Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 31 Snape and the Cerberus

In the evening, Harry met Damon, who had just politely declined the invitation of the Patil sisters.

The story of Damon defeating the troll alone had already come to an end, but half a month later, it became a hot topic among the young wizards.

There are any explanations.

At first they said Daemon had a hard-fought victory over a mountain troll.

Gradually, the news spread that Daemon had overwhelmingly defeated a mountain monster without suffering any damage.

In the end, it was Damon who easily defeated the group of mountain monsters alone, and Professor McGonagall even gave him an extra 20 points for this - they thought this could explain why Gryffindor's house cup score increased by leaps and bounds from time to time.

Although the rumor was ridiculous, it was indeed related to Damon - he got it from extra assignments from two professors.

"Aren't these our top girls? How dare you reject them?"

Harry had somewhat forgotten his original intention.

"Why did you come to me?"

Damon glanced at Harry and was not very impressed by the so-called beauty - the Patil sisters were Indians, and he really couldn't appreciate them.

"Oh, that's right."

Harry explained his purpose.

He had previously borrowed a book called "The Origins of Quidditch" from the library, but ran into Professor Snape in the yard. Professor Snape confiscated the book on the grounds that "library books are not allowed to be taken out of the school" and deducted five points from Gryffindor.

"I was wondering - why should I be afraid of Professor Snape? I want to get the book back."

"Oh~" Damon nodded, a hint of smile between his brows, "Since you are not afraid of him, why don't you go alone?"

"Well—well! I'll go alone, then."

"Relax, buddy." Damon put down his copy of Running with Trolls. "Since you asked, of course I'll go with you."

The two went to Snape's office in the basement. Harry was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard Snape's voice coming from inside.

"Damn it," Snape said, "how can you possibly keep your eyes on three heads at once?"

Harry's pupils suddenly shrank!
Three heads? Three-headed hellhounds?!
He turned to look at Damon, shook his head to signal, and the two of them left quietly.

"It's Professor Snape!"

Harry hurried up the stairs and was about to break into a run - in fact, the only thing that stopped him was that Damon, who was traveling with him, still had a relaxed expression on his face. He was even admiring the painting of "The Shepherdess" on the wall!
Harry was getting really anxious.

But soon, he calmed down again - Damon didn't know about the three-headed dog of hell, so he naturally didn't take it seriously.

But it doesn’t matter, he’ll find out soon enough!
At Harry's urging, the two returned to the lounge on the eighth floor. Harry quickly gathered Hermione and Ron together, and explained the whole story to Damon.

"You know what this means?" he said at last, taking his breath away. "On Halloween, he tried to get past that big three-headed dog!

"That's where he was going when we saw him—he was looking for the thing the big dog was guarding! I'll bet my broomstick it was him who let that giant monster in there to distract everyone!"

Hermione's eyes widened.

"No he wouldn't," she said. "I know he's not a nice guy, but he would never steal anything that Dumbledore kept so carefully." "Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints," said Ron gruffly. "I agree with Harry, I think Snape is capable of anything.

But what is he looking for? What is the big dog guarding?"

The three of them turned to look at Damon. Hermione and Ron were secretly competing with each other, as if they wanted to see whose opinion Damon would support.

What is it guarding? The Philosopher's Stone.

Damon thought about it and nodded:
"What you said makes sense, but I think it's wrong to have any unconditional trust or suspicion in Snape before things are completely clear. The most important thing right now, I think, is Harry's Quidditch match tomorrow."

Hermione and Ron were both a little dissatisfied because they didn't get the answers they wanted, but at the same time, they were relieved that Damon didn't favor anyone.

If they grew up a little, they would know that Damon's attitude at the moment was called "compromise", but for now, they were just happy that their statement was confirmed, except for - Harry.

Damon noticed that Harry was not in the right state and comforted him:
"Don't worry, Harry. I will find a chance to tell Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick about your discovery. Maybe—we can even use their power to tell Dumbledore?"

"Yeah Harry, with Dumbledore here, you really don't need to worry too much."

Hermione and Ron also noticed that something was wrong with Harry and spoke up to comfort him.

Yes, and Dumbledore is here!
Thinking of the great wizard, Harry felt relieved and gave a faint smile to the few people.

But until he fell asleep, Professor Snape's words were still echoing in his mind, that irritable and ferocious voice.

This was the first time since Damon entered Hogwarts that he did not go to the Room of Requirement on the weekend.

Although he firmly believed that "hard work brings strength", there was no point in being too tense all the time. This was Harry's first appearance and also his first time watching a Quidditch match live, so there was nothing wrong with relaxing.

After changing into new clothes and wearing the orange-red scarf representing Gryffindor, Damon sat on the podium with the Gryffindor students, waiting for the game to begin.

To give Harry a surprise, they painted a huge banner with a bed sheet, which read "Potter Will Win". Dean, who was good at painting, also drew a big Gryffindor lion below. Hermione also cast a clever magic to make the paint on the banner flash different colors.

Damon, on the other hand, had ordered the same flag for Harry in advance.

Because of his presence, the entire first grade was more united than ever before. So when Harry walked out of the cheering stadium, he clearly heard his own name.

"Harry, we must win!"

He subconsciously looked up in the direction of the sound—Damon was standing in the stands, holding a huge banner with a Gryffindor lion painted on it, dancing like a dragon. Behind him, a group of Gryffindor students were cheering along:

"Harry, we must win!"

Their voices were so loud and their voices were so enthusiastic that the other two houses besides Slytherin joined in.

Thus, the originally noisy sounds gradually began to become unified.

"Harry! We'll win!"

Damon clenched his right fist and swung it towards Harry in the formation!
Harry met his eyes and they smiled at each other.

This suddenly gave him some freedom - he noticed that he was actually a little hunched over at the moment.

So, before the game started, he straightened his back.

(End of this chapter)