A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Outside Hogwarts Castle, many people wandered aimlessly on the DL stone steps, glancing at the school gate in the distance from time to time.

They were full of curiosity about the ancient magic text international exchange activities that took place in Hogsmeade, but unfortunately, the school did not let them out at all. "This is obviously premeditated." A student pointed out angrily, "They even postponed the first Hogsmeade weekend for this!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting on the steps near the hall. They had come here for the third time, but they still didn't see any familiar figures. Harry looked at the dark clouds above his head, expecting a rain that didn't know when it would rain.

"What's in the cloud?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry stared at the low black cloud in the sky, as Ron said, something was shining in the cloud. More and more students discovered the strangeness above their heads. Numerous tiny beams of light were pierced from the thick clouds, which then turned into soft light, illuminating the entire castle.

"This is...lighting?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the stinging pain of the scar. He held his forehead, suspecting that his head was about to split, and blurry pictures appeared out of thin air in his mind.

"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Hermione found out that it was wrong for the first time.

"Yes, it's Voldemort..." Harry said, enduring the pain. "Where is he? He is so happy!" Harry panted, staggered out a few steps, and almost fell off the steps.

Ron hurriedly grabbed Harry, Harry's hand grasped his arm like pliers, and most of his weight leaned against him, making Ron breathe in pain.

"Hi~ Did you see him again?"

Their strangeness attracted the attention of other people. Several frontline observation station members ran over, "What happened?" Seamus asked in surprise, and he shouted into the distance: "Come over with the professor, whoever it is! Harry! I'm sick, his scars—"

"Don't!" Harry covered his head and said in a low voice, his face twisted from the pain, Seamus was frightened, Neville squeezed in desperately, "Harry, do you want me to call Professor McGonagall? Or Professor Black and... Professor Snape?" There was a tragic expression on his face when he said the last name, knowing that he usually avoids Snape.

Hermione took a deep look at him and knew that the people Neville mentioned were members of the Order of the Phoenix. She said decisively, "All three of them will do, hurry up!"

When Neville was talking, Harry’s scars seemed to be burnt. He felt his skin melt, and a picture appeared before his eyes: it was a towering building on the top of a mountain, the surrounding environment and Hogwar. Ci is a bit like, all surrounded by damp mist and dense forest. There were two tall human-shaped DL stone statues on both sides of the main entrance, but they appeared in the corner of the line of sight, making Harry can't see clearly. An unfamiliar thought became clear: he sensed its existence, connected with his blood...

The legend is true...

Harry staggered and sat on the steps, the soft white light shattered the dark clouds above his head and sprinkled them on his face, making him a little more comfortable. He closed his eyes, and suddenly a cold touch came from his mouth, "Harry, drink it." He heard Hermione say nervously.

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a small bottle of potion dangling in front of him, "No, I don't want it." He muttered, "It's too noisy." There was noisy surroundings, and there were students yelling everywhere, making him very It's hard to get into Voldemort's mind anymore.

"Quiet! Don't make any noise!" Ron's voice said, and Harry caught a glimpse of him waving his arms to disperse the approaching crowd.

Harry tried his best to resist the spontaneous Occupational Cerebral technique. I want to see more things. I don’t need you for the time being... The two images overlap, with footsteps on one side and "Professor coming!" on the other side. The lush giant tree in front of his eyes, the leaves swaying without wind, made a "rustling" sound, and he felt the two overlapping emotions of joy.

One is from Voldemort and the other is from the tall snake wood.

"What happened... Potter?" Snape appeared blankly, followed by Draco Malfoy and the pale Neville.

‘The first one I saw was him. "Navi said helplessly.

"Harry's scar is starting to hurt again!" Hermione said anxiously.

"This is the case for a vulnerable person, who is easily overwhelmed by a little bit of realistic pressure. If his performance in the potions class is still so unsatisfactory, I can only say--"

"You know what I'm talking about!" Hermione yelled at him vigorously.

"Gryffindor deducts ten points because he ran into the teacher." Snape said subconsciously, and then he saw the twisted snake shadow on Harry's face. He maintained the mocking expression on his face, hesitating, hesitating. After a few seconds, he said slowly: "I can't help, it's better to take him to the school hospital."

"Old pervert...&*"

Ron’s voice was mixed with Sirius, Professor McGonagall’s footsteps, and loud inquiries who came after hearing the news~www.readwn.com~ This made Snape only heard the first sentence clearly. His expression was dangerous. Extremely, but Sirius had already squeezed him aside, so he simply stood there coldly without saying a word.

"What happened, Harry? Harry! Your scars are starting to hurt again?" Sirius called anxiously.

Harry didn't reply, his voice became low and hoarse, and he made a creepy "hiss" in his mouth. Sirius opened his eyes wide, and he held out his hand--

"Don't touch him." Hermione grabbed him, her expression terrified and determined, and she tremblingly said, "It's a snake-like voice, Harry has connected with that person."

Sirius's outstretched hand froze, and he was very tortured, hesitating to stop this dangerous behavior.

Fortunately, the snake-like voice disappeared quickly, and Harry slumped on the cold steps, gasping for breath. At this time, a stone in front of them turned into a stretcher, "I'll take you to the school hospital first, Harry." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "Then inform Principal Dumbledore."

Harry didn't speak, and an incredible picture appeared in his mind. The huge snake tree was withering rapidly, the bright leaves were dimmed, gray and yellow, and the trunk was crumbling, as if it had gone for thousands of years in just a few seconds. Time.

"Crack!"

The trunk split open in the middle, revealing a large hole.

A magic wand floated out of the dark pit.

Several soft buds are connected to the wand, but these buds lose their luster and fall off in an instant, and the surface of the wand becomes dazzling, as if the wand has absorbed all the vitality of the huge snake wood. Waves of joy hit him, making Harry unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. The last picture in his mind was a pair of slender, pale hands holding it.

Harry woke up in an instant like falling into an ice cave.