[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

My whole body was sore and limp, my waist was sore and my back hurt, and I had no energy.Tom, who returned to the residence, packed himself in a hurry and collapsed on the bed.

Edward Skinner, Deputy Director of the International Communications Department, Tom would not have hooked his shoulders and entered Room 35 pretending to be interested, if it weren't for the fact that this position was worthy of the Ministry of Magic.

Looking back at those strangely shaped utensils, he couldn't imagine that they had played the whole game.

Skinner was a gentleman indeed, and his opinion was consulted on all projects, but he agreed to them all—why should he agree to the goddamn stuff?He was about to pass out from the pain as he was inserted by those wand-like objects of different sizes.Meanwhile, Skinner was still beating him behind the back with a thin chain, applying salt water to the wound, pressing hot wax, and placing a sharp blade just below his neck.He couldn't even yell, and he couldn't pass out, or the blade would cut his throat.

The Emerald Hotel was on par with that horrible Muggle hospital in Italy.

Thinking of Anthratia's upstairs room, Tom's legs were weak.He used to treat his erring subordinates with nothing more than Cruciatus, and he dared to say that even someone like Severus, who could withstand his Legilimency while doing Cruciatus, couldn't stand this hotel.No, Severus would probably blow up the hotel in a fit of rage, then grab the owner and say Avada Kedavra.

Yes, Severus.All night, the name raced through his mind, and Anthratia's words disturbed him.In fact he had played so poorly today that he had been through the entire game on drugs - provided free of charge by the hotel - in order to cater to Skinner.When it was over, Skinner repaired a cut on his back, and they said goodbye in the hotel lobby.Every time he comes back, Tom usually reviews today's performance, but now he has no time to take care of these.

Paddy was still fast asleep.When he needed a night out, Tom would put a hypnotizing spell on him.But Tom couldn't fall asleep, so he had a little rest, and he had to go to Hogwarts in the dark.

Indeed, there had been no news of Severus since that Inquiry, although people in the papers kept pleading with the Ministry to bring the bastard up for trial.He thought that the man had escaped abroad secretly, but he didn't expect such gossip.

Severus... committed suicide?The man who had the guts to be a double agent for 20 years under Lord Voldemort's watch without being caught committed suicide?And it's unnecessary?

No way, Severus Snape, you are mine!How dare you die without my consent?

But maybe this was just a trap for Hogwarts to trap him?Suppose Albus, and even Severus, had revealed his identity to them... but if so, why didn't the Ministry of Magic just send an Auror here to catch him?It would certainly be easier to set a trap at the Emeral Hotel or this place than to lure him to Hogwarts.

It has been so many days, and there is no movement from the Ministry of Magic.

Um.Tom thought about it carefully, Skinner seemed to know nothing about his identity, and Mr. Deputy Director had a good time with this suspected wanted criminal tonight.He didn't dare to ask Skinner about Severus just now, for fear of alarming the snake, but Anthratia didn't seem to be lying to him either.

No, that little trap at Hogwarts couldn't stop Lord Voldemort.He had to go and see--Tom got up at once, glanced at Paddy, and went downstairs and locked the door.

The journey is a bit far.Taking advantage of the dark night, Tom finally stood outside the Hogwarts campus.

It seems that there is no difference between here and when he left.Tom quietly used a few detection magic, found no response, and then he walked in.

It was long past the curfew time, and there was no one in the school. Tom used the Disillusionment Charm and the Cat's Foot Curse, and groped into the entrance of the castle against the wall.There he glanced around.

It was quiet everywhere, and Tom had just glimpsed light from the windows of some of the rooms in the tower, but no one should have noticed him, not Filch or Mrs Norris, not even a ghost.But where should he go now?

He regretted not buying an invisibility cloak from Turkey again.

cellar.Yes, it is very possible to hide things in a cellar.

Without even needing him to determine the target again, after groping into the unused fork in the basement, Tom immediately saw a little bit of faint light flickering in the deep darkness.

Under normal circumstances, Hogwarts students would not come here.Tom held his wand in his hand, and approached the lighted room step by step.When he moved against the wall of the corridor to the door of the room, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The door is open.A few enchanted candles surround a gray sarcophagus covered with a black, lace curtain, and an empty portrait hangs on the wall, but nothing else.

Is this an illusion?

No, Hogwarts doesn't have a professor who specializes in illusion magic.But who can say for sure?Maybe someone in the Ministry of Magic could create a vision of this level.

Something lingered around, and Tom opened his nostrils. There was a special, strong and desolate aroma, lingering in the dull air of the cellar.He opened his eyes wide and observed carefully. There were no flowers in the room, and there didn't seem to be any magic circles or magic items for resurrection.

But he knew that the special aroma came from a plant, and even Severus couldn't make the exact same aroma.

Parrot lily!

Tom just felt every cell in his body tense up.

This is a super effective preservative!There must have been a lot of parrot lilies in this place a few days ago, they were stacked in the sarcophagus, protecting the people who slept inside.After 300 years, when the sarcophagus was opened, the man still seemed to have just fallen asleep yesterday—the skin was moist, the eyebrows and eyes were distinct, the long soft hair and the black robe with silver buttons were shining with a faint luster, and it was no need to think that Lucius would put Bring out the best robes in his house.

Even though the sarcophagus was sealed, the residual smell of a large number of parsley lilies still lingered in the air.

No one would use such precious things to create illusions!Not even the long line of Ministers of Magic in the Ministry of Magic Memorial Gallery deserves body preservation with this stuff!This is Hogwarts' final tribute to a legendary headmaster and potion master who passed away unjustly!

Do not!

Tom almost screamed.He removed all the spells on him at once, gripped his wand tightly, and rushed towards the door.

His Severus was lying there, only ten paces away from him.He wanted to rush over and kick over that damned sarcophagus.He was going to tear down the curtains, throw down the coffin lids, smash those bastards against the thick stone walls of the cellar, and throw parrot lilies into the Black Lake to smoke all the merfolk and giant squid.He was going to drag Severus out of there, scold him, beat him, question him, give him an Avada Kedav first and see what the hell this guy was up to.

"boom!"

On the open door, Tom was thrown viciously by the protective magic.

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感谢在2020-04-1523:12:28~2020-04-1623:07:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 refusal forever;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!