HP monster

After calming down, I forced myself to continue watching without changing my face, but the operation of my brain was no longer within my control. I began to recall every action and everything Snape had done. There is no reason to put him in the camp of old monsters.

He's protecting Harry.

Everyone could see that even though the two were in dire straits, whenever Harry was in trouble, Snape would indeed stand up and help Harry as much as he could.

Then why...

My thoughts were interrupted by the old monster's laughter.

Laughing arrogantly, he announced his return loudly, and he asked his servants to look at his face carefully and appreciate the self who was just the soul, as if he was showing off some great treasure.

He bowed down in a daze, and let himself get closer to the Death Eaters: "See? This is a new life, not only my new life, but also our era... You, you will see it slowly, slowly Discover how right it really is to follow me."

I'm curious, the old monster has almost lost everything now, he has no ability, can't cast spells, he is no longer as talented as the legend says, he doesn't even have a physical body, how can he be confident that his subordinates are right? Are you still as loyal as you used to be?

And these Death Eaters were really summoned, and crawled again at the feet of their masters.

...I guess, this may be because the old monster left an indelible terrifying impression on them before, so that they didn't even dare to resist.

Or, these are lunatics, they follow an old monster without scruples, wanting to get everything they want.

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Snape was left alone, and together with Lucius, he was taken into the room where the old monster lived, and he didn't step out of the room for more than half a month. When I passed by the old monster's room a few times, I smelled I felt a pungent and disgusting smell, which was comparable to ammonia gas, and could not even be blocked by the door panel. It emanated from the cracks in the door, making people almost nauseous.

I'm a little curious.

I subconsciously felt that this had something to do with the recovery of the old monster, but my rationality told me that if I wanted to survive, it was best not to open that door.

But when he was free, he would still unconsciously imagine that maybe the old monster was put in a wooden barrel by two people, and it was filled with potions. He needed that disgusting potion to restore his physical body... ...This time the old bat hasn't been to school for so long, I don't know how happy the Gryffindor students will be, no, maybe all the students will breathe a sigh of relief, maybe someone will bet on whether Snape was finally killed by Deng Bullido is dismissed... Lucius is so happy with Snape, he loves his little dragon so much, and with Snape, he has unlimited time every day to get to know Draco everything in school...

These days, besides reading books and learning enough skills to protect myself, the rest I live with imagination.

I suddenly realized what the Sorting Hat said firsthand.

When you have no one to accompany you and you can only live, you really need something for yourself to deliberate, consider, and reminisce. Only these can support me from being defeated by loneliness.

...I even start to miss the first half of my time here, when I at least had an old monster who could teach me what was in the books.

This numb day was finally broken one day.

No, it shouldn't be a human being...

Looking at Dobby, I wondered if I really wanted to laugh.

Holding up the small cake in my hand, I greeted it: "Want a piece?"

Seeing Dobby smashing his head against the wall because of my words, I laughed maliciously, and gradually I lost the strength to laugh...

I just remembered Draco's pale face after he escaped last time. I don't know if I, who was helped to leave by Dobby this time, will make all the irrelevant people here tremble and roll on the ground in pain.

My legs were moving like cramps, struggling like my brain, twisted into a ball, and finally, I chose to give up.

Let me compare it to him, let him stop making any more messy noises, to say that he was sent by the great Harry Potter to investigate whether I am with the big devil, let him wait here first-I am sure that No one in the door would come out at this time. Lucius just came out and took a big bag of potion and went in, which kept them busy for a while.

I went back to my room and took out a stack of parchment, lying on the bed and writing to Harry.

I was not satisfied with the first one after writing a few words. I think calling Harry my dear is a bit too pretentious, but I can't think of anything else to call it.

The second one simply called Harry directly, but I couldn't remember where to start. When I came back to my senses, I found that a huge ink spot had fallen on the parchment.

When I reached the third one, I suddenly laughed nervously.

I remembered when I first met Harry. At that time, I didn’t bother to talk to this timid kid. I always felt that talking to him would make me equally cowardly, but I couldn’t help but want to get close to myself. The real No.1 in life, I want to get closer to him.

In fact, I was also very scared. I was afraid that the boy would be scared away by the empty house with things floating up from time to time.

I'm afraid he will be taken away by my bad temper.

But as a matter of fact, Harry had always been a good boy, and he wasn't timid at all, and between us, it was me who was timid.

The hand just stayed on one piece of parchment after another, leaving ink dots one after another, and then they were all balled up and thrown away.

Until the end, the letter handed to Dobby only said that I am fine.

When Dobby was about to leave, I suddenly had the courage to ask him: "Dobby, can you come back again?"

Dobby's head tilted: "Okay, what does sir want Dobby to do?"

