Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"Longbottom again..."

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

"Be patient, Severus."

The man in the portrait spoke.

"Also, you should smile more."

"I think this is why the students don't like you."

A voice like a lark came from the portrait, chirping, making people want to hold hands with their head and temples to dance a ballroom dance.

Snape hated this kind of chirping feeling, but he was particularly tolerant when it came to this voice.

Because it's Lily.

"patience."

Disdain seemed to come from his nose.

"To Longbottom?"

Snape snorted coldly.

"If you stuff a slug's brain, even if you teach it for another 100 years, it won't be able to learn a magic potion."

"Severus!"

Lily scolded.

"Humph."

Snape once again made a disdainful sound from his nasal cavity.

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

"Longbottom..."

"Is it Frank's child?"

"Frank Longbottom.."

Familiar names always remind Lily of past memories. She knows her current situation, and the magic of the portrait is also special. It will not cause the person in the portrait to have some tangled thoughts, such as I am cute, therefore I am, and who am I? Where did it come from, similar idealistic doubts.

"..Oh, Frank Longbottom."

Snape protracted his tone and repeated it after Lily. His voice seemed to be the same as usual, but there seemed to be a strong sour smell brewing.

"An idiot too."

Frank Longbottom was Neville's father. He was at the same time as the two and two years older than them. He was also a typical Gryffindor.

It's not as bad as Snape said. Although he is impulsive like most Gryffindors, he has a very sense of justice and is also very friendly.

But Snape hated everyone who was Gryffindor.

Except Lily.

"I heard that he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and went crazy."

"For resisting that person."

"He's a hero."

"same as me."

Lily seemed quite proud to say.

Snape's face calmed down, and as Lily chirped, 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, and no words were spoken.

"Severus Snape!"

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

"Your students are in danger!"

Phineas, who was hanging in the portrait in the principal's office, hurriedly broke into Lily's portrait and almost knocked the latter to stumble. Before he could stand still, he said in a hurry.

"Uh, Principal Phineas?"

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

Snape's expression was ugly, as if he had returned home from a long day's work at Hogwarts and opened the door and suddenly saw a pair of boots on the ground.

He had a dark face and looked at the person in the portrait dangerously.

"Blake.."

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

"I don't think these little trolls with their heads stuffed with splendens will encounter any danger in Hogwarts..."

"Except Neville Longbottom and his potions."

"He is a danger in his own right."

Snape said in a faint tone.

"Nice Slytherin joke, I like it."

Phineas shrugged.

"But now is no time for joking, they are in real danger."

"It was Dumbledore who said it...and Charles Diermo, your student."

"..He's special, you know?"

Snape's expression finally changed.

"Who is it? Where is it?"

"In the corridor of the school hospital, it's Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, De..."

"Oh!"

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

"..Not Slytherin at all."

Phineas complained, and Lily beside him couldn't comment.

………………

"Huchi! Huchi!"

"Whoosh!"

Draco was panting heavily, feeling as if his lungs were about to jump out of his lungs. The two Goyles who were staggering behind them looked ashen as if they would be taken away at any time.

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

Fortunately, it is evening time now, and the curfew will be in effect soon, otherwise the fleeing team might be even bigger.

Draco clutched his ribs helplessly. He felt that he was about to leave this world.

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

At this time, several people did not think that this was a foreign invasion. They just thought that something might have happened in Hogwarts, such as a mischievous Gryffindor triggering something that caused the appearance of these statues.

Taking advantage of the situation that seemed safe for the time being, Harry and his group leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Draco looked like he was going to die, and the others were not much better. Even Ron, who had been tossed around by his two older brothers' pranks at home, was a little unable to hold on at this time.

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

Without the threat of the mysterious man, this sudden adventure seemed to give him a slightly familiar feeling, just like that experience in Wonderland, like returning to Wonderland again.

Draco noticed this scene. He gasped and glanced at Harry with strange eyes... This guy was probably not seriously ill.

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

Ron also thought that Harry was crazy or frightened.

"Actually, I feel the same way..."

"Boom! Boom!"

Ron rarely agreed with Draco's proposal. In this case, they really needed to find a professor. Any professor in the school would do. They would definitely not be able to handle it themselves.

But before a few people could take a breath, the dull footsteps appeared again, even coming from all directions.

Draco, who was bent over and panting, looked desperate, and Goyle and Goyle were already crying, because they couldn't run anymore. The corridors of Hogwarts are known for their complexity, and these guys Seems to be everywhere...

Even Harry was struggling to think about an escape route.

"Boom!"

The footsteps were very fast. They didn't give them much time, just a few breaths, and they seemed to have come closer. Just when they were about to continue running for their lives like headless flies, a sound suddenly appeared on the wall.

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

it said.