Chapter 300

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 really likes to frame professors; twenty points from Gryffindor!"

Snape smiled wickedly.

"Then, Miss Granger, tell me, what is the matter?"

He asked with schadenfreude.

See, she had framed him for a whole year, and now that she knew it wasn't him, this expression was 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 sooner?"

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, come with me..."

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

As soon as he entered, Snape retreated, almost collapsing.

Two children...

Both of them lying there pale, 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 chased after him.

He heard Madam Pomfrey say: "Cruciatus Curse, oh my god, are you trying to take 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 that Darren has already been fed a potion; it seems we must follow the arrangements of time."

"The arrangements of time?"

It turned out to be a Time-Turner.

He 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, right here!"

Time turned back to twelve o'clock at night.

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

"Severus, we cannot change the ending; all of this is something that 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 had wanted to use this method, but after trying a few times, he understood that history could not be changed.

Everything you do becomes history.

No one can play tricks in front of time.

Just like he couldn't brew a Polyjuice Potion that could keep someone's appearance for a long time.

Nor could he persuade Lily to leave that place.

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

This was truly a sad fact.

Because of Dumbledore's insistence, they entered the room hiding the Sorcerer's Stone ahead of time.

Clearly, no one was here yet.

Only a mirror.

The Mirror of Erised.

"You wouldn't have done this just 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 the reflection of 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 smashed this mirror, he wouldn'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 presence, but couldn't be bothered to talk.

But Snape knew that Harry and... Darren would be coming over immediately.

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 believed that he was the one 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 acting quite harmoniously.

Until.

A hiss.

Like the sound of water being poured into a fire.

Then Snape saw Darren.

Uh, Darren, whose Invisibility Cloak had failed.

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