The Son of Light of the Snake House

"So...that's it?" Harry stood at the door of the Slytherin lounge, hesitating to put on his invisibility cloak.

"That's it." Daniel helped him pull the collar, so that the cloak could completely cover his body, although only one head looked a bit scary.

"Then Crouch... no, it's Professor Moody, what should we do?" Harry said what to do, his expression completely confused.

"Just do it." Daniel pushed the golden egg into Harry's arms, and Draco didn't come down at all: "You treated him as you did before, and you treat him now - as if you never found out .”

"I think he might... have some ideas about me?" Harry hugged the golden egg tightly, and asked tentatively, "I don't know what he wants, and I always feel like I don't know what to do."

Daniel rolled up the Marauder's Map slowly, lifted up the invisibility cloak, and stuffed it into his robe: "Unless he can tell you plainly, no one knows what he wants to do. Only a thousand days is a thief, no The principle of guarding against thieves for a thousand days. You might as well go forward according to the path he set for you, even if he wants to take anything, he still needs your 'consent'."

Harry nodded, "I know."

"Just take the little bottle I gave you earlier. If you're worried, let me think about it—I can lend you the little butterfly. You like it anyway." Daniel snapped his fingers, The scattered rays of light combined into a small butterfly, which quietly stopped at his fingertips, flapping its wings slowly.

Harry took it in a hurry: "What does it eat? How do I carry it?"

"You don't need to worry about it, it will follow you by itself - just go out to bask in the sun every day, and it can live by eating everything." Daniel waved his hand and threw the butterfly to Harry, like sending his husband out to work The virtuous wife also helped Harry put on the hat of the invisibility cloak, and pushed him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's go back, wait until dawn."

"One more question!" Harry grabbed the door frame: "Do you have any idea about how to dive?"

"Diving?" Daniel squeezed his chin and thought about it: "Let me think about it, underwater breathing? Or gill grass? Or a set of diving equipment with oxygen cylinders? Why are you asking this?"

"That..." Harry laughed twice, patted the golden egg, and let it make a muffled sound: "I'm leaving, bye."

"Goodbye." Daniel understood, waved his hand to him, and watched the door of the lounge close before raising his legs to return to the dormitory, and even yawned.

So sleepy all night.

...............

"You said you had solved the clue to the golden egg!" said Hermione angrily.

"Keep your voice down!" said Harry in a hasty "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) "I just need to - make it clearer, can't I?"

In Charms, he, Ron, and Hermione sat alone at a table in the back of the room.The spell they were going to practice today was the exact opposite of the Flying Curse—the banishing spell.Because things flying around in the classroom are prone to accidents, Professor Flitwick gave each student a lot of soft cushions for practice, so that if they strayed, they would not hurt anyone.

That's a good idea, but Neville always accidentally sent Professor Flitwick flying all over the room when he was chanting.

"Forget about the golden egg for a moment, okay?" Harry said in a low voice, as Professor Flitwick flew past them helplessly and landed on a large chest, "I'm going to tell you that last night Snape and Mu Dee's business..."

This class is ideal for having a secret conversation because the students are having so much fun that there is no time to pay attention to them.Several times during the previous half hour Harry had whispered what had happened to him the night before.

Then it took a while to talk about the results of his and Daniel's thinking

"So, Mr. Crouch or his relatives are interested in Professor Snape?" Ron whispered.His eyes brightened with excitement, and with a flick of his wand he cast a banishing spell on one of the cushions. "Ah... he's not only keeping an eye on Karkaroff, but also on Snape, don't you think so? But what about Moody?"

"I think he kept it from Dumbledore, and Dumbledore probably didn't know about it." Harry whispered, "He trusts Professor Moody so much."

"I think Dumbledore's original purpose was for Professor Moody to spy on Karkaroff." Hermione said, waving her wand and knocking a cushion flying.

"Why?" said Ron, eyes wide.His second cushion spun high into the air, knocking the chandelier into the air, and landed heavily on Flitwick's podium. "I don't think it has anything to do with Snape."

"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, shaking her head suspiciously, "the last time we thought Snape was trying to kill Harry, it turned out he was trying to save Harry, remember?"

She cast a banishing spell on one of the cushions, which flew over the classroom and landed in the box they were supposed to be aiming at. "Besides, if you want to monitor Professor Snape, why start now? Professor Snape has been the dean for many years, and it was Dumbledore's appointment from the beginning. Why did you suddenly start monitoring now?"

"Maybe he's just starting his plan now and getting noticed," Ron guessed.He made a very equal look: "Although Daniel is very good, Snape is indeed very suspicious."

Harry looked at Hermione, thinking... Yes, Snape did save his life before, but it's strange that Snape hated him at the same time, just like he hated Harry when they went to school together same as his father.Snape liked to give Harry points, and never missed an opportunity to punish Harry, even offering to expel Harry from school.

"I don't care what he says, and he's not even Professor Moody yet, and I don't know Crouch very well," Hermione continued, "Dumbledore's not stupid. Take Hagrid and Professor Lupine for example. , a lot of people wouldn't give them jobs, even though Snape was kind of—”

"—bad," Ron said quickly. "Then why did you search his office, Hermione?"

"Why is Crouch pretending to be sick?" Hermione said to herself, ignoring Ron. "He can't come to the Yule Ball, but he can sneak here in the middle of the night at will, isn't it?" ?”

"It's not confirmed that Crouch is Mr. Crouch." Harry seemed to be saying a tongue twister: "Maybe his son is interested in Professor Snape."

"Maybe it's his grandfather?" Ron laughed, casting a spell on the cushion, which flew towards the window.

"You just always think Snape wants to do something bad, that's called prejudice," said Hermione, casting a spell on the upholstery as well, and her upholstery flew cleanly into the case.

"That's his fault for always doing such suspicious things." Ron shot back at her.

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