing fluorescent light——"

Harry, who was blocked behind him, was very nervous.

He thought of the bedtime stories his roommates had just shared.

Wizards who speak Parseltongue are usually extremely evil.

Especially Salazar Slytherin in Ron's mouth.

It is said that this man is the origin of pure-blood supremacy and an out-and-out Muggle hater.

Without considering the background of the times, it will indeed be misunderstood.

Fired?

There was no color on Harry's face, and he asked cautiously: "Professor, will I be -"

"Shut up." Snape looked around intently, "If you don't want to die, you'd better be quiet."

Crisis lurks nearby.

He didn't know who those weak magical auras belonged to, but it was enough to know that they were hostile to him.

"Emergency appearance——"

This manifestation spell is very powerful, much stronger than the one used on Vincent not long ago.

A dazzling blue light curtain appeared, going down the entire staircase.

Snape, who was highly nervous, quickly turned around, held Harry's shoulders and waved his wand.

A thin arm blocked the incoming curses.

The barrier like a film was successfully defended one after another.

Snape stopped and pointed his wand directly at the small figure in front of him covered with a worn pillowcase.

"It's you!" Harry recognized the house elf.

Keep blocking, control the car and the Bludger.

"Harry Potter, stay away from him!" The house elf snapped his fingers and appeared behind Harry.

"Collapsed——" Snape's curse hit the thin arm that was stretched out.

The hit elf flew down the stairs and hit the wall hard on his back.

Before he could slide down, Snape's wand had already touched his forehead.

"Tell me, who sent you here!"

"I won't--"

"Tell me!" Snape grabbed the old pillowcase and lifted him into the air.

"Dobby will not let you succeed. Dobby will definitely protect Harry Potter."

After a snap of his fingers, the elf named Dobby disappeared.

Snape turned his head sharply, his eyes gleaming coldly under his Bat-helmet.

"Shen Feng Wu Ying——"

Half of Dobby's body was cut,

The pillowcase, which was also neatly cut, was stained with blood bit by bit.

Harry, who stood there blankly, finally saw Snape's angry look.

But the strange thing is that he only feels a little cruel, but he does not reject the feeling of tearing everything apart.

"Dobby - Dobby must protect Harry Potter..." Dobby, who fell weakly to the ground, kept mumbling these words.

Snape's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he frowned and pointed his wand towards the hideous wound.

"Heal quickly—heal quickly—"

Each time the spell is repeated, Dobby's wounds heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Tell me who sent you here."

He did not heal all the wounds, "You said you wanted to protect Potter, why did you let him leave Hogwarts!"

The weak Dobby's big eyes were wide open, as if he was trying to identify the strange bat in front of him who injured himself and then treated him.

Harry looked at Snape, who had an evil look on his face.

He doesn't dress like a good person, and his attacks are as scary as black magic.

"Your name is Dobby? He's our Potions Master."

Dobby blinked his big, round eyes and looked away as soon as he caught Snape's gaze.

"Don't try to escape!" Snape's wand pointed at his forehead again, "I'm not Dumbledore, don't think that I will give you preferential treatment."

"Dobby never thought of escaping." He sat up with difficulty. "The conspiracy has begun, and it is no longer safe here."

"Nonsense!" Harry calmed down his excitement a little, "Hogwarts is the safest place in the world. Professor Dumbledore will definitely dismantle all conspiracies."

"He can't protect you all the time." Dobby said with a dim look in his eyes: "My - that person - that person said that many people will die this year."

"Who is it?" Snape's right hand holding the wand exerted a little force.

"Dobby - Dobby can't tell."

He increased his strength again, "Who is the master you serve!"

Dobby lay on the ground again, and tore open the almost healed wound on his body with his hands in pain: "Dobby can never tell, forever -"

When Snape wanted to continue, the wand was tightly held by Harry's pair of small hands.

"That's enough, professor."

"That's enough?" He glanced at the other party coldly, "Don't cherish your precious life, Potter! Do you know how many people will be disappointed?"

"I -"

"Of course you don't know! Ignorance, recklessness, complacency...

If he really wanted to do something to you, you would have died long ago!"

Harry closed his mouth in astonishment.

One would rather hurt himself than reveal who the master is, and the other was protecting himself the whole time.

Thinking from another perspective, Snape should indeed be angry.

But no matter how hard Harry tried, he still felt a little reluctant.

"He's injured."

Snape shook his little hand and lifted the wand that was pressed on Dobby's forehead.

"Exactly the same."

"What?"

He didn't look at Harry's stunned eyes and moved the wand to the wound that was almost healed and was roughly torn open again.

After three spells, everything, including the blood on the worn pillowcase, returned to its original state.

"Thank you, Harry Potter." Dobby's two big eyes were moist.

"No wizard has ever cared about Dobby's wound, only you--" He suddenly sat up and slammed his head against the wall.

"Dobby is damned, Dobby shouldn't let you care--"

Snape's face was indifferent, as if he had guessed that something like this would happen.

The humble house elves were born to serve the noble wizards. This is a mark engraved deep in their souls.

Moreover, Harry was the real savior who had driven away Voldemort and restored their normal lives.

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