Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

As if afraid that Hermione might misunderstand, he quickly explained.

"I know, you don't need to explain to me."

Harry was relieved, then suddenly thought of something and looked up at Hermione.

"So, the real Slytherin heir is still hiding among the students. Doesn't that mean we are all in danger?!"

"Alright, alright, what are you worried about?" Hermione said calmly, "I'm probably the first person the heir of the Chamber of Secrets will kill. Why are you so afraid?"

Harry, Ron and Luna's expressions all changed when they heard this, and they finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

One of them was just worried, one was just shocked, and the last one was just having fun and completely forgot about this matter.

Salazar Slytherin's long-cherished wish was to rid Hogwarts of all students of Muggle descent.

They all know Hermione's background, so doesn't that mean she is the most dangerous?

"Hermione, don't worry, we will definitely protect you!"

Ron's eyes were firm.

Hermione: "..."

If I need your protection someday, I'll be doomed.

Waving her hand, Hermione turned and left under the worried gazes of the two men.

……

Principal room.

"Severus, take your time to say what you want to say. Don't be so hasty."

Dumbledore looked at Snape who rushed in angrily and spoke calmly.

"Dumbledore, that girl is too dangerous. We can't let her stay with Harry any longer!"

Snape leaned forward with his hands on the edge of the table, his voice low and rapid.

"There are so many students at Hogwarts, who are you talking about?"

Dumbledore looked up at him, his tone still unhurried.

"You know who it is," Snape said in a cold tone, "Besides that Weasley kid, the only person Harry is familiar with in Hogwarts is that Granger guy!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly:

"Severus, it's not polite to call a little girl that guy." He changed the subject, "Besides, I remember that you admire Miss Granger very much?"

"That's because..." Snape started to speak, but seemed to remember something and swallowed it back.

"That's because Miss Granger and Lily look a lot like each other, right?"

Dumbledore spoke for him.

When Lily was mentioned, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Snape's eyes, and the aura around him gradually weakened.

After a long while, he spoke again in a low voice:

"Although I don't know why you want her to be the assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts and give her access to the restricted area, no matter what, Granger is too dangerous. We must find a way to keep Harry away from her!"

"I don't need to remind you who the last student created by the Restricted Book Section was, right?"

At first, Snape thought Hermione looked like Lily in every way except her appearance.

Same Gryffindor, same Muggle-born, same talent for Potions, same intelligence and eagerness to learn, same... there's a Potter by his side.

And Harry was nothing like her except his eyes.

But now Snape could see clearly that Hermione was completely different from the image in his mind! This girl didn't look like Lily at all, but she looked like Voldemort all over!

"Oh?" Dumbledore seemed to be interested, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "What did she do to make you react so strongly?"

Snape recounted what Hermione did in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, describing every detail clearly, as if he was listing Hermione's "crimes" one by one.

"Don't you think that she looks exactly like that man when he was young?"

Snape questioned, expecting Dumbledore to relate.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore just nodded slightly after hearing this.

"I think she's more like Gellert than Tom..."

Dumbledore whispered to himself, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

Snape frowned, totally unable to understand Dumbledore's reaction.

"No matter who she is, her behavior is too outrageous. She actually demonstrated it in public in class..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Isn't this great?"

Snape's voice stopped abruptly.

"What did you say?"

He looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

"Lockhart, you know that there is no way to complete the teaching. Granger successfully made the students realize the horror and evil of dark magic, raised their vigilance, and taught them how to counter it. I can't think of why you think she was wrong to do so."

Dumbledore said in a flat tone.

Snape felt like he was going to explode.

Is this still the Dumbledore he knew?

This is too much of a defense of Hermione!

Where does this inexplicable trust come from?

If he didn't know about Dumbledore's family and Hermione's background, he would have thought that she was the old man's great-granddaughter!

"If others find out, it will ruin the reputation of Hogwarts. If she continues like this, Hogwarts will become Durmstrang sooner or later!"

Snape tried to reason with her, "And judging by her proficiency, you can tell she must have studied the Dark Arts a lot..."

As for Slytherin, he also graduated from Hogwarts and still loves this school.

The Slytherins are worthy of praise for this. Even for Voldemort, Hogwarts is his white moonlight in his heart. In the end, he wanted to make the school what he wanted, instead of destroying it.

This is also the reason why Voldemort is so obsessed with Hogwarts.

"Speaking of the Dark Arts, you seemed to have studied a lot when you were young?" Dumbledore looked at him with a smile on his face. "Besides, I also know a lot."

"This, this is..." Snape was speechless for a moment, completely not knowing how to refute.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. You just don't understand her."

Dumbledore said with a smile, his tone full of confidence.

Chapter 88 Harry Met Snape

I don't understand, do you understand? !

Snape was a little tired and didn't want to talk about Hermione anymore, so he asked about another thing.

"Did you know that Harry is a Parseltongue?"

Dumbledore looked up suddenly, his eyes sparkling.

At this moment, Snape felt that the old man in front of him was no longer the kind headmaster of Hogwarts, but the greatest wizard in a hundred years.

The feeling of oppression even overwhelmed that person!

"I see."

The next moment, Dumbledore returned to his original appearance, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Being scared twice in one day, even someone as determined as Snape felt a little suffocated.

Looking at the stubborn Dumbledore, Snape finally left the headmaster's office reluctantly.

He knew that Dumbledore had made up his mind and there was no point in saying anything.

……

The dull sound echoed in the empty corridor.

Snape strode forward with a gloomy face.

Suddenly, he froze.

A familiar figure appeared in front.

A light yellow long skirt, fluffy hair... No, it's a Gryffindor long skirt and shoulder-length red hair.

She is the person he thinks about day and night but can never reach.

Snape's heart was beating violently, blood rushed to his head, and he felt dizzy.

Could it be... an absurd thought flashed through his mind.

But then he shook his head in self-mockery.

How can it be?

He must have missed her so much that he had hallucinations.

Snape moved closer and closer, and "Lily"'s face became clearer and clearer.

Those beautiful eyes...wait!

What was flickering in those eyes was not the smile in memory, but...panic?

Snape suddenly woke up.

Although her eyes looked very much like Lily's, they were not her.

The person in front of me is Harry!

Harry in a dress and a wig!

Snape's mind went blank and he stood there in a daze.

Harry was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect that after changing his clothes and just going out, he would see the person he least wanted to see.

"Women's clothing?"

Harry's mind echoed the two words that Hermione had whispered in his ear not long ago.

At that time, he just thought it was ridiculous and didn't take it seriously at all.

But for some reason, maybe the Parseltongue incident made him confused, after returning, he actually did it as if possessed by a ghost!

Now that he was caught by someone, and it was Snape, the person who hated him the most, he wished he could die on the spot.

despair.

Hermione hurt me!

He lowered his head, cold sweat soaking his back.

The air seemed to freeze.

Time passes minute by minute.

silence.

Deafening silence.

Finally, Snape spoke first.

His voice was hoarse and low, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Harry looked up, glanced quickly at Snape, and quickly lowered his head again.

"It's... It's Hermione..."

He stammered:

"She said... this way... maybe..."

He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't even know what he was doing. He subconsciously pulled at the hem of his skirt, trying to cover the pair of legs in stockings.