[HP] Snake

The underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of them wandering up and down the crowded dance floor, listening to the eerie sound of saws being played by the band on the black-clothed stage beyond. Trembling voice, dancing a strange waltz.

Innumerable candles were lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a faint blue light.The whole classroom was frighteningly cold, as soon as one stepped in, it was like falling into an ice cave.

Severus threw another Warming Charm on both of us, and it made us feel a little better.

"Respect... respect...Your Excellency Slytherin... It's a great honor for you to come..." "Almost Headless" Nick leaned over, took off his hat with feathers on his head, deeply After bowing, he almost got his head off completely.

"Sir Nicholas, but you are too reserved. Today is also your birthday, and I hope you have a good time." Wei Wei bowed, impatient to deal with him.

"Your Excellency Slytherin." Barrow, who was staying alone, also leaned over. When Nick saw him coming, he was shocked, and hurriedly bowed to us. He didn't even dare to say a word, and ran away. It also seemed to float away.

"Mr. Barrow, long time no see." He glanced sideways at the embarrassed Nick and raised his eyebrows at Barrow.

"Your Excellency Slytherin is living in the dean's office again, so naturally I can't see you." He ignored my teasing and replied calmly.

"Again?" Severus asked next to him, his silky low voice reminding me that I almost forgot about him again.

"Sev, Mr. Barrow is a student of Salazar College, and he has received black magic guidance from Salazar himself. He naturally knew that I was living in the dean's office at that time." Even a thousand years ago, many wizards There is no way to accept the existence of black magic, and Hogwarts did not offer black magic courses for a time. At that time, Salazar would select some suitable students from this college to the office for small class guidance, and Barrow was one of them.

"Mr. Snape, I have to say, you are really like the dean, just as eccentric, as rigorous, as arrogant, and just as unsuitable to be a professor." Barrow said that it was quite rigid. The voice said, with some emotion on his expression.

"Pfft—oh, yes, Salazar is really not very suitable to be a professor, and his partiality for Slytherin can almost be said to be unreasonable." He couldn't help laughing, and the words he said inevitably brought A little nostalgic.Salazar can be pretty harsh when it comes to his classes at Hogwarts, especially Gryffindor.As long as Slytherin did not make any principled mistakes, he would not receive any severe punishment at all, and Gryffindor would be singled out and severely punished if there was even a little problem.On a few occasions, Salazar even secretly instigated Slytherin students to throw explosives into the cauldrons of Gryffindor students in Potions class, of course, after being overdone by that idiot Godric.

Withdrawing from the memories bit by bit, I saw Severus's slightly changed expression when he turned his head, but it passed away in a flash, and I didn't think much about it, I just thought it was because Baro said no, he was a little bit uncomfortable. Just happy.

"I have to say that it is an honor for all of Slytherin to have such a headmaster." Barrow spoke again, and his originally cold and sad face softened slightly.

"Of course... oh, who is that girl?"

Barrow and Severus looked in the direction of my finger. It was a female ghost who kept crying, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with long and straight hair, crying almost It's a bit dire.

"That's Myrtle, who used to be a student of Ravenclaw. One night about 50 years ago, she accidentally died in the girls' bathroom on the second floor of the castle." Barrow said lightly, his expression still cold. look.

"You do know."

"The dean once taught us that mastering all the information around us is the first condition for making perfect decisions. And, after all, there are only so many ghosts in Hogwarts."

I smiled noncommittally and said nothing.

50 years ago?The girls' bathroom on the second floor?Is it a bit too much of a coincidence?

It wasn't long before Severus and I said goodbye, to the background music of the Myrtle screaming and chasing Peeves.

And I didn't see Mr. Patrick Debord from the so-called Headless Hunters until I left.

On the way back to the cellar, Severus kept silent, and I couldn't say anything, so I had to walk forward with my head covered.

【Master... hiss... master...】

Suddenly, there was a sliding sound from the wall beside him, and Basilisk's low call.Immediately, the sound became smaller and smaller, apparently going upwards.

"Sev, it's Basilisk, he's looking for me." I stretched out my hand to grab Severus, who was beside me, and explained to him.

"Hmph, what is that stupid snake going to do again?!" He snorted coldly, frowned, and his tone was a little annoyed.