"Kidnapping the Sorting Hat!" I'm proud of my idea.

I raised my chin and said to Dobby: "Kidnapping the Sorting Hat, bring the Sorting Hat to me, don't let too many people find out, if Dumbledore finds you, tell him this is an agreement between him and Dikas, The agreement that the sorting hat can be taken away."

"Is the Sorting Hat going to use the Sorting Hat to serve those who cannot name?"

"No." I replied with a smile, "it's for myself."

"Okay, sir." Dobby snapped and disappeared into thin air.

I'm assuming that it's definitely a good idea to keep both creatures together when they're both eroded by loneliness.

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The old man suffered a lot. He kept yelling loudly after he landed, and the house-elf who didn't obey the command and acted secretly led him to apparate, which almost killed him.

I sat on the bed, put the old Sorting Hat on my lap, and listened happily to his nagging.

Look at his body, which has been clean since the last time he cleaned it.

These joys are directly expressed on my face.

Finally enough of nagging, the old Sorting Hat looked around and took a deep breath of enjoyment: "The feeling of leaving Hogwarts is not as bad as I imagined."

I asked curiously, "You never came out?"

The Sorting Hat shook its tip: "Yeah, it's never happened before, it feels very novel. Speaking of it, no one has ever thought that I can leave Hogwarts. They all think that I am a part of Hogwarts. Like the carpet under the tables in the Great Hall, like the movable staircase leading in different directions, they also think that I am part of Hogwarts and I should not leave... I almost think so, if it is not this time brought out by you."

I nodded knowingly.

"Tell me, what do you want me to help you with this time?"

"Hmm..." I blushed in embarrassment, "It's not like I ask you every time I call you out."

"Yeah, yeah," he shook his head miraculously, "Twice out of three times, tell me quickly, for the sake of giving me a good trip."

"You said you would help me, but don't regret it when the time comes." I smiled and lifted him up, just like me.

During this process, he returned to his old man's nature, whistling and crumbling non-stop, asking me to put it down and stabilize it so that it wouldn't fall on him.

"I've heard you say it dozens of times, my ears are getting callused, I'm sure I'll be careful!"

Putting him down with a smile, I smiled involuntarily while pretending to be dissatisfied.

"Stinky boy." He twisted his body while muttering, "Okay, tell me, what do you want to learn this time?"

I brought my face closer to his, trying to look more serious.

"I need your help, help me learn curses, black magic, attack magic, all the magic that can be used in war."

Glared a pair of eyes from the black cap body.

"Are you sure?"

I affirmed, "Yes, I am sure, the war is coming soon."

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Dobby became my messenger for Harry and me. After several contacts, I finally understood why he was able to come and go freely in Malfoy Manor—he was simply the house elf of the Malfoy family, a rebellious elf with his own He adores Harry, just like some Muggle kids chasing stars, who are obsessed with their idol fans.

Harry told me word by word what happened to him, Ron, and Granger after I left. The previous Chamber of Secrets had the real answer. They met Tom Riddle himself, and luckily defeated the A terrible basilisk destroyed the diary completely with the snake's fangs.

Harry said, hurry up and find a way to get back, I wrote you so many letters that Dobby couldn't keep them, so I had to give up and pile them up at our house.

Harry said, why didn't you kill Voldemort?He caught you, but according to your description, he is not scary at all now.

Harry said, it doesn't matter, Dumbledore said that he is already deploying, and he will be able to lead someone to rescue you soon, please wait patiently.

Harry said, we have Dumbledore, one day we can defeat Voldemort, then we can take the exam together, after we graduate, we have to find the same job, we wear suits and ties, yes Watching the leaders flatter and flatter the subordinates, and when they are not around, the two of us will tell cold jokes about tomatoes together.

Harry talked a lot.

Almost every piece of parchment has traces of tears falling down.

I know, I've always known, that he misses me, just as I've always missed him.

I wrote a whole sheet of I miss you, but none of them could be boldly handed over to Dobby.

I don't have the courage to show my cowardice so bluntly. Only in this way can I persist here, and when I see Harry repeatedly talking about how to follow Dumbledore to kill Voldemort, calm down and don't let myself trembling.

... It is not a conspiracy that I am deeply looking forward to the appearance of Voldemort in my life. If it is, then he is too cunning.

Cunningly cunning.

... He appeared in front of me when I was at my weakest, making me not afraid of him but also afraid of him. In the emotional struggle of repeated struggles, I had indescribable feelings for him.

So that I can't really raise my wand at him when I'm really facing the war.

If that's what he wanted, he'd already succeeded in the first place.

The author has something to say:

The thing that can break a person the most is loneliness, but looking back, what we Dickas have faced the most until now is loneliness, rubbing our own son.