Professor Snape was looking at a book whose name he didn't know, but his office was rudely pushed open, and he looked up to see Scamanderti slipping Anne away.

"This bear child, ...... again" Snape looked at Anne with hatred, and thought that she had done something again, thinking that he was ready to scold angrily, so as to show his attitude in front of the leader, and when he returned home, he thundered loudly, and the rain was dealt with in private, but was interrupted by Scamander.

"Listen to me, Professor Snape, there's a break in the school, a basilisk." Scamander interrupted Snape with a raised hand, gasped slightly, and succinctly said the problem.

"Is it her......?" Snape's mind was full of Annie now, and when he heard Scamander say this, he suddenly chuckled in his heart, why did this bear kid cause such a big disaster?

"Yes, it's Annie." Scamander continued to gasp for air.

"This ......" The books in Snape's hand fell to the ground, Anne was the meat of his heart, how could this be such a big disaster, how could the school protect her......

Snape's heart suddenly cooled......

"It's Annie, I've found ......an anomaly," Scamander gasped for a moment before straightening up, "Hey, it's not okay to be old, it's only a little bit of a distance, and I'm out of breath......"

Anne was a little embarrassed to stand there, thinking in her heart that your old boy ran a kilometer faster than the speed of the 100-meter sprint, ran down the first floor from the sixth floor, and the school is still such a long corridor, you always use the minute? I'm afraid Bolt will have to kneel and call Daddy, right......?

"Headmaster Dumbledore is in the Ministry of Magic." Professor Snape let out a long breath and led the two of them directly to the fireplace.

Snape and Scamander turned to look at Anne.

"What do you see me doing?" Anne asked.

"You can't go." Snape pointed to the top of his head and looked at Anne, "You wait here." ”

The two of them said goodbye and flew away.

“wc……！” Anne jumped to her feet, "Sorting Hat, come down!" I'm going to the Ministry of Magic! ”

"Sorting hat boss, you're okay, let me go for one night, okay...... I beg you......" Anne begged.

"Dead Sorting Hat, if you don't give the old lady down, the old lady will burn you!" Anne threatened.

"Ahhh I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, hot, hot......! Anne begged for mercy. No problem, when Anne baked the tip of the hat on the fireplace, the hat looked like it was made of silver, and in an instant the hot heat filled her head, so to speak, real, hot-headed.

Anne lay on the ground like a salted fish, her chest hunched together, her eyes blank.

Just as Anne's near-death state was about to fall, three bigwigs appeared at Professor Snape's fireplace in a cloud of smoke.

When the three of them saw Anne fall to the ground in pain with her eyes open and her head in her arms, and "death was terrifying", Rao and Snape almost stumbled and sat down.

"Annie!" Snape exclaimed, ignoring the danger that the basilisk might be nearby, and pounced on Anne's weak little shoulders, regretting in his heart why he had left Anne here alone. The pain of twelve years ago is vividly vivid, and suddenly the whole person almost collapsed.

"Basilisk!" Just as Snape was about to slay the snake in a rage, Dumbledore tapped him on the shoulder.

"Karma?" Snape subconsciously came to Anne's mantra......

"Daddy." Anne blinked with big eyes, looking at Snape's embarrassment, and suddenly the grievance of being bullied by the hat was out of the clouds. After all, seeing Snape like this is rare to see once a year.

"Dead child! You're scaring me to death! Snape stood up, wiped the tears from his eyes with lightning speed and jingle the bell, and slipped Annety to her feet, "What are you doing?" What are you doing lying on the ground? ”

"Uh......" Anne couldn't say she had just wanted to burn the Sorting Hat...... "I'm tired and want to lie down for a while!" Well, that's it. ”

"Mr. Sorting Hat is here, and the basilisk can't hurt Baby Anne yet." Dumbledore bent down and rubbed Anne's shoulder, and Anne got goosebumps at the nickname.

"I see......," Dumbledore listened to Scamander's words, and his expression became rarely solemn.

"Boy, what do you know?" When Scamander saw Anne's big eyes rolling around, he knew that this guy definitely had some secrets.

"I don't know anything! I'm just a lovely little Annie. Anne hugged Snape's thigh and hid behind him, her little head sticking out and shaking.

"Alright, Anne should be scared enough tonight, go to bed, there's a Quidditch match tomorrow, you have to cheer for your house!" Snape nodded to the two old men and led Anne back to the common room.

"Dad, the basilisk is in the basement, that basilisk is Voldemort's murderer who killed Myrtle fifty years ago, turn on the switch of the Slytherin grandfather's secret room, it's in that bathroom!" Before Anne entered the common room, she told Father Snape the truth.

Looking at the three hundred points in the account, Anne was also slightly happy, during this period of crazy scoring, she could be able to shoot the strength attribute to eighty, that is, eighty percent of the strength of a normal person at the age of twenty-five.

Mei Zizi slapped a little more strength, Anne sneered at this Rausch magic bean, and also protested against the system master not giving anything else to exchange, but after all, there is still no good way, maybe he just has a gold medal to avoid death, if he wants to become stronger, he can only learn and practice, and he can only enhance the basic attributes here.

But that's better than nothing, and Anne doesn't think much about it anymore and goes back to the dormitory to start her new studies.

The next day, because of the Quidditch match, there was not even a class in the morning, and everyone was preparing to cheer for Gryffindor House, but Anne and Luna were like two autistic children who did not fit in, each holding a book and watching, until the game started.

Anne knew that Dobby would come out to stir things up this time, but she didn't bother to toss anymore, anyway, it didn't matter if the energetic boy suffered a little, and Lockhart smiled happily when she saw Lockhart volunteering to turn Harry's broken arm into a rubber arm.

After all, this was the opportunity for Harry to have a long talk with Dobby, and she couldn't force her to intervene, anyway, even if Anne didn't do anything, it seemed that the past seven years would be easy to get by.

Anne suddenly remembered a later novel, called "Mixing is also a Life", and she had forgotten everything she had said, but Anne had learned a lot about the spirit in it.