"Before, he said that it's time to shed his skin. Maybe he has already done it. I mentioned it to him before and asked him to give me the shed skin. You will like the snake shed of the thousand-year-old basilisk, Is not it?"

"Oh, of course." His eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he almost dragged me to the secret room immediately.

"Let's go to the second floor first, Basilisk must have come out from there."

Between Severus' eagerness and my snickering, we made it to the bathroom on the second floor.

However, instead of seeing Basilisk, we were greeted with an eerie scene.

The cat of the castle keeper, Filch, seemed to be Mrs. Loris. It was lying on the ground stiffly, its eyes were wide open, and it looked frightened. There was a large pool of water under its body. .

Damn it, Basilisk got into trouble!

"Damn stupid snake!" Severus growled lowly.

"Oh, I think maybe we should hurry up now, Sev."

However, it was too late.There was a loud noise from a distance, presumably the banquet was over.The students were chatting happily about the satisfying banquet tonight, pushing and shoving into the hallway from the stairs.

When the students saw Severus and I, the cat on the ground, the cat was frozen all over, the buzzing and chattering disappeared in an instant.

Because of Severus' presence, they obviously didn't dare to push forward to watch, they could only gather around a not too far away and peek their heads.

"What's going on in here? What's going on?" Filch was present, shouldering his way through the crowd and rushing in.

Then he saw the frozen cat, clutching his face in its hands in horror, and staggered back a few steps.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?!" He screamed, I frowned uncomfortably, and Severus beside me frowned too, pulling me slightly onto himself behind.

Filch turned suddenly and glared at me with hatred.

"You!" he screamed, "it must be you! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'll kill you! I'll—"

"Filch!"

Dumbledore also rushed over, followed by many professors.In the blink of an eye, he came over and picked up the cat on the ground.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch, and then turned to Severus and me. "I think Severus and Mr. Slytherin need to come over, too."

"My office is closest to here, Headmaster - it's upstairs - you can -" Lockhart hurried forward.

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore agreed with a smile.

The students parted tacitly to the two sides, allowing us to pass.Lockhart looked very excited and followed Dumbledore, looking very high.The professors followed, and Severus and I were last.

Walking into Lockhart's dimly lit office, there was an instant commotion on the walls, and there were several pictures of Lockhart hiding in a panic, even with curlers in their hair.

Lockhart lit a candle on the table and stepped back.Dumbledore put the cat on the clean table and began to examine it carefully.I looked up at Severus, who was frowning, reached out and touched his clenched fist lightly, and pushed my hand into it bit by bit.

Dumbledore looked at the cat carefully through his half-moon glasses, the tip of his nose almost touched its fur, and his slender fingers poked lightly here and there.Professor McGonagall was also bent over, and his face was also moved up, squinting his eyes to observe carefully.Lockhart hovered around them, constantly making suggestions.

"It must have been a spell that killed it - probably the Transfiguration spell. I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I wasn't there, I just happen to know the cure that would have saved him ..."

Lockhart was interrupted by a sad sob from Filch, who was slumped in a chair by the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at the cat.

And I was secretly laughing in the shadow created by Severus' tall figure, this Lockhart is really a fool.

"... I remember something very similar happened in Ouagadougou," Lockhart went on boasting, "a series of attacks, which are well documented in my autobiography. At that time, I gave the people I bought all kinds of amulets and solved the problem at once..."

As he spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall nodded in agreement.One of them even forgot to take off his hairnet, looking rather stupid.

Afterwards, Dumbledore straightened up slowly, and turned to Filch with a sad face.

"It's not dead, Filch," he said softly.

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———————————— A small theater that continues to convulse—————————

Filch: You killed Mrs. Norris, you were ruthless, you were cruel, you were vexatious!

Xiaoha: You are ruthless, cold, and vexatious!

Filch: I am ruthless, cruel, and unreasonable!

Xiaoha: You are not ruthless, cruel, or unreasonable!Okay~~~ Even if I am ruthless, cold, and vexatious!

Filch: You are ruthless, cold, and unreasonable!

Xiaoha: If I'm ruthless, cold, and unreasonable!I will not be more ruthless, cold, and vexatious than you!

Filch: Huh!You are the most ruthless, cold, and vexatious!

Moxie: Pfft——