Harry could swear that after tonight, every time he lifted the quilt, he would have an illusion of Snape.
It was so scary in the middle of the night.
He put on a thin loose coat, put on his slippers and left the dormitory with Snape.
After passing through the small hole at the entrance, the fat lady stared at them as if they were ghosts.
"Professor Snape, where are you taking Harry?"
"Little things."
The door is still open.
She couldn't find a suitable word to describe Snape, not even the worst and most disliked one.
Harry, who was feeling uneasy, had already thought of a dozen possibilities in his mind as he walked through the corridor.
The masquerade party is the most unreliable, and asking him to help leave school is the most reliable.
If the deadline were forever, I would be moved to tears.
This is not alarmist, but a premonition that I had from the first meeting.
Snape said nothing, and his face could not be seen clearly in the weak torch light.
If it's good, he will definitely be fired.
If it's not good, it might actually be a masquerade party.
The stairwell became even darker and gloomier, and Harry subconsciously tightened the thin coat around him.
Snape remained silent.
When he reached the sixth floor, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to block the way forward.
"What's the matter, Professor?"
He didn't answer, just drew his wand with his other hand.
Although it is very weak, something abnormal does appear.
It was fleeting, like appearing and disappearing in an instant.
"Fluorescent flash——"
Harry, who was blocked behind him, was very nervous.
He thought of the bedtime stories his roommates had just shared.
Wizards who speak Parseltongue are usually extremely evil.
Especially Salazar Slytherin in Ron's mouth.
It is said that this man is the origin of pure-blood supremacy and an out-and-out Muggle hater.
Without considering the background of the times, it will indeed be misunderstood.
Fired?
Harry's face was pale and he asked cautiously: "Professor, will I be -"
"Shut up." Snape looked around intently, "If you don't want to die, you'd better be quiet."
Crisis lurks nearby.
He didn't know who those weak magical auras belonged to, but it was enough to know that they were hostile to him.
"Emergency appearance——"
This manifestation spell is very powerful, much stronger than the one used on Vincent not long ago.
A dazzling blue light curtain appeared, going all the way down the stairs.
Snape, who was highly nervous, quickly turned around, held Harry's shoulders and waved his wand.
A thin arm blocked the incoming curses.
The barrier, which was like a thin film, was successfully defended one after another.
Snape stopped and pointed his wand directly at the little figure in front of him wearing a worn pillowcase.
"It's you!" Harry recognized the house elf.
Constantly blocking, controlling cars and bludgers.
"Harry Potter, stay away from him!" The house elf snapped his fingers and appeared behind Harry.
"Collapsed——" Snape's curse hit the stretched out thin arm.
The hit elf flew down the stairs and hit the wall hard on his back.
Before he could slide down, Snape's wand had already touched his forehead.
"Tell me, who sent you here!"
"I won't--"
"Tell me!" Snape grabbed the old pillowcase and lifted him into the air.
"Dobby will not let you succeed. Dobby will definitely protect Harry Potter."
After snapping his fingers, the elf named Dobby disappeared.
Snape turned his head sharply, his eyes under the bat helmet glowing coldly.
"Shen Feng Wu Ying——"
Half of Dobby's body was cut,
The pillowcase, which was also neatly cut, was stained with blood bit by bit.
Harry, who stood there blankly, finally saw Snape's angry look.
But the strange thing is that he only feels a little cruel, but he does not reject the feeling of tearing everything apart.
"Dobby - Dobby must protect Harry Potter..." Dobby, who fell weakly to the ground, kept mumbling these words.
Snape's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he frowned and pointed his wand towards the hideous wound.
"Heal quickly—heal quickly—"
Each time the spell is repeated, Dobby's wounds will heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Tell me who sent you here."
He did not heal all the wounds, "You said you wanted to protect Potter, why did you let him leave Hogwarts!"
The weak Dobby's big eyes were wide open, as if he was trying to identify the strange bat in front of him who had injured himself and then treated him.
Harry looked at Snape, who had an evil look on his face.
He doesn't dress like a good person, and his attacks are as scary as black magic.
"Your name is Dobby? He is our Potions Master."
Dobby blinked his big round eyes, and immediately moved to the side when he met Snape's gaze.
"Don't try to escape!" Snape's wand pointed at his forehead again, "I'm not Dumbledore, don't think that I will treat you preferentially."
"Dobby never thought of escaping." He sat up with difficulty, "The conspiracy has begun, and it is no longer safe here."
"Nonsense!" Harry calmed down his excitement slightly, "Hogwarts is the safest place in the world. Professor Dumbledore will definitely dismantle all conspiracies."
"He can't protect you at all times." Dobby said with dark eyes: "My - that person - that person said that many people will die this year."
"Who is it?" Snape's right hand held the wand slightly harder.
"Dobby—Dobby can't tell."
He added strength again, "Who is the master you serve?"
Dobby lay on the ground again, painfully tearing open the almost healed wounds on his body with his hands: "Dobby can never tell, never -"
When Snape wanted to continue, the wand was held tightly by Harry's small hands.
"That's enough, Professor."
"Enough?" He glanced at the other party coldly, "Don't cherish your precious life, Potter! Do you know how many people this will disappoint?"
"I--"
"Of course you don't know! Ignorant, reckless, complacent...
If he really wanted to do anything to you, you would have been dead long ago!"
Harry closed his mouth in shock.
One would rather hurt himself than reveal who his master was, and the other was protecting himself the whole time.
If you think about it from his perspective, Snape should indeed be angry.
But no matter how hard Harry tried, he still couldn't bear it.
"he got hurt."
Snape shook off his little hand and raised the wand that was pressed against Dobby's forehead.
"Exactly the same."
"What?"
He didn't look at Harry's big, startled eyes and moved his wand to the wound that was almost healed but was roughly torn open.
After three spells, everything including the blood on the worn pillowcase returned to its original state.
"Thank you, Harry Potter." Dobby's two big eyes were moist,
"No wizard has ever cared about Dobby's wounds, only you——" He suddenly sat up and slammed his head against the wall,
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"Damn it Dobby, you shouldn't have cared about Dobby—"
Snape had a cold face, as if he had already guessed that something like this would happen.
The humble house elves are born to serve the noble wizards. This is the mark that is engraved deep into their souls from birth.
What's more, for them, Harry was the true savior who had driven away Voldemort and allowed them to return to normal life.