Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Snape came over, holding a potion in his hand.

"Water of life and death." Crouch looked at it and recognized it at a glance, "You still want to use this kind of thing to me?"

"The greatest white wizard."

"And the heir of Gryffindor."

"You don't have confidence in your magic. Do you think you can't hold me captive?"

Harry responded: "This is a special potion, Mr. Crouch, I think you will love it to death."

Snape squatted down, held Crouch's chin, looked at him, and was about to pour the potion in his hand.

"Wait." Harry stopped.

Snape made a move.

Harry waved his wand and the cork flew out with a bang. He sniffed lightly and said, "Go on, Professor."

"Potter, it seems that your brain is really polluted by trolls." Snape narrowed his eyes, his tone was unkind, and he sneered, "Seeing that I have become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you doubt that I can even use the water of life and death. Can’t even brew the potion?”

Harry said nothing, just smiled contemptuously.

Snape sneered and continued to pinch Crouch's chin.

The two men looked at each other.

Nothing was said.

Snape roughly poured the potion into his mouth. In the blink of an eye, Crouch fell asleep, and a painful expression soon appeared on his face.

He snorted softly and turned to leave.

Harry also left.

Late at night, Crouch suddenly woke up. There was no fireplace in the room. Although the magic was tightly surrounding him, there was still a chill that penetrated into his bones. But in such a desolate and quiet environment, a layer of coldness poured out of his forehead. Sticky cold sweat.

"It seems that the nightmare is not pleasant?" A dark shadow emerged from Crouch's body, opened his mouth, and spit out Snape's voice.

"What a novel potion." Crouch stared at the dark shadow with an erratic tone.

I don’t know if it’s a comment on the life-and-death water that can give people nightmares.

Still commenting on this dark stand-in.

Snape said impatiently: "I don't have time to talk nonsense. In order to hide it from Potter, I mixed it in the water of life and death. The effect is only ten minutes."

"What do you want me to do now?"

Crouch glanced at the blackboard and asked, "Has my contract with Hogwarts really been canceled?"

Snape responded: "I don't know."

"But that's Potter. If he said it, I'm afraid it's true."

Crouch sighed: "Let me out. As long as I can get out of here, I can."

"Crouch, were you beaten stupid by Potter?" Snape interrupted him impatiently, "Or maybe I overestimated your willpower and fed you too much life and death water. Tell you to wake up? What nonsense are you talking about."

"Can't do it? Severus." Crouch said softly.

Snape said firmly: "Of course we can't."

"Look at the magic in this classroom. Without Potter bringing me in, I wouldn't be able to sneak in."

"Don't even think about breaking these curses. This is a joint effort between Dumbledore and Potter. Maybe I can break it if you give me half an hour or an hour, but you can guess how long it will take for Potter to come over. ?”

Speaking of which.

He paused for a moment: "Even if you can figure out a way to quietly break these curses in the classroom, the seventh and eighth floors, as well as Gryffindor Tower and Ravenclaw Tower, have all been used by Potter with magic. It's sealed off, all house elves are prohibited from entering or exiting there, and the use of Disillusionment Charms, Invisibility Cloaks, and other such things are also prohibited."

"You can't make it."

Crouch sighed: "Potter is really sharp."

"His godfather is Sirius, a hound. It's normal for him to have a hound nose." Snape said with a smile.

Crouch fell silent.

Snape continued to ask, "What do you want me to do now?"

Crouch remained silent.

Snape's tone suddenly became sharp: "You still don't trust me, Crouch."

Crouch grinned: "How am I supposed to trust you, Severus."

He wanted to raise his hands, but his hands were bound by magic and tied behind his back. He could only shake his head: "You are different from us."

"You were once the Potions Professor at Hogwarts and now you are the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."

"Dumbledore has vouched for you. You have the mark of your father on your body. The Ministry of Magic knows it and the Wizengamot knows it, but they can tolerate you and recognize your identity as a Potions Master."

He raised his head and looked at the dark shadow.

"I am as smart as you, even smarter than you."

"Severus, we are all Slytherins."

Slytherin is not Hufflepuff, nor is it Gryffindor. It will not end up in a "stupid" or "dead-hearted" way. Being wise and protecting yourself is the biggest creed of the Snake House.

Nothing is more important than personal gain.

Unless that matter can bring greater personal benefits.

Crouch is loyal to Voldemort, but he is not stupid. He knows very well about himself, the Death Eaters, and what kind of situation his father is in. He has been careful to avoid that he and his father will be "Loyal Death Eater" backstab.

