[HP] This deer is not a deer

Harry felt himself rising into the air, the summer scene around him vanished, and he floated upward in the icy darkness, Snape's hand still clutching his upper arm.Then, with a sharp dive, as if he were somersaulting in mid-air, his feet hit the stone floor of Snape's dungeon, and he stood again on the edge of Snape's desk. Next to the Pensieve, in the dimly lit study of the real Potions teacher.

"So," said Snape, gripping Harry's arm so hard that Harry felt his hand go numb, "you're happy, Potter, then?"

"No-no," said Harry, trying to free his arm.

It was scary: Snape's lips quivered, his face was so pale, his teeth bared.

"Your father's an interesting man, isn't he?" Snape said, shaking Harry so hard that Harry's glasses fell off his nose.

"I do not have--"

Snape pushed Harry with all his might.Harry fell hard to the floor of the dungeon.

"You're not allowed to tell anyone what you saw!" Snape roared.

"No," Harry said, standing up, trying to stay as far away from Snape as possible, "No, of course I—"

"Get out, get out, I never want to see you in this office again!"

As Harry dashed for the door, a jar of dead cockroaches burst over his head.

He twisted open the door, quickly rushed out of the office, and ran all the way along the corridor!

But within a few steps, Harry leaned against the wall panting, rubbing his bruised arm, his head was dizzy, mixed with intense fear, and a little guilty...

Harry felt so terrified and sad, and it wasn't because Snape was yelling at him or hitting him with a can.

He knew what it was like to be humiliated in front of a crowd of onlookers, and he knew exactly what Snape felt when he was taunted by his father, who, from what he had just seen, was indeed an arrogant The man, exactly as Snape had been telling him all along.

Slowly walking forward, holding on to the wall, Harry's temples tingled, his eyes were darkening - and Harry was breathing hard, breathing fast.

He was dizzy, and it didn't know how long it had passed before Harry realized that his sight had recovered, and his body unknowingly leaned against the wall. Sliding down the stone wall, he slowly closed his eyes again, and the tiredness that had been suppressed by force surged up again.

I don't know how long it took, Harry barely opened his eyes, his hands and feet were limp - he looked down, the strange body was covered with a big wizard robe, brown...brown fluff with spots, and straight limbs , the four hooves limply limp beside him.

"Yo——" Harry woke up instantly, and he yelled in horror. He wanted to yell, but a familiar and strange voice came out of his throat. It was not a human language, and no one could understand it at all. .

Harry staggered to his feet, he hadn't been like this for a long time... a little unfamiliar, Harry tried to prop up his limbs, and hurriedly walked back towards the way he came. However, when he walked back to the potions professor's office At the door, Harry suddenly remembered, why did he come to find Snape?Yes, he wanted help - but not Snape...Harry froze, wondering who he could turn to for help?

Dumbledore - by the way, Harry remembered, Dumbledore had been away from Hogwarts for a long time.

He was almost done drinking the potion he had brought from Dumbledore.

And he couldn't think of it at all, and Dumbledore didn't mention it, and Harry thought it meant safety...but now it seems that it doesn't.

Harry thought hard, how long had it been since he had taken his medicine?About a month?

The corridor in the cellar was dark and cold, making Harry feel as if he was soaked in cold water. The ground was icy cold, and he was at a loss when he heard a faint conversation coming from the corridor...someone was walking this way, at this moment, The door behind him opened.

Harry opened his eyes stiffly, and looked behind him.

A man in a black robe stood behind him, looking down at him.

Unable to contain his astonishment, he stared straight at Harry.

Snape recognized him, and Harry stiffened, humming carefully, in an unintentional attempt to curry favor with Snape.

After all... Snape didn't know who he was?Harry stood there on all fours, looking over his shoulder nervously at Snape, who was struggling to turn his head around, looking precarious, and backed away slowly and carefully.

Snape didn't move.

He was quietly watching the deer standing in front of the door. Harry was about to turn away when Snape suddenly moved.

He walked up and grabbed Harry into the office, and the door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the stranger Harry was about to face.

Harry was vaguely relieved, but nervous again, he was thrown to the floor by Snape, he looked up at Snape with a stern face.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and Snape turned around to take a look, and in a low voice turned the chair into a thick blanket and threw it over Harry.

