Hogwarts lazy snake

In the Potions class on Friday, students from Slytherin and Gryffindor gathered in the classroom. Professor Snape, dressed in a black robe and with a stern look on his face, stood in front of the podium like a sculpture in the dark night.

In his signature low, magnetic, yet chilling voice, he explained the delicate steps of making the potion: "After you mix the hair-standing agent into the mouse's tail, be sure to stir it clockwise."

"Then, stir it precisely for one-third of a turn. When the potion changes color, you can add the fairy wings. Listen carefully, and don't make any mistakes. Otherwise, this pot of potion will become waste, just like the chaotic and disordered thinking of some of you. It will not accomplish anything, but will cause trouble."

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the classroom like cold lightning, carrying a bit of criticism and intimidation, making the students silent.

Ron was distracted for a moment and was about to throw the struggling and squeaking Scabbers into the pot, but he was startled by Professor Snape's angry rebuke:

"Ron Weasley! Have you been gnawed by a troll and turned into a complete idiot? I want three rat tails, not the whole rat. Are you planning to blow up the classroom by acting so recklessly?"

Ron was so scared that his face turned pale. He hurriedly stuffed Scabbers back into his arms. He looked like a child caught hiding candy. His face was full of embarrassment and a bit of fear. He secretly glanced at Snape and didn't dare to breathe.

Harry seemed to be in another world, immersed in the shocking secrets that Horn had revealed earlier. The tragic scene of his parents being killed by Voldemort kept replaying in his mind. Pain and anger were intertwined, making his eyes empty and he was completely insensitive to what was happening in the classroom.

Professor Snape was even more furious when he saw this, like a powder keg that had been lit, and roared, "And you, Harry Potter! Have you completely lost interest in learning magic? How dare you stare blankly in such a rigorous and solemn class? If you have no intention of learning, then get out of the way and stop being an eyesore here!"

Harry was suddenly brought back to reality by the harsh scolding. He opened his eyes wide and looked through the lenses, his eyes full of confusion and panic, like a lost lamb. He looked at Snape with his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

Snape stared into the familiar eyes for a long while, frowned, and finally flicked his sleeves, turned to look at the students who were looking at him because of the farce, and scolded: "What are you looking at? Concentrate on the operation!"

"Little Dragon..."

Horn was sitting on the side, looking at Draco, who was fiddling with the potion materials in an orderly manner in front of him. Just as he was about to say a few words, something unexpected happened.

The glass windows of the classroom were instantly covered with a strange white mist, as if shrouded by a mysterious veil. Soon after, the crystal utensils were not spared. The temperature in the room dropped rapidly as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. The breath exhaled by everyone instantly turned into white mist, lingering in the air.

Professor Snape's face suddenly changed, as if he was facing a great enemy. He rushed to the door and shouted loudly: "Everyone stay in the classroom, don't move!"

Although the voice was cold, it revealed a bit of nervousness. The footsteps were hurried and the black robe rustled.

When he walked to the door, he saw a thick layer of white frost condensing on the door panel at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the surface of a frozen lake in winter, emitting a biting chill.

Before he could reach out to push the door, an eerie cold air accompanied by a "crackling" sound burst open the door, and a monster with a hunched body and a tattered cloak appeared before him.

The monster exuded an aura of decay and death. The body under the cloak looked like it had been soaked in sewage for years and was already rotten. Its scabby palms were twisted like dead branches. The most terrifying thing was that there was only a deep hole on its face, like an endless black hole, swallowing up the light and vitality around it.

Professor Snape saw this and drew out his wand without hesitation, shouting, "Expecto Patronus!"

In an instant, a bright white light appeared from the tip of the staff, like a sharp blade of justice, piercing straight at the monster.

The monster seemed extremely frightened. It raised its hands to cover its face and flew backwards in fear.

But Professor Snape did not dare to relax at all. He held his wand in his hand, his body tense as a string, and stood guard at the door. His face became even colder as he cursed, "Fuck it! How could this damn thing appear here?! What do those guys in the Magic City want to do?!"

Most of the students in the classroom were frightened by the monster Mo Yan had just displayed.

Horn was even more confused. How could the Dementors appear here?

Yes, the monster at the door just now, although Horn had never seen it before, he recognized it as the Dementors of Azkaban at a glance!

At the same time, above the Hogwarts Castle, the originally clear sky was instantly shrouded in haze. Dementors were like black ghosts, wearing ragged cloaks, flying around wantonly. Wherever they passed, the cold was raging, as if dragging the world into an endless winter.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood high up in the castle, his expression solemn, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes, he suddenly pushed open the window, raised his wand high, and shouted: "Expedience Patronus!"

In an instant, a giant silver phoenix roared out from the tip of the magic wand, and its body was shining brightly, just like a bright moon in the sky, illuminating the entire castle.

The Dementors that were dancing in the air saw the silver phoenix as if it was burned by fire. They screamed miserably and fled in all directions in a panic.

In the corridor of the castle, Professor McGonagall also waved her wand, and a silver-white tabby cat Patronus leaped out lightly, moving flexibly among the students, driving away the Dementors that attempted to attack the students.

"careful!"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed as a Dementor rushed towards a Slytherin student like a ghost.

Her tabby cat Patronus was protecting another Hufflepuff student at the time. At the critical moment, the silver phoenix Patronus appeared like a divine soldier from the sky, and scared the Dementors away.

At this moment, a flame suddenly ignited, and Fawkes and Headmaster Dumbledore walked out. Dumbledore said calmly, "Minerva, leave this to me. Go check on the students."

After saying this, he waved the magic wand in his hand, and the silver phoenix patronus flapped its wings and flew high again, circling in the castle corridor, howling and majestic.

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement, and while she methodically organized the students to go to a safe place, she also directed her tabby cat patronus to guard against any danger and not let any fish slip through the net.

In the Potions classroom, a crowd of people gradually gathered. They were all students who were rescued by Professor Snape in the corridor or who sought refuge on their own.

Among them, there were several senior students. Although they were pale and breathless, they forced themselves to cast the Patronus Charm.

He came all the way to protect the younger students, but the Patronus Charm was either dim or only a faint white shadow. By the time he arrived at the classroom, he was already exhausted and collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely, with his wand rolling to the side.

"How did these horrible Dementors suddenly appear in Hogwarts!" Hermione said worriedly, while she and the girls took care of the students who were injured while fleeing.

Carlotta was using gauze to bandage the wounds of injured classmates: "I don't know, I don't know what the Ministry of Magic did."

At this time, a space was cleared in the middle of the classroom. The students who were originally in class and the students who came in later gathered together, whispering and talking. Fear and confusion filled the air.

Professor Snape stood guard at the door, as cold and majestic as a door god, his wand flashing from time to time, driving away the Dementors that appeared from time to time.

"Come this way! You idiots!"

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of several students being chased by Dementors at the corner. He shouted loudly and cast the Patronus Charm again. With a flash of light, he forced the Dementors back.

Just as Professor Snape walked away from the door for a moment, a Dementor seized the opportunity and sneaked into the classroom like a ghost, and an eerie and cold air instantly filled the air.

"what!"

The students screamed in shock. Seeing this, the senior students who had just recovered gritted their teeth and struggled to cast the Patronus Charm again, but they were powerless. Their wands trembled and the light was so dim that it was almost extinguished.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A voice and a dazzling silver-white light emanated from the crowd.