Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 57 Guardian Angel's Oviparous Embryo Unhatched

Now, Snape cast a Patronus Charm and summoned a stag, which was exactly the same Patronus as Harry's mother Lily's.

Harry was terrified at the sight of the deer, mistakenly believing that Snape was using his mother as a smokescreen because he longed for his father.

He thought to himself: Since the Xianning and Taikang eras, male homosexuality has flourished, and people have become obsessed with female beauty. Scholars and officials all admire it, and people all over the world have followed suit.

Unexpectedly, England is just like it was during the Song Dynasty.

Seeing that Harry remained silent for a long time, Snape assumed that Harry was stunned by his impressive methods, and then sneered, "If you give up now, that would be for the best, so I won't have to see your face every week night."

Hearing him mention his face, Harry's heart skipped a beat, but ignoring the sarcasm, he said, "Professor, is it because I look like my father?"

These words were like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart, an axe splitting my skull, causing Snape's face to contort in a grimace as he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Who! Who said anything to you?!"

Seeing his vicious face, Harry knew perfectly well that unrequited love breeds hatred.

If it were anyone else, Harry would surely have laughed it off, even if it happened to him. But since it was a story from his elders' past, Harry had nowhere to vent his pent-up frustrations.

Damn it! Truly, anything can happen in this world. There's a reason why Brother Hagrid was reluctant to tell me this time and again.

When Snape pressed him for answers, Harry, being kind-hearted and wanting to save face for him, said, "I was just guessing."

Having said that, he raised his wand again to cast the Guardian Charm.

Seeing that he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, Snape was itching to ask him but didn't want to press him, so he had to put aside his thoughts and teach him the Patronus Charm first.

"Your emotions aren't strong enough. Think about something happier in your mind."

"If you still can't figure it out, go to Diagon Alley and buy an eight-inch living photograph. I believe the person in the living photograph will teach you how to be happy."

Harry listened to his words, but felt that the comfort in his heart was not enough. He closed his eyes and pondered, thinking about the past events one by one.

In the Lion Tower, Ximen Qing was killed in a fit of rage, and the adulterer was beaten to death; at the Mandarin Duck Tower, blood splattered on Supervisor Zhang, and Jiang the Gatekeeper was also killed; under the slaughtering door panel, Qi Luo was beheaded, and the scoundrel was separated from his body.

Recalling all these delightful events, Harry burst into laughter, jumped up, and shouted, "Patriot!"

The shout was incredibly powerful, and a plume of silvery-white mist shot out from the tip of the wand, making it a truly magnificent display.

Unfortunately, the mist was fleeting, like a passing cloud, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this opportunity, Snape sneered, "Ha! Is this the happiest thing you can think of? It's not even as good as that spell you just cast."

"Tell me, Potter! What are you thinking?"

Harry was puzzled. He had been feeling much happier than before, so why was the spell so much less powerful?

He said, "I just hope Quirrell gets his head cut off and Voldemort becomes a wandering ghost, who knows when he'll be reduced to ashes."

Upon hearing his words, Snape's face twitched involuntarily.

To be honest, he knew Harry had some personality problems, but today he realized that Harry's personality problems seemed to be more than just a few.

"Mr. Potter! I seem to recall telling you that the core of the Patronus Charm is happiness, hope, and the positive emotions of life!"

"I've never seen anyone who can unleash a Guardian Charm while contemplating death—of course, it's just a useless cloud of mist."

He stood up, moved closer to Harry, and said coldly, "But I'm curious, Mr. Potter. Does taking a life bring you pleasure?"

Snape's words were harsh, but Harry wasn't having any of it, shouting, "That Voldemort killed my parents, and I'm glad I cut his body in half!"

"I must remind you, Mr. Potter, that the man you killed was Quirrell."

"How can Quirrell and Voldemort, two souls in one body, be separated?"

"Speaking of murder, Professor, there's no need for you to pretend to be a virtuous man. From the moment I met you in the auditorium, I knew you were a man whose blood had been spilled!"

These words struck Snape like a thunderbolt, leaving him pale. He swayed slightly, took a few steps back, and remained silent for a long while before saying:

"Pick up your wand, Potter. Now follow my movements and don't think about anything related to death."

Harry found it strange, but he didn't know what person his words reminded him of, which caused him to act this way.

Snape, noticing Harry's eyes fixed on him, snapped, "Enjoy prying into other people's memories? Want to try Legilimency?"

"I can let you experience it for yourself first."

After saying that, he taught Harry to practice the Patronus Charm with him.

Although Snape was vicious in speech and had a ferocious appearance, he passed on all his knowledge and skills to Harry without reservation.

When the hour of Hai (9-11 PM) arrived, Harry recited the Patronus Charm again. The tip of the staff trembled and then burst forth with a thick, silvery-white mist.

Snape's eyes showed annoyance. He was already fed up with Harry's efforts, which had lasted all night without producing a physical form.

"Alright, Mr. Potter, let's continue next week—"

Before he could finish speaking, the tip of the wand emitted another wisp of silver mist, which merged with the previous mist.

Seeing that there was no movement, Snape was about to speak when the tip of his wand sprayed out a large cloud of mist, as if a sluice gate had been opened.

Even a well-traveled wizard like Snape was astonished. "So many?!"

These wisps of mist floated in the air for a moment before merging together and coalescing into one.

Harry was astonished. "Huh! My Patronus is an egg?"

"No, it's an embryo!" Snape stared intently, his eyes wide with fascination. "Look... those are her four hooves..."

"This is very rare... I've never seen a guardian that looks like an embryo before. Perhaps she can grow up..."

Hearing Snape repeatedly call her "her," Harry felt a chill run down his spine. "Ugh! If the professor is into homosexuality, don't drag me into it too."

"But I'm a real man!"

Snape snapped out of his daze and said coldly, "Young man? Mr. Potter, I have no interest in playing your Old English tricks."

"Please speak in the language of a modern wizard, instead of yelling like a caveman every day."

It should be known that Harry was already furious from the ridicule during the lesson that night, and now he couldn't hold back any longer, and sneered:

"Professor, if you want to eat that pungent root, please do so. I certainly won't fight you for it."

Upon hearing this, Snape stood there stunned for a moment, his pale face flushing red, his lips trembling as he pointed his wand at Harry.

"Harry!"

"James!"

"Potter!"

"You think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"