In the huge space specially set up to store the Philosopher's Stone, in front of the Mirror of Eris, an eerie atmosphere of silence spreads.

Peter Pettigrew who tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone, betrayed and framed his best friend, is still covered in wounds.

The Dark Arts wounds inflicted by Blade were not so easy to heal, ordinary healing spells didn't even work, and the only counterspell was currently known only to Snape himself.

As a result, Peter's cut wounds were still bleeding.

Blood slowly dripped down the wound, almost making a bed of blood for the unconscious rat.

It's just that it's not the 'hero' it is today, and no one even cares about him.

Deception, hatred, hatred.

When so many emotions were intertwined, even Harry couldn't help but want to ignore him now.

As his mind drifted toward wizards, this seemingly serious physical injury was nothing in Harry's eyes.

At this moment, he just stared at the man.

"Professor Snape."

When that somewhat awkward voice came out, Harry felt embarrassed.

He didn't even know how to describe his current thoughts.

Without thinking much about it, he believed Quirrell's words, believing that Professor Snape was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and even complacent.

However, the truth is clearly far from the situation he envisioned.

The one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone was Quirrell, who approached them from the beginning...... He wasn't even Professor Quirrell, he was a guy named Peter.

Peter Pettigrