Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Crouch grinned brightly but said nothing.

The little black man waited, and after a while, he slowly said: "Where is it?"

"Are you curious?" Crouch asked meaningfully.

Snape's voice was dry, and after a while, he answered firmly: "Of course."

Crouch did not hesitate and spoke readily: "On the eighth floor, you will find a huge portrait. On it is a group of trolls dressed in ballet costumes, holding big sticks, beating a wizard."

"Walk back and forth in front of him three times, keeping in mind your inner needs."

"The Room of Requirement will be open for you."

"One of my father's Horcruxes was stored there."

Snape's voice was cold: "I should really thank you for trusting me so much and telling me this news now."

Crouch didn't seem to hear Snape's weirdness, and responded gently: "You're welcome, Severus, you are my best and only friend now."

"Then why did you ask me to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Snape asked.

Crouch shook his head: "Test your loyalty."

"Loyal?" Snape repeated the word.

Crouch tilted his head, looked at the little black man, and said meaningfully: "Severus, these are my master's biggest secrets. Now I trust you very much, so I will tell you all this. "

The little black man said nothing.

After a moment, Snape's voice came out again: "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"It would be best if you could let me out." Crouch said with a sincere expression.

Snape sneered again: "Give up this ridiculous idea."

He paused: "If I had the chance, I would do it."

Crouch sighed: "I wish the dose of the potion could be smaller."

"Potter and Dumbledore are both good at potions." Snape interrupted, "I can hide this kind of potion, which is the limit."

"What about the man hiding in the school? Do you need me to help him escape?"

Crouch responded: "Don't worry about him, Severus."

"That person has been controlled by me using potions and the Imperius Curse. He is probably in the hands of the Wild Hunt now, and he may be dead."

Snape's voice was low: "Really?"

"Time is up."

"If there are other things, let's find a chance to talk about it next time."

The potion failed, and the black figure turned into a piece of transparent water.

Crouch stared at it and spit out a number: "Six hundred."

As soon as the potion took effect and the little black man appeared, he began to count the time in his mind. The effect would be ten minutes, no more, no less.

In the principal's office.

Snape sat back and said calmly: "Good news."

"It's worth all our hard work. Crouch finally has more trust in me."

"According to him, Voldemort still has two Horcruxes left, one is Nagini and the big snake."

"One is as you guessed before, it is Ravenclaw's diadem."

Dumbledore asked him: "Where?"

"Pohari is right." Snape couldn't help but glance at Harry, his voice a bit stuck, "Potter had guessed that there was a Horcrux hidden in the castle, but it's not there now. It's in the hands of the Wild Hunt."

Geralt's face turned serious: "Wild Hunt."

"It seems we have to find a way to find them." Dumbledore whispered.

Harry asked: "Where were you hiding in the castle before?"

"On the eighth floor, there is the Room of Requirement." Snape said concisely and to the point. "There is a portrait of a troll. You can open it by walking three times and thinking about your own needs."

Dumbledore suddenly asked: "So that's it?"

Harry glanced at him.

"Last year, one night, the bathroom on the eighth floor was used by students." Dumbledore continued patiently, "When I was anxious to find a bathroom, I passed by there several times and suddenly found a clean, clean one. The bathroom was neat and tidy, but I wanted to use it the next day, but couldn’t find it.”

"And Sybil, she always said that she lost several bottles of sherry and hid them on the eighth floor, but they were never found again."

"Looks like she's hiding in the Room of Requirement."

Harry didn't speak, his hands were intertwined and moving irregularly.

"If you want to go, just go and have a look." Snape read his inner thoughts and spoke bluntly.

Harry shook his head hesitantly: "Professor Snape, do you think he really trusts you?"

"Crouch will only trust one person, and that is his father." Snape said, his voice as cold as a snake spitting out a letter, "I don't think he will trust me just by sending a message."

Harry nodded: "I'm worried about this too."

"The Wild Hunt are not merciful guys. They also have magic that targets souls."

"It's better to hand over a frail soul than to hand him over to you, Professor Snape."

Snape laughed emotionlessly "Haha" twice.

"Maybe the castle still has the crown." Harry said his guess, "There is just a secret passage to get in and out. If we go there, it can leave with the person in the castle."

"That would expose Professor Snape."

Snape said nothing and looked at Dumbledore.

"I think it could be that Severus wanted to go to the eighth floor many times, but was discovered by Harry." Dumbledore thought and made a note, "This way we can find the Room of Requirement naturally."

Snape opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Such a stupid thing

"Albus, thank you so much for your advice." Snape looked at Dumbledore's empty hands, "Are you so eager to use the things I gave you?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Severus, this is the best way."

"Yeah, make me a fool." Snape nodded, and the words he spat out were like thorns.

Not long after he sat down, he stood up again and glanced coldly at Dumbledore and then at Harry: "I'm going to prepare to become an idiot now, Albus, maybe you can give me some advice." .”

This kind of preparation is not for Crouch to see.

It is to stay in the mind and store it in memory.

Memories can be faked, but for any Legilimency master, no fake memory can hide from their eyes.

That night.

Snape cast the Disillusionment Curse on himself and walked to the portrait of the troll on the eighth floor. According to Crouch's words, he walked back and forth in front of the portrait three times, and a door appeared on the wall of the portrait subject.

He was about to reach out and grab the doorknob.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing here?" Harry's voice came from behind him, making him freeze.

He held his breath and remained motionless, disguising himself as a piece of air.

The profound phantom spell allowed him to completely merge with the environment.