The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Filch? What happened?"

At this critical juncture, someone could rescue Harry in the middle of the night. Harry thanked this gentleman very much, and then he looked up.

Filch stopped and turned away when he and Harry were only a few steps away.At the bottom of the stairs stood a man, and if anyone could have made Harry's handling more sinister, it would have been this man: Snape.He was wearing a gray nightshirt and his face was livid.

Oh, why Professor Snape.Harry sighed, and tried to creep up a step.

"It's Peeves, Professor," Filch whispered viciously. "It must be up to something."

Severus looked at it thoughtfully, moved his ears slightly, and turned his head to the stairs, Harry froze in shock.

Filch didn't know what he was looking at, so he said something casually, but Severus walked up the stairs and stood right next to Filch.Harry gritted his teeth, he believed that the sound of his pounding heart would reveal his existence at any moment...

"Peves?" Snape said softly, his eyes fixed on Filch and Mrs. Norris, and his eyes wandered all over the stairs. "But Peeves can't break into my office..."

"Is anyone in your office, Professor?"

"Indeed," said Snape sharply, "I heard a bang, bang, and a scream—"

"Yes, Professor, that's Peeves—"

"—I'll come over and investigate—"

"—Professor, it must be Peeves!—"

"—as I passed my office, I saw a torch lighted, and a cupboard door ajar! Somebody's looking for something in there!"

"But Peeves can't—"

"I know he can't, Filch!" Severus' voice became harsh again. "I have sealed my office with a spell, and only wizards can break in!" Snape looked up the stairs , looking straight through Harry's body, and then he looked down at the corridor below, "I want you to come and help me search for the intruder, Filch."

"I—OK, Professor—but—"

Filch stared longingly up the stairs, his eyes right through Harry.Harry could see that he was reluctant to pass up this good opportunity to intercept Peeves.

Let's go, let's go.Harry begged silently, let's go with Snape... let's go... Mrs. Norris was poking her head around Filch's legs... Harry could clearly sense that it could smell him... …Oh, why does he put so much scented lotion in the bath?The hateful prefect's bathroom, isn't this the "corruption of capital" that Daniel often talks about?

"That's right, Professor," said Filch dejectedly, "but I'd really like to catch Peeves...I mean, why can't it be Peeves breaking into your office?"

"Filch, I don't care about that nasty mischievous ghost. It's my office that's been attacked—"

pedal.pedal.pedal.

Severus stopped talking abruptly.Both he and Filch looked down at the bottom of the stairs.Through the gap between their heads, Harry saw Mad-Eye Moody limping out.Moody wore his old traveling cloak over his nightshirt and used his cane as usual.

"Pajama party, huh?" he said gruffly up the stairs.

"Professor Snape and I heard voices, Professor," said Filch at once. "It was the prankster Peeves, throwing things around as usual—and then Professor Snape found out that someone—"

"Shut up!" Severus whispered to Filch.

Moody took another step toward the stairs.His magical eye looked at Snape, and then at Harry.

Before Harry could look at him, he felt something—he couldn't say it, but it was something light—touched his body at that moment, and he immediately trembled violently, as if he saw something White dots of light fell from overhead.

Harry's heart gave a frightful beating.Moody could see through the Invisibility Cloak... only he could see the strange scene: Snape in his shirt-style nightgown, Filch standing there, himself sitting next to him, but……

And at this moment, Moody's eyes slipped past Snape, past Harry, and slipped away as if he hadn't seen anything.

He almost suffocated himself in one breath, couldn't help but gasp out half of his breath, and then immediately suffocated it - there was Professor Snape beside him.

"Did I hear you right, Snape?" Professor Moody asked slowly. "Someone broke into your office?"

"That doesn't matter," Snape said coldly.

"On the contrary," growled Moody, "that's very important. Who's going to break into your office?"

"Probably a student," Snape said.Harry could see a blood vessel throbbing horribly in Snape's oily temple. "This has happened before..."

Harry's attention suddenly shifted, he felt itchy on the back of his neck, as if something slender and soft swept past him, and something brought him a gust of wind, I have to say, this wind made him His nervous sweat subsided a little.

But the back of my neck is really itchy.Harry couldn't help but want to stretch out his hand to scratch, but he didn't dare, so he could only turn his neck within the allowable range of his behavior and look back. Fortunately, Professor Snape was fighting with Moody, and they didn't care about it for now. No other rustling noises.

Thinking of this, Harry turned his head 90° to the right, facing a pair of compound eyes consisting of more than 5000 small eyes—hexagonal wedges—large on the top and pointed at the bottom—bright and shining .

Harry held his breath in his throat, and he even took a closer look at the "creature" in front of him. Its densely packed small eyes fit closely together, and on the top of its head, the long, snow-white rod-shaped tentacles were curved and soft. And the cute little fluff is distributed on its "cheeks", and at the end is the curled mouthpart like a lollipop pattern - this thing has been sweeping around Harry's neck just now...

Harry's body trembled, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a huge flapping white wing. Glittering transparent lin powder slowly sprinkled down as it moved, and Harry was dazzled by the light of the torch.

Yes, it's a butterfly...

...It even looks like it's curiously tilting its head to watch the excitement——

His lungs inflated slowly, and then he slowly opened his mouth, everything around him was illusory to him, even if he was discovered by Snape now, he just wanted to jump up from this damn place, After screaming loudly, brush this thing off your back!

The author has something to say:

Checking insects in the middle of the night gave me goosebumps...

Help, who would have thought that I could catch caterpillars with my hands when I was a child? ? ? ?

(According to my mother, I once clasped my hands in excitement and ran home and told my mother loudly, "I want to raise this!" Then my mother coaxed me to open my hand, and found that it was a nest of pink mouse cubs... almost gave My mother was scared to death.

Later I found out that the little boys I played with [I was even their big sister at the time] dug out the drain, took it out, and I took it away and said I wanted to raise it, it was really outrageous...)

I was as tough as I was when I was a child, and now I am as cowardly as I am 55. Now a little bee flies by my side and I want to break dance and shout for help.