Chapter 144: Snape

On the day the exams ended.

Snape discovered that Harry Potter and the others were acting strangely.

He also heard these people telling McGonagall that he was going to steal the Sorcerer’s Stone.

Ridiculous, truly ridiculous!

What did he want that thing for?

But this also reminded him that Quirrell might very well want to go in and steal the Sorcerer’s Stone, so he thought about it in his office for a while and decided to find Dumbledore.

This was a play arranged by Dumbledore; Dumbledore should know what to do himself.

So after he came out of his office, he headed to the London Ministry of Magic.

At the Ministry of Magic, he saw Dumbledore, who was chatting happily with someone, without any sign of anxiety.

Snape smiled sarcastically.

Was the Savior’s cultivation plan for him to chat here while letting the Savior worry in school?

Because of his arrival, Dumbledore chose to stop the conversation and decided to leave with him.

But Dumbledore wasn't in a hurry at all, even visiting an old friend on the way.

Dragging it out until late at night.

When they walked into Hogwarts, they saw the hurried Miss Know-it-all Granger.

“Headmaster… it’s bad, Professor Snape is stealing the Sorcerer’s Stone…”

Miss Granger’s face became very colorful the moment she saw him.

“Ah, it seems Miss Granger is very fond of wronging professors, twenty points from Gryffindor!”

Snape smiled wickedly.

“So, Miss Granger, tell me, what is the matter?”

He asked with schadenfreude.

See, she wronged him for a whole year, and now that she knows it wasn't him, this expression is truly amusing.

“It’s like this, Headmaster… Professor Snape, we broke through all the traps together.

And now Harry has entered the innermost room, Darren is waiting outside, I ran the fastest and came over first… inside is You-Know-Who…”

“Then why didn't you say so immediately?”

Snape shouted angrily, his black robes flying as he rushed toward the fourth floor.

These reckless brats!

And Harry Potter, daring to face that person alone, was he tired of living?

Wasting the life Lily left behind!

Truly worthy of being Potter’s spawn!

“Oh, Severus, you are too slow this way, follow me…”

Dumbledore stopped Snape, summoned Fawkes, and they arrived together in the room under the fourth-floor corridor.

As soon as he entered, Snape collapsed and retreated.

Two children…

Both lying there with pale faces, motionless. Were they both dead?

“Severus… it’s okay, listen to me, they are fine…”

Dumbledore comforted him and then sent the two children to the infirmary.

Snape followed behind him.

He heard Madam Pomfrey say: “Cruciatus Curse, oh my god, do you want this child’s life?”

Cruciatus Curse?

How could it be?

Who was it?

Who was hit by the Cruciatus Curse?

“Severus, it’s Darren…”

Dumbledore looked at him with a pained heart.

Snape suddenly felt like a clown.

“Idiot!”

“He is just an idiot!”

Snape roared.

Dumbledore’s face was equally pale.

But he still tried his best to cheer up and said: “Alright Severus, I noticed Darren has already been fed medicine. It seems we have to follow the arrangement of time.”

“The arrangement of time?”

It turned out to be a Time-Turner.

Didn't expect the Headmaster to use such a trick.

No wonder he wasn't in a hurry this afternoon.

“Turn it back two hours, hmm, this is it!”

Time turned back to twelve o’clock at night.

Snape hurriedly wanted to grab Darren and forbid him from going there, but Dumbledore stopped him.

“Severus, we cannot change the ending; all of this has already happened, no one can play with time…”

Snape looked at Dumbledore’s serious face, and he covered his face in silence.

He knew.

After Lily died, he wanted to use this method, but after trying a few times, he understood that history cannot be changed.

Everything you do will become history.

No one can play tricks in front of time.

Just like he couldn't develop a Polyjuice Potion that could keep a person’s appearance for a long time.

And he couldn't persuade Lily to leave that place.

And even because of the Fidelius Charm, he couldn't find Lily…

This was truly a sad fact.

Because of Dumbledore’s insistence, they entered the room hiding the Sorcerer’s Stone in advance.

There was clearly no one here yet.

Only a mirror.

The Mirror of Erised.

“You wouldn't just be doing this to let the Dark Lord find the mirror, would you?”

Snape said sarcastically.

Dumbledore smiled, stroked his beard, and said: “The Sorcerer’s Stone is in the mirror; only those who want to get it but don't want to use it for anything can get it.”

Snape stood in front of the mirror.

He watched himself in the mirror suddenly smile at him, then take a stone out of his pocket, and then put it back into his pocket.

Then, a Sorcerer’s Stone really appeared in his pocket.

“Boring trick!”

Snape threw the Sorcerer’s Stone to Dumbledore.

“Although it looks boring, for Tom, this is the difference between heaven and earth; even if he shatters this mirror, he won't be able to get the Sorcerer’s Stone.”

Dumbledore smiled and put the Sorcerer’s Stone back into the mirror.

Then he stopped talking.

Snape didn't know what to say either, so he stood silently on the edge, waiting for Harry and… Darren to come over.

But the first to come was Quirrell.

He didn't say a word, just testing various spells around the mirror.

Snape and Dumbledore didn't speak either.

They knew of each other’s existence, but were too lazy to talk.

But Snape knew that Harry and… Darren would be here soon.

Sure enough.

A black-haired, green-eyed guy rushed in recklessly.

“It’s you!”

As soon as Harry Potter came in, he made Snape laugh.

This guy really persistently thought he was stealing the Sorcerer’s Stone.

Look at Quirrell again.

This guy was even more interesting, explaining to Harry Potter.

Two mortal enemies, yet they were getting along quite harmoniously.

Until.

*Hiss.*

It sounded like water being poured into a fire.

Then Snape saw Darren.

Uh, Darren with his Invisibility Cloak deactivated.

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