Voldemort was once a strong man.

But now, in front of Potter and Dumbledore, he was also weak.

Weak people never deserve to be followed, especially not Slytherins.

And Snape

In Crouch's eyes, he is a very typical Slytherin.

As a mixed-blood, he was able to get along well in Slytherin, where pure-bloodism was prevalent at the time, and was even able to form a friendship with Lucius Malfoy. After graduation, he joined the Death Eaters without stopping. In less than a year, he gained the deep trust of his father, almost only under himself and Bellatrix.

And just after his father fell, he almost seamlessly won Dumbledore's trust, allowing the hateful white wizard to personally come forward to protect him, and also allowed him to teach at Hogwarts.

This is a treatment that even his father did not receive.

Crouch's impression of Snape

Duplicitous, cunning, smooth-talking, and thoughtful.

Crouch didn't dare to believe such a person who could please everyone at all times.

Especially in this situation.

All the chariots, horses, elephants and soldiers were eaten, the queen was dead, and the king was forced into a corner.

The opponent's chariots, horses, elephants, and soldiers are complete, and there are even two queens.

General.

"Aren't you also loyal to the Dark Lord?" Snape understood what Crouch meant and asked in return.

Crouch puffed up his chest and said, "That's my father."

"To your real father, you have not fulfilled your responsibilities as a son so much." Snape mocked him.

"You mean Barty Crouch? He's not really a father." Crouch shook his head.

Snape replied softly: "Master once said that since I am a Death Eater, I am destined to remain a Death Eater forever."

"Things that are imprinted on the body will not lose their imprint due to other influences."

"Maybe Dumbledore can trust me."

"But not Potter."

Crouch suddenly asked: "Do you want Potter to die?"

"Of course." Snape said without any hesitation, "I can't wait to cut him into pieces!"

"There just wasn't the opportunity."

Crouch stared at the dark shadow and said nothing more.

"The most important thing, Crouch, you can only trust me now." Snape continued softly, "Could it be that the friend you hid on the seventh floor, eighth floor, or Gryffindor Tower can be like that?" Do I help you like this?"

"Karkaroff?"

"still?"

Crouch shook his head: "Severus, you shouldn't ask too many things you shouldn't know."

"You should try to trust me." Snape said sarcastically, "My only helper."

Crouch interrupted: "If you are loyal to your father, you can bear my doubts about you."

"The current situation is not good for my father."

"Be careful."

Snape said no more.

Crouch took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Write a letter and send it to this address in Austria."

He whispered, spitting out a string of weird syllables.

Protected by a secrecy spell.

Snape remembered it, knew it by heart.

"Write it in the letter and tell them they can take action." Crouch paused and lowered his voice.

"Them?" Snape asked, "Which ones?"

"You just need to write like this." Crouch didn't elaborate, just shook his head.

Snape wanted to continue asking.

But ten minutes have passed, and the potion gradually lost its effectiveness. The dark shadow collapsed and turned into a puddle of transparent liquid, soaking the floor. Crouch moved and aimed at the puddle of water as much as possible to let it see. It looked like he had to deal with it on the spot because of difficulty in moving.

In the principal's office.

Snape took a long breath and opened his eyes: "Crouch is very careful. He still suspects that I am not loyal to the Dark Lord."

"His suspicions are justified." Harry nodded.

Snape glanced at him: "He gave me an address and asked me to write a letter and send it there. The content of the letter was to tell them that they can take action."

"Them?" Dumbledore said the same word as Snape.

"Goblins, giants, maybe other dark magical creatures?" Harry waved his hand, "Oh, and the Wild Hunt."

"That's probably what they were referring to."

"Where is that address?"

Snape shook his head: "I can't tell. There is a secrecy spell, and the secret keeper is Crouch."

"It seems we have no choice but to track you." Harry said, looking at Dumbledore, "Albus, are you going to track Professor Snape, or should I?"

"You have to study hard, Harry." Dumbledore said with a serious face, "Slytherin is still the first in the house. If we don't work hard, this year's House Cup will be taken away by Slytherin."

Snape frowned: "Albus, I, the Head of Slytherin, am still here, but you are so partial to Gryffindor."

"Potter."

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor."

Dumbledore refused to give in: "Severus, Harry helps Hogwarts solve the problem in the Forbidden Forest. Thirty points for Gryffindor."

"Then another twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor, because Potter, I hate you." Snape responded to him.