A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 542: Snake stick

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

They were full of curiosity about the international exchange activities of ancient runes in Hogsmeade, but unfortunately, the school didn't let them go out at all. "This was obviously premeditated," one student pointed out angrily, "They even postponed the first Hogsmeade weekend for it!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting on the steps near the foyer. They had come here for the third time, but they still didn't see any familiar figures. Harry looked at the dark clouds overhead, anticipating a rain that he didn't know when.

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

Harry stared at the low black clouds in the sky, and just as Ron said, there was something glowing in the clouds. More and more students noticed the strangeness above their heads. Countless beams of light pierced from the thick clouds, and then turned into soft lights, illuminating the entire castle.

"Is this... lighting?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

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

"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Hermione immediately realized something was wrong.

"Yes, it's Voldemort..." Harry endured the severe pain and said, "Where is he, he's so happy!" Harry gasped, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell off the steps.

Ron quickly grabbed Harry, and Harry's hands grabbed his arm like pliers, leaning on him with most of his body weight, causing Ron to gasp in pain.

"Hiss~ Did you see him again?"

Their strangeness attracted the attention of others, and several members of the frontline observation station ran over, "What happened?" Seamus asked in surprise, and he shouted into the distance: "Come here, no matter who the professor is." !Harry is sick, and his scar—"

"Don't!" Harry whispered, covering his head, his face contorted in pain, Seamus was terrified, and Neville squeezed forward desperately, "Harry, do you want me to call Professor McGonagall? Or Professor Black And...Professor Snape?" When he said the last name, he had a tragic expression on his face, one must know that he usually avoids Snape.

Hermione took a deep look at him, knowing that the people Neville mentioned were members of the Order of the Phoenix, she said decisively, "All three of them are fine, hurry up!"

Just as Neville was speaking, Harry's scar seemed to be scorched by fire, and he felt his skin was melting, and a picture appeared in front of him: it was a towering building complex standing on the top of a mountain, the surrounding environment and Hogwarts is a bit like that, both surrounded by clammy fog and dense forests. There were two tall humanoid stone statues on either side of the main entrance, but they appeared in the corners of sight, so Harry couldn't see them clearly. A strange thought became clear: he sensed its existence, and it was connected with his blood...

The legend is true...

Harry sat staggeringly on the steps, the soft white light breaking up the dark clouds overhead and splashing on his face, making him feel better. He closed his eyes, and suddenly there was a cold touch on his mouth, "Harry, drink this," he heard Hermione say nervously.

Harry managed to open his eyes, and saw a small bottle containing potion dangling in front of his eyes, "No, I don't want it." He muttered softly, "It's too noisy." Make it difficult for him to get into Voldemort's mind again.

"Quiet! Quiet!" said Ron's voice, and out of the corner of his eye Harry caught a glimpse of him waving his arms to disperse the approaching crowd.

Harry tried his best to resist the spontaneous operation of Occlumency, I want to see more things, I don't need you for the time being... Two pictures overlap, one side is the sound of footsteps, "A professor is here!" The lush giant tree that came into view suddenly, the leaves swayed without wind, making a "rustling" sound, and he felt two overlapping emotions of joy.

One copy came from Voldemort, and the other came from the tall snake tree.

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

'He was the first one to see. ’ said Neville with a helpless look in his eyes.

"Harry's scar is hurting again!" said Hermione anxiously.

"A fragile person is like this, easily crushed by a little bit of realistic pressure, if his performance in Potions class is still so unsatisfactory, I can only say—"

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

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for contradicting the teacher." Snape said subconsciously, and then he saw the distorted shadow of a snake on Harry's face. He maintained the mocking expression on his face, hesitating, After hesitating, he said slowly after a few seconds: "I can't help, it's best to take him to the school hospital."

"Old pervert...&*"

Ron's voice mixed with Sirius, Professor McGonagall's footsteps, and loud inquiries ~IndoMTL.com~ This made Snape only hear the first sentence clearly, his expression It was extremely dangerous, but Sirius had pushed him aside, so he simply stood there without saying a word.

"What happened, Harry? Harry! Your scar is hurting again?" Sirius cried anxiously.

Harry didn't reply, his voice became low and hoarse, and there was a creepy "hiss" sound from his mouth. Sirius opened his eyes wide, and he stretched out his hand—

"Don't touch him." Hermione grabbed him, with a fearful but firm expression, she said tremblingly, "It's Parseltongue, Harry connected to that person."

The outstretched hand of Sirius froze, and he was extremely tormented, hesitating whether to stop this dangerous behavior.

Fortunately, the Parseltongue disappeared quickly, and Harry collapsed 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 rapidly withering, the bright leaves became dull, gray-yellow and dilapidated, and the trunk was crumbling, as if it would go away in just a few seconds Thousands of years have passed.

"Crack!"

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

A wand floated out of a dark pit.

A few soft buds were connected to the wand, but these buds lost their luster and fell off in an instant, and the surface of the wand became dazzling, as if the wand had sucked all the vitality of the giant snakewood. Waves of joy came in waves, making Harry unable to distinguish reality from illusion. The last image in his mind was a pair of slender pale hands holding it.

Harry woke up instantly as if he had fallen into an ice cave.