Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"Longbottom Again"

Snape dragged his tone, and with a wave of his hand, the quill neatly drew a letter P on the parchment.

"Be patient, Severus."

The person in the portrait spoke.

"Also, you should smile more."

"I think that's why the students don't like you."

A lark-like voice came from the portrait, chirping, making one wish that the head and the temple would hold hands and perform a ballroom dance.

Snape hated this chattering feeling the most, but he was extremely tolerant when faced with this voice.

Because it's Lily.

"patience."

He seemed to have disdain coming from his nose.

"To Longbottom?"

Snape snorted coldly.

"A brain full of slugs, even if you teach it another hundred years, he won't be able to learn a single potion."

"Severus!"

Lily scolded.

"snort."

Snape let out another disdainful sound from his nasal cavity.

Lily knew Snape well, and it was impossible to expect him to say anything good. Besides, Lily was a relatively detached person, and her thoughts quickly drifted to other places.

"Longbottom"

"Is it Frank's child?"

"Frank Barton.."

Familiar names can always remind Lily of her past memories. She knows her current situation, and the magic of the portrait is quite special. It will not make the person in the portrait have some entangled thoughts, such as I am cute, so I am here, who am I? Where did it come from? Similar idealistic doubts.

"..Oh, Frank Barton."

Snape dragged his tone, and repeated it after Lily, his voice seemed to be unmistakable as usual, but there seemed to be a strong sour smell brewing.

"An idiot too."

Frank Barton is Neville's father, the same era as the two, two years older than them, and a typical Gryffindor.

It was not as bad as Snape said. Although he was impulsive like most Gryffindors, he had a sense of justice and was very friendly.

But as long as it was Gryffindor, Snape hated it.

Except Lily.

"I heard he was tortured insane by the Cruciatus Curse."

"Because of rebelling against that person."

"He's a hero."

"same as me."

Lily seemed quite proud to say.

Snape's face calmed down, following Lily's chatter, his eyes became more hollow, and his lips moved slightly.

"I do not miss you.."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end his voice disappeared at the end of his throat without saying a word.

"Severus Snape!"

Lily tilted her head belatedly, looking at Snape who was suddenly silent, and just as the atmosphere between the two gradually became weird, a rushing voice suddenly broke in.

"Your students are in danger!"

Phineas, who was hanging in the portrait in the principal's office, rushed into Lily's portrait in a hurry, almost bumping the latter into a stagger, before he could stand still, he said anxiously.

"Uh, Principal Phineas?"

Of course Lily recognized him, and she exclaimed in surprise, wondering what made him so anxious.

Snape's expression was ugly, as if he opened the door and saw a pair of boots on the ground after returning home from an overtime work at Hogwarts.

With a dark face, he stared dangerously at the person in the portrait.

"Blake"

His voice almost sounded like it was coming through between his teeth.

"I don't think this group of little trolls with their heads stuffed with achnatherum will encounter any danger in Hogwarts..."

"Except for Neville Longbottom and his potions."

"He's a danger in his own right."

Snape said in a low tone.

"Nice Slytherin joke, I like it."

Phineas shrugged.

"But now is not the time to joke, they are in real danger."

"It was Dumbledore and Chardie Moore, your student."

"..he's special, you know that?"

Snape's face finally changed.

"Who is it and where is it?"

"In the hallway of the school hospital, it's Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, de..."

"Boom!"

Before Phineas could finish reading, Snape rushed out the door, leaving him with a loud slam.

"..not Slytherin at all."

Phineas complained, and Lily next to him couldn't deny it.

………………

"Whoa! Whoa!"

"Whew!"

Draco panted heavily, feeling as if his lungs were about to pop out, and the two of Goyle who were staggering behind them were even more ashamed, as if they would be taken away at any moment.

After all, they escaped from the encirclement of the two huge stone sculptures, but they did not escape completely, because there were too many of them, as if they were everywhere, and they seemed to be everywhere in any corner of the corridor. pop up.

Fortunately, it was evening and the curfew was about to come, otherwise the fleeing team might be even bigger.

Draco clutched his ribs blankly, he felt that he was about to leave this world.

"We, we, we need to find the professor."

At this time, a few people didn't think that this was an invasion of foreign enemies, they just thought that something might have happened in Hogwarts, such as something triggered by some mischievous Gryffindor, which led to the appearance of these statues.

Taking advantage of the temporary safety, Harry and his party leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

Draco looked like he was going to die, and the others were not much better, even Ron, who was tossed and beaten by his two brothers' pranks at home, couldn't hold it anymore.

On the other hand, Harry, although he was panting heavily, his expression seemed to be slightly joyful.

Without the threat of the mysterious man, this sudden adventure seemed to make him feel a little familiar, like that experience in the fairyland, like returning to the fairyland again.

Draco noticed this scene, and while panting, he looked at Harry strangely, maybe this guy might be seriously ill.

As a pure-blood wizard, Draco certainly doesn't know about the dross of Muggles... at least not yet, he doesn't know about the existence of shaking M, otherwise it might have a strange influence on Harry now.

Ron also wondered if Harry was crazy, or maybe terrified.

"Actually, I feel the same way"

"Boom! Boom!"

For Draco's proposal, Ron rarely agreed. In this case, they really need to find a professor. Any professor in the school will do. They definitely can't handle it by themselves.

But before a few people took a breather, the sound of dull footsteps reappeared, even from all directions.

Draco, bent over and panting, showed despair, and the two of Goyle were already crying, because they really couldn't run anymore. The corridors of Hogwarts are already known for their complexity, and these guys seems to be everywhere

Even Harry was struggling to think, thinking about the escape route.

"Boom!"

The footsteps were fast, and they didn't give them much time, just a few breaths, they seemed to have approached, and just when they were about to continue running for their lives like headless chickens, a voice suddenly appeared on the wall.

"Go to the hallway on the right.. Harry."

it said.