Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 289 Chapter 288: Unlucky Snape
Amazing magic.

Brought magical effects.

The world twisted and spun with a sharp crack. Hermione felt as if her stomach was being squeezed and released by an invisible hand, and the scene before her was like a muddled watercolor painting - the dark green shadows of the Forbidden Forest melted into a blur, and then suddenly reorganized into the familiar stone walls and torches of Hogwarts.

The night at Hogwarts was quiet and mysterious, with moonlight shining through the colored glass windows onto the corridor, casting mottled shadows. However, this tranquility was broken by a strange sound.

The two people were teleported directly to the corridor inside Hogwarts Castle - yes, directly into the castle, not to the lawn outside the castle.

"How is this going!?"

The first-year witch's knees weakened, and she staggered and held onto the wall of the corridor. The cold touch of the stone wall confirmed that this was not an illusion - they really moved from the depths of the forbidden forest to the corridor on the fourth floor of the castle in an instant.

Such an experience.

Hermione was completely stunned.

After all, this is totally impossible.

This was different from the information she had learned from the Hogwarts library and her own extracurricular books - Apparition was prohibited in Hogwarts, and it was an iron rule that even Dumbledore had to abide by.

"This completely goes against common sense in magic!" Hermione muttered to herself. Her head felt like it was being hit hard by a sledgehammer. The contradiction between knowledge and reality made her brain really confused.

There are restrictions!
Even powerful wizards couldn't Apparate, let alone move two living people here! What was going on? Hermione's brain continued to freeze.

"Gran-Lan-Jie-"

A gnashing sound came from above her head.

It was Snape. He found that Hermione ignored him, and thought that the little witch did it on purpose. The Hogwarts Potions professor liked to judge others by his own standards.

His body still maintained the upside-down posture, his feet dangling in the air, his robe swaying gently in the wind.

I found myself back at Hogwarts.

Snape was of course shocked, but compared with the situation he was facing now, the restrictions of Hogwarts were no longer important. Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar Hogwarts Hall, his mind went blank for a moment, and then a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Snape was very reluctant to appear in Hogwarts in this manner.

This would bring back his childhood memories.

Or maybe it was something from childhood. Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to a distant past, and a glimmer of vulnerability flashed in his dark eyes that Hermione had never seen before. At that moment, he was not a formidable professor, but a boy trapped in a bad situation. But this fleeting moment was quickly replaced by a more violent rage.

"Ms. Granger, please quickly cast a spell to break this ridiculous spell!" He emphasized again, and this time, Hermione immediately realized that this was the unique way of asking for help of the Hogwarts Potions professor.

"Ah, Professor."

Hermione looked up, and the sight before her made her a little nervous—Professor Severus Snape was hanging upside down in the air, his black robe hanging down like a bat's wings, revealing his slightly worn shirt and bony ankles. His old face was flushed red due to congestion, and the anger in his eyes was almost tangible.

of course.

It wasn't directed at Hermione.

Only a little bit of anger belonged to Hermione.

More of it is anger towards the person who started this situation.

"Professor, what should I do? How can I help you?" Hermione's voice was as thin as a mosquito. Her mind was still processing the absurd scene in front of her - Snape, the always gloomy and majestic potion master who made students terrified, was hanging upside down like a bat caught by a hunter.

But it's so... hard to hold back my laughter.

As a Gryffindor student, although Hermione respected the professor, she also knew how much she cared about Snape's reputation.

Fortunately, she is Hermione.

If Ron or other Gryffindor students were here, let alone helping Snape, it would be a sign of kindness if they did not borrow a camera or call a lot of people to come and watch.

no way.

Snape's reputation and reputation at Hogwarts were indeed problematic. In particular, his behavior against Gryffindor made him the most hated professor for many years.

At least that was the case in Gryffindor House - let's put it this way, for the young wizards studying in Gryffindor House, from the first year to graduation in the seventh year, the probability of them not being targeted by Snape was almost zero, and almost every Gryffindor student had suffered from Snape to some extent.

