Hogwarts lazy snake

Although most people's performance is unsatisfactory, there are always a few students whose grades can barely make me believe that you are not completely brainless idiots. "

He looked at Hermione. Although his eyes still didn't show much warmth, there was still a hint of recognition. "Ms. Granger, your Potions results are acceptable. At least the time you spent on this subject was not completely wasted."

Hermione lowered her head slightly, not sure whether it was because of Professor Snape's usual cold attitude or because she felt a little uncomfortable because she was not fully praised.

Professor Snape looked at Horn again and said, "Horn, you have a good talent in potions, but don't be complacent with a small achievement. You still have a lot of room for improvement."

Then his eyes fell on Harry, and his expression became more complicated: “Potter, although your Potions results are not the worst, they are far from my expectations.

Don't think that you can ignore the importance of potions just because you are famous. This subject is much more profound than you think."

Harry pursed his lips and said nothing, but a feeling of dissatisfaction surged in his heart.

Professor Snape continued: "However, I hope you can all learn a lesson from this result. Potions is a rigorous subject, not a game for you to play with."

"If you don't want to continue to embarrass yourself in the next exam, go back and review."

After saying this, Professor Snape looked at everyone again, as if warning them not to take his words lightly, then turned around and prepared to leave, his black robe drawing a cold arc behind him.

At this moment, Horn also realized that something was wrong. Why was his memory of that night so vague?

It's like there's a layer of fog covering it, and those fragments of memory are vaguely visible but can never be pieced together.

And what about the Philosopher's Stone? This key object that once triggered many events seems to have completely disappeared from everyone's topic.

The atmosphere on campus was also a little strange, as if something crucial was missing, but it was hard to tell what it was.

And Snape, his behavior today was really abnormal. He actually comforted people?

It was like seeing a troll doing a graceful dance; something must be wrong.

Harry also felt that he had forgotten something very important, that is, the Philosopher's Stone. This name kept echoing in his mind, but the memory related to it seemed to be locked by an invisible lock.

And there was Snape's abnormality, which he just couldn't figure out.

Just as the two were immersed in their own thoughts, Draco couldn't help it first. He frowned and said, "Horn, Harry, why are you two suddenly in a daze again? Aren't you still not healed from the auditory hallucination just now?"

Hermione and Ron also nodded. Hermione said with concern, "Yeah, you two have been acting weird since just now. Is there something on your mind? Why don't you go check on Madam Pomfrey now?"

Just as Harry was about to ask Hermione and Ron if they felt anything was wrong, a steady sound of footsteps was heard. Everyone turned around and saw Professor McGonagall hurried over.

Her expression was serious and earnest. Her eyes fell on Horn and Harry and she said, "Horn, Harry, Principal Dumbledore is looking for you. Please go to the principal's office now."

Horn and Harry looked at each other and saw confusion and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

They didn't know why the principal was looking for them, but their intuition told them that this must be closely related to the doubts in their hearts.

The two followed Professor McGonagall silently through the long corridor.

Horn~Harry~Quick~

The characters in the surrounding portraits seemed to sense the strange atmosphere as well; their chattering voices disappeared and they just watched them pass by in silence.

Horn couldn't help but secretly glance at Harry and found that Harry's brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of thought.

On the way to the principal's office, Harry and Horn found that the voice calling them appeared more and more frequently and became clearer and clearer.

With every few steps, the sound was like cold fingers gently passing through their hearts, carrying an indescribable magic.

Harry's face turned pale. He clenched his fists and tried to concentrate on finding the source of the sound, but the sound seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed to sound directly in his mind.

Horn was not much better. His steps began to stagger and his eyes revealed confusion and uneasiness.

The sound was like a puzzle hidden in the darkness, constantly teasing their nerves.

They tried to talk to Professor McGonagall about this, but they were afraid that it would be considered a sign of insanity. The voice seemed to be whispering something secret, and occasionally a few vague words could be distinguished.

Finally, they arrived at the door of the principal's office. Just as Professor McGonagall was about to give the password to enter, Horn suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Professor McGonagall, do you like the catnip I gave you before?"

Professor McGonagall was slightly stunned, then a barely perceptible gentle smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Oh, Horn, that catnip is very good. My cat likes it very much."

Horn nodded and then asked, "Professor, why didn't I see you at the year-end party?"

When Harry heard Horn's question, he secretly remembered that he did not seem to meet Professor McGonagall at the year-end dinner.

Also, does Mag have a cat?

Professor McGonagall's eyes dimmed slightly, but soon returned to normal. She said calmly, "I had some things to deal with, so I couldn't attend the party. Well, we should go in."

"Olaf Cockroach Pile."

Professor McGonagall whispered a command, and the stone beast slowly moved away, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the headmaster's office.

Horn took a deep breath and walked up the stairs with Harry. With every step, the tension in his heart grew stronger.

They don’t know what is waiting for them, the answer to their doubts, or an even more confusing puzzle?

When they walked into the headmaster's office, they saw Headmaster Dumbledore standing in front of the window, with the beautiful campus scenery of Hogwarts behind him.

Hearing their footsteps, Headmaster Dumbledore slowly turned around. His eyes were gentle and deep, as if containing endless wisdom.

"Horn, Harry, you are here." Headmaster Dumbledore's voice was calm and kind. "Please sit down. I think we have something to discuss."

Horn did not listen to Dumbledore and sit down. Instead, he asked Dumbledore curiously, "Headmaster, what do you want us to do?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you about your injuries and whether you want to go see Madam Pomfrey again." Dumbledore asked with concern when he saw Horn asking.

"Oh, I see. By the way, Principal, I remember there was a magic spell that was performed like this. Can you see if I made any mistakes?" Horn said, and then waved his arms: "Expecto Patronus!"

A silver glowing gas slowly emerged from Horn's hand, emitting a strong light!

All of a sudden, the silver gas wrapped around Horn and Harry, who had been standing behind him after seeing Horn's instructions.

Gradually, it became more and more, and finally enveloped the two of them like a fog. At the same time, as the fog became thicker, Horn and Harry heard a sound like a mirror breaking.

“Ding — clatter! snap!”

Finally, Harry felt dizzy and the last thing he saw was two red dots.