Snape hid him in a corner, and Harry held his breath and remained motionless.

The door was opened, "Professor Snape, Professor Umbridge is looking for you, she is waiting for you on the third floor."

"What happened?"

"The third floor turned into a quagmire. I don't know who did it."

"Okay, I know, you can leave first, I'll go back later."

"Yes, Professor."

With a 'click', the door closed, and the visitor had already left. Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but what he didn't expect was that the next second, the blanket on his head was lifted, and Snape didn't immediately Leave, but stand in front of him.

Harry tensed his body, trying to retract his straight limbs, and his long pointed ears had unconsciously pulled down.

Snape looked at him and said suddenly, "Potter."

Harry froze completely in shock, staring at the black toe in front of him.

"Change back, Potter," Snape repeated coldly.

Trying to calm himself, Harry shook his head stiffly.

"Don't kid yourself, Potter, I know it's you," Snape said softly. Harry didn't move, and he continued, "Very well, maybe you think this is fun? I did get tricked by you at first, don't Thought I'd never notice—now, change back!"

Harry just continued shaking his head in panic.

Snape pulled out his wand, and said with a icy smile, "Well, if you can't do it yourself, then I'll have to help, show up!"

Harry watched in horror as Snape pointed at his wand, the spell fell on him in a flash of light, Harry shook his head hard, but he still felt the spell fall on him - Harry He thought it was useless, but it seemed to be different from what he had imagined. His bones seemed to be melting, and it was uncomfortable...Harry was stunned to realize that his eyes had become higher, and he was sitting on the floor with A burst of coldness made him shiver.

His waist was in contact with the cold floor, and he felt the cold touch without any barriers. Harry suddenly realized that he was not wearing pants now--by the way, Harry remembered with difficulty that when he transformed, his pants fell down. In the corridor, his clothes were still on and did not fall off.

Harry was pressed tightly to the ground, the hem of his clothes barely covered the bottom of his thighs. He sat stiffly on the floor, not daring to move. He raised his head, and Snape standing in front of him was stunned.

The eyes full of ice flashed, and they avoided Harry's sight for a moment, and Snape's expression was twisted into an unnatural expression.

The next second, Snape seemed to realize something was wrong, he forced to look directly at Harry, Harry was holding on to the hem of his clothes tightly, Snape's black eyes stared at him fiercely.

Harry was uneasy, he shook his ears subconsciously—wait a minute, Harry froze, then shook his ears again, why—Harry raised his hand tremblingly, touching the side of his face...up, further down The last point... a long pointy, fluffy long ear fell into his hand, struggling automatically to move around in his hand.

Harry raised his hands abruptly, he touched his face, but fortunately there was no change - Harry immediately raised his hands, and quickly covered his ears on both sides, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Snape .

Snape was still quiet, his gaze became more and more strange, he stared at Harry strangely for a long time, until Harry couldn't help but yelled, "Don't look!—"

Snape was still looking at him, his eyes wandering below him, then staring blankly at his covered ears.

"Stop looking!" Harry shrank back, the cold floor made him shiver, his green eyes were fiercely hostile to Snape, full of panic and anger.

Snape came back to his senses, and said in a cold voice, "It has nothing to do with me. You turned into an Animagus in the castle for no reason. You know how dangerous it is. And you won't change back—now , like this, you should explain..."

"I'm not!" Harry tightly covered his ears, he grabbed the abnormal ear in his hand, his eyes were red, panicking that maybe he would go on like this forever, he yelled, "I'm not an Animagus! I won't change!—”

"Calm down," Snape said, frowning. "Explain well, Potter."

"During the summer vacation, I accidentally fell under the spell," Harry whispered in a low voice, "It will pass after a while, and then Dumbledore cured me, but I didn't expect it to be like this again, I thought It's been all right for so long... I forgot about the potion, and Dumbledore didn't give me another potion."

Snape frowned slowly, he pondered for a moment, and continued, turning aside Harry who was looking up, "That's why it took effect, the original spell was disturbed."

"What? What does that mean? So what should I do?" Harry looked at him with wide eyes.

Snape didn't answer his question, he glanced at Harry and only said coldly, "You stay here tonight."