Maybe it's not that kind of injustice that is particularly obvious.

But being suppressed by Snape must be a normal thing that Gryffindor students must go through. Because of this, Snape's current behavior can only be retribution in the eyes of Gryffindor students.

Sympathy may also be there.

But it doesn't affect them taking pictures.

If Hermione wasn't obviously being targeted, she might not have been trying to hold back her laughter like she was doing now. After all, holding back laughter was bad for the body, and one should laugh out loud when there was a joke.

"I...what kind of magic is this?"

Hermione's curiosity had apparently resurfaced when it shouldn't have.

This made Snape even more annoyed.

"Damn it, stop standing there like a demented troll!" Snape's voice was distorted by being hung upside down, but still as sharp as a knife. He tried to cast a spell himself but failed to remove the magic.

“Do something!”

Snape warned loudly.

"Oh, okay, okay, I know." Hermione's wand was already in her hand, but her mind was still stagnant. She was still thinking about how she and Snape returned to Hogwarts. The protective magic of Hogwarts was the result of thousands of years of accumulation, and it was impossible for a mysterious person who looked like a student to break it easily.

Unless it wasn't just any ordinary magic Hermione was about to start a conspiracy theory again.

"Granger!" Snape's roar brought her back to reality, "If your book-filled head is still functioning, you should realize that I need to be put down!"

Hermione finally woke up from her dream and raised her wand, but she had no idea what to do. "I don't know how to break this spell! I don't even know what this magic is!"

Her tone was full of helplessness and panic.

"You don't need to know! Find a way to break this spell!" Snape roared angrily, his face flushed red and veins bulged on his forehead.

"But……"

Hermione wanted to say something else.

"Fuchsia! The name of this magic is Fuchsia!"

Snape was really anxious.

He is always observing his surroundings.

I was afraid that someone would pop out from somewhere.

"Okay, what's the counter-spell to Fuchsia?"

Hermione continued to inquire.

"It seems you are not as good as you say you are!"

Snape's expression became even more distorted, not sure if it was because of anger or blood flowing back: "The golden bell fell! But apparently the fake student improved the spell--"

He struggled to wave his wand, but because of the upside-down posture, the spellcasting form looked very ugly, "Damn it! The golden bell falls to the ground! The golden bell falls to the ground!"

And the spell has no effect.

Two red lights shot out from Snape's wand, but disappeared without a trace as if they had hit an invisible barrier - his magic power certainly could not shake the magic released by a super legend.

And to this.

Snape wasn't the only one who couldn't understand.

So is the little witch.

Hermione had never seen Snape fail at a spell - it was far more unsettling than seeing him hanging upside down.

"If you can't do it, I'm sure I can't do it either."

Hermione still has self-awareness.

"Maybe I'm just restricted. You do as I say and remember this magic well." Snape forced himself to calm down, his voice trembling with suppressed anger.

"The wand motion is an upward hook, followed by a slight flick, while clearly saying 'Golden Bell Falls'." His teaching to the Gryffindor students was absolutely sincere. "Okay, Professor."

Hermione nodded.

Concentrated on imitating the movements Snape described.

"The golden bell falls to the ground!"

A beam of light burst out from the tip of her wand and shot straight at Snape. However, the moment the spell touched his body, Snape's body still rippled - and then nothing happened. Snape was still hanging upside down, but now his expression changed from anger to something close to disbelief.

"Come again!"

he ordered.

There was a hint of panic in his voice that Hermione had never heard before.

"Mobilize your emotions! You need to concentrate and use your magic to feel the spell!"

Snape continued.

"Harder!"

He even attempted to rely on metaphysics.

Ok.

The wizards' metaphysics also work miracles.

"Ok."

Hermione tried three more times, each time the light of the spell became stronger, but the result was the same. Hermione gritted her teeth and increased her magic output again. Sweat dripped from her forehead and her face turned pale, but the spell still had no effect. Snape himself was also thinking without giving up.

He endured the pain of being upside down and tried to use his knowledge to break the spell. However, it was pointless, and Snape's face became more and more ugly.

Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Not only because of the blood flowing back, but also because he was worried about being seen by others, but also because he realized a terrible fact - he, Severus Snape.

Professor at Hogwarts.

He was actually trapped in the most basic prank spell by an unknown being disguised as a student.

What kind of person would that be?

Mystery man?
So guessing.

How could Snape not feel terrified?

“It’s not just fuchsia.”

Snape muttered to himself, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible, "Who on earth is that guy? No, a normal wizard shouldn't have such powerful magic!"

"Damn it! Dirty! Despicable! Dirty bastard!" Snape suddenly burst into a series of vulgar curses, and his voice echoed in the empty corridor.

"I'm going to rip out his intestines and make potion! I'm going to soak his eyes in toad bile! I'm going to--" Snape no longer cared whether the other person was his old master or not.

This kind of thing touches his most real scar.

Even if it's really Voldemort, he has to curse him.

"Hiss, Professor, you are so vulgar..." Hermione's eyes widened. Today she not only learned a new spell, but also learned a lot of creative curse words. Snape's anger was like a volcanic eruption, and each curse was more vicious and sophisticated than the previous one, and some even involved potion formulas that she couldn't understand.

how to say.

Isn’t this also a form of learning and improvement?
"professor!"

Hermione finally found the courage to interrupt him, "It's almost dawn, and the students will have to get up soon."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Snape's head.

As time went by, the sky gradually turned pale. Snape was indeed worried, for he was afraid that the students would see him in such a state of disgrace when they woke up.

His curses stopped abruptly, and his face turned from a flush of anger to a paleness of fear. Imagine how happy Peeves would be to see him like this?

How happy the Gryffindors would be to see him suffer such a tragedy, and how would the Slytherins feel seeing their Head of House hanging from the ceiling like a piece of dried bacon?

"Miss Granger."

Snape's voice was suddenly eerily calm.

"I can't stay here."

He stared at the little witch.

"But your spell—"

Hermione was helpless too.

"Use physical methods!"

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Find a rope and drag me to my office!"

Hermione blinked, somewhat unresponsive.

"Drag it over?"

Is this still the magical wizarding world?
"Have you suddenly lost the ability to understand English, or do you need me to repeat it again?" Snape's voice rose again. "Quick! Before those idiots find me!"

This is the professor's order.

Hermione frantically searched for a rope, and Snape conjured one for her. So she stood on tiptoe and tied one end of the rope around Snape's ankle.

He even tied a solid sailor's knot.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

She kept her voice low and polite.

Then pull the other end of the rope and start moving along the corridor.

Snape floated behind her like a human balloon, his black robes falling to form an eerie silhouette. Hermione tried to move as quietly as possible, but every time she turned a corner, Snape's head would be dangerously close to the wall or door frame.

"Granger, if you let me bang my head on something hard," Snape's eerie voice came from above, "I'll make sure you clean up Flobberworm slime every night for the next seven years."

Hermione swallowed and controlled the angle of the rope more carefully.

They made it down to the third floor, then the second floor. Every time they came to a staircase, Hermione had to slow down and control Snape's "descent" like a kite. Just as they were about to reach the basement entrance, disaster struck. Peeves' familiar giggle suddenly came from the distant corridor.

"quick!"

Snape urged sharply.

Hermione pulled hard in panic.

Snape lunged forward like a hooked fish.

Boom!
With a dull thud, Snape's forehead hit the door frame of the basement entrance hard.

There was an eerie silence.

"This-is-not-an-inverted-golden-bell!" Snape also felt like a balloon. He roared word by word, his voice distorted by pain and anger.

Hermione was horrified.

But she quickly dragged the still-cursing professor into the basement office, and when the door finally closed behind them, she slumped to the floor, exhausted but relieved.

Snape was still hanging upside down in the middle of the office, like a bat that had unfortunately been caught, but his anger seemed to have burned out, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

"Just don't let me know who that guy is!"

Snape's resentment could probably fill the entire Hogwarts.

(End of this chapter)