Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 155

It's just that Snape's nostalgia was quickly interrupted by Harry's roar.

He turned and glared at Harry, who was writhing on the floor, and Harry stared back fearlessly.

"Ron, and Hermione? What did you do to them?!"

Harry wished so much that the invisibility cloak in Snape's hand was not his own, but one prepared by Snape, but he couldn't deceive himself, the invisibility cloak in Snape's hand was probably the original one. The one I put on Ron.

A cruel smile formed on Snape's face, causing Harry's heart to drop instantly, and his next words made Harry's whole body icy cold.

"What do you think? Am I going to let them report to you and find Dumbledore to stop me from getting the Philosopher's Stone?"

Great sadness welled up from the bottom of Harry's heart, and he even temporarily lost his ability to think.

Ron and Hermione dead?Because I brought them to fetch the Philosopher's Stone...

Endless regret and grief engulfed Harry's heart, and tears filled his eyes instantly.

And Snape continued triumphantly at this time: "Do you know how much trouble your father used to cause me with it? How could I have not prepared earlier when I knew you had the Invisibility Cloak."

As he spoke, he lifted the silver invisibility cloak in his hand and shook it twice, then he sighed with emotion, "I used to do everything possible to destroy this cloak, but now it fell into my hands." In my hand, I can easily escape Hogwarts with it."

"Ah-! Snape! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Harry, who was gradually recovering from his grief, struggled on the floor, glaring at Snape with red eyes and hatred in his heart.

"Hehehe..."

Facing Harry's hateful eyes, Snape sneered nonchalantly, but he still remembered what Harry said before, that he could temporarily contain his wild words.

So he waved his wand, and the ropes that bound Harry loosened immediately.

"Kill me? Okay, let's try then."

Finding himself let loose, Harry sprang up from the ground, raised his wand and yelled at Snape the most powerful curse he knew—

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

As a first-year freshman who grew up in a Muggle family, Harry can't master many spells now, let alone offensive curses. Fu a lesson, rare to go to the library to self-study.

"what……"

Snape sneered contemptuously, and with a flick of the wand in his hand, he easily pushed aside the golden light Harry had shot without even chanting a spell.

Harry's heart sank.

Perhaps it was the illusion that he had seen Fisch and Professor McGonagall entangled for a long time, or the confidence brought to him by breaking through the barriers before, or the surrounding students' dislike of the name "The Boy Who Lived" The praise made Harry misunderstand himself and Snape's strength to a considerable extent.

It wasn't until he saw that his spell was easily lifted by Snape that Harry really realized how far he was from an adult wizard, and it also made him wake up from a bunch of illusions.

Fish was able to fight back and forth with Professor McGonagall, it was because he was very talented, and he broke through the barriers in a row before, it was because they, to be precise, Hermione had made full preparations, while he had only done some insignificant things. Work.

In fact, he, Harry Potter, is just a young wizard who has just been exposed to the wizarding world for a short time. Apart from an inexplicable title, he may have a good flying talent.

At this moment, Harry had a clear understanding of his abilities for the first time.

But even so, he didn't give up.

Since he knew that his level of magic could not be Snape's opponent, he simply used his fists!

"what--!"

Harry yelled and rushed towards Snape, fists clenched tightly.

"madness."

Snape spat out two words coldly, and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Fuchsia."

Harry, who was running, felt his body suddenly lighten up, and then he was dragged up and down into the air like a rabbit that had stepped on a noose trap.

"Is this how you plan to hold me back temporarily? Relying on your fist... or... that hot fire that makes people laugh?"

Snape looked at Harry who was hanging upside down in the air, and sneered mercilessly.

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

Even being hung upside down in the sky, Harry still refused to admit defeat and cast a spell at Snape.

Of course, there was no difference in the result, and it was easily pushed away by him.

"Except your weapons!"

A red light flew from below and hit Harry in mid-air. The wand in his hand dropped instantly and fell into Snape's hand in a whirl.

Then, in a very wicked way, Snape also fired a fire at Harry.

"what!"

Harry let out a scream, and he felt as if his face had been splashed with boiling water, and there was a strong burning sensation. At the same time, big ugly boils emerged from his face, making him look It was like being stung by a swarm of wasps.

"The golden clock hits the ground."

Snape's laughing voice sounded, and Harry fell back to the ground with a snap from the sky.

"Ahhhhh! Die! Snape!"

After landing, Harry resisted the severe pain on his face and rushed towards Snape again.

"Legs freeze to death."

Snape unhurriedly fired a Stumbling Curse at him, and Harry's legs immediately joined together uncontrollably, and he, who was running, fell violently to the ground, laying on his stomach in humiliation. Snape's feet.

Trying to prop up his body with his hands, Harry raised his head and stared at Snape angrily, gnashing his teeth.

"I don't like the look in your eyes."

Snape looked at Harry icily, then cast an Eye Sickness Curse on him.

"what--"

The sharp pain in his eyes caused Harry to cover his eyes with his hands reflexively. Without the support of his arms, he fell to the ground again, and rolled on the ground in pain.

After being tortured by Snape, Harry's heart was filled with despair, his strength was too low, let alone defeating Snape to get back the Philosopher's Stone, he couldn't even touch him.

In despair, Harry shed tears of remorse, and at the same time, he couldn't restrain his resentment towards Hagrid and Professor McGonagall who didn't believe him.

But more, it was the anger at his own incompetence and the deep-rooted hatred for Snape.

Harry, who was already unable to move, and couldn't even see anything, began to curse at Snape. He tried his best to put all the most vicious words he could think of on Snape.

But soon, he couldn't even curse.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat."

With Snape's whispers, Harry's tongue was forcibly glued to his palate, causing him to moan only "whoosh".

At the same time, Snape's low-pitched laughter sounded in his ears. The laughter contained relief and self-deprecating emotions, but Harry, who was in despair and anger, couldn't hear it.

Moreover, the pain coming from all over the body has already made Harry's mind a little trance.

In a trance, Harry suddenly heard Dumbledore's voice——

"Time to stop, Severus."

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(End of this chapter)