The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"S... Snape!"

Hermione looked at Snape who suddenly appeared in front of her, her whole head buzzing.

Her guess turned out to be true! Snape has been following behind them!

And the familiar invisibility cloak in Snape's hand made Hermione sad.

It seems that Ron has become more fortunate...

So Hermione broke away from Snape's palm, gritted her teeth and took out her wand, intending to fight him to the death.

Snape narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc, and with a flick of his wrist, the wand bounced out of his cuff and jumped into his palm.

"Don't always scare my students!"

Professor McGonagall released the Illusory Body Charm and walked over with Fish.

She gave Snape a disgruntled look, then slapped his wand-holding hand down.

"Professor McGonagall? Fish?"

Hermione blinked, and just like Ron before, she started to be stunned.

Things were changing so fast that even Miss Know-it-all couldn't figure out what was going on right now.

"Hmph," Snape snorted coldly, putting away his wand, "Ten points from Gryffindor, reason, set the professor's robe on fire."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him indifferently. Since the first day of school, their academy grades had been at the bottom thanks to Fish's efforts, and it didn't matter how Snape deducted them.

Like other Gryffindor students, Professor McGonagall, the Dean, also chose to lie flat under the huge score difference.

"Don't worry, Professor Snape is not a bad person," Professor McGonagall patted Hermione on the shoulder and reassured: "I have reminded Potter not to be blinded by prejudice, it seems that he did not Listen... but you guys did a good job, especially you, Hermione, you use the levitating spell well, and you're good at reasoning."

"The only thing to correct you is," Dumbledore also lifted the illusion, and appeared in front of Hermione with Ron, "To be a great wizard, their logical reasoning ability is generally quite good. For example, I personally love puzzle games.”

Dumbledore said to Hermione with a smile, leaving her at a loss.

"Hug, sorry,

Professor Dumbledore, I'm not...I'm not..."

Hermione, who was in a panic, didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Fortunately, Dumbledore quickly waved to her, "Okay, okay, I don't mean to blame you, I just remind you, don't underestimate any wizard. In addition, this level of magical flame is very powerful to mana. For a powerful wizard, it can be easily passed without the need for potions at all."

"I-I see, Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione nodded quickly.

Then Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured a round table with teapots and cups, beside it were five ornate blue-upholstered chairs, and he waved to Hermione and Ron.

"You must have a lot of doubts in your mind? Come on, if you have any questions, let's sit down and have a good chat."

So the three of them, plus Professor McGonagall and Fish, sat down at the round table in a circle.

"Professor, Snape... teach him?"

Ron turned his head and glanced at Snape, who didn't even have a seat, and asked suspiciously.

"Oh... Since you all agreed that Severus wanted to snatch the Philosopher's Stone, wouldn't Harry be disappointed if he didn't play in the end?"

Dumbledore winked at Ron, showing a smile he was all too familiar with—the same expressions his twin brothers had whenever they succeeded in mischief.

"Hum..."

Snape sneered and put the invisibility cloak back on himself, and then Ron and Hermione saw the black flame sway, and a phantom flashed by.

Silently praying in their hearts for Harry to be blessed, Ron and Hermione looked at Dumbledore and asked the biggest doubt in their hearts.

"What the hell is going on here, Professor?"

"It started when Nicole LeMay handed me the Philosopher's Stone..."

Dumbledore served everyone a cup of tea before explaining what had happened.

While Hermione and Ron listened intently to the truth, Harry was rummaging anxiously in the last room.

But no matter how he searched, there was only one mirror of Erised in the last room, which he had seen a long time ago, and there was nothing else in the room.

However, Harry searched the whole mirror carefully, up and down, and couldn't find any place in the mirror that could hide a stone.

The thought of Snape's arrival at any moment made Harry so anxious that the family members in the mirror didn't even have time to watch.

"Don't panic, don't panic, calm down, Harry..."

Harry forced himself to calm down and analyze the way Hermione did.

"Obviously, this mirror is the magic prepared by Dumbledore. He did say at the beginning that he would put the mirror somewhere else... So, the magic stone must be hidden in this mirror!"

He turned back to the Mirror of Erised, staring intently at the picture in the mirror.

The way wizards preserve things certainly isn't that simple, and it's definitely pointless to keep poking around in the mirror, so Harry tries to see if the mirror itself can give him a hint.

Then he saw himself in the mirror with the same anxious face, and this time no family members of his own appeared around.

After a while, Harry in the mirror suddenly smiled, he put his hand into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, winked mischievously at Harry outside the mirror, and put the stone back... …

Harry only felt his pockets sink, and a heavy object really fell into his pockets.

"It's incredible..."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red stone, just as he had done before in the mirror.

Just when Harry marveled at how easy it was to get the Philosopher's Stone, several ropes suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tied him tightly, and the Philosopher's Stone in his hand fell to the ground as a result, rolling to the side. .

Harry, who fell to the ground unable to move, watched in horror as Snape lifted the invisibility cloak, then walked slowly to the Philosopher's Stone, bent over and picked it up.

"It's... hard work for you, Potter."

Snape gently tossed the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he stared at Harry who fell to the ground with a sneer, and praised rarely, "You did a good job, saving me a lot of work. "

But Harry wasn't happy at all, and Snape's compliment was hurting more than all his previous taunts.

Harry was remorseful, he didn't expect Hermione's previous analysis to be true, Snape just wanted them to get the Philosopher's Stone for him!

But why?

Like Hermione said, there was absolutely no need for Snape to do this.

Then Snape quickly gave the answer.

"I have to say that Dumbledore's magic is really amazing. Only those who want the Philosopher's Stone, but don't plan to use it, can take it out of the Mirror of Erised, which makes me have to deliberately lure you here. …”

Snape looked at Harry smugly, detailing his plans to him.

"Thanks to you being arrogant enough, otherwise I would have to work harder to get the Philosopher's Stone."

After speaking, he ignored Harry who was lying on the ground glaring at him, and turned his head to look in the direction of the Mirror of Erised on the other side.

Snape walked slowly to the front of the Mirror of Erised and silently looked into the mirror.

Lying on the ground, Harry could only see Snape's back, and the mirror that was blocked by him. From the angle he couldn't see, Snape's face, who was staring at the magic mirror, showed a hidden expression. A complex expression of nostalgia, pain, tenderness, regret, love and hate.

...

?Recommended ticket??Monthly ticket?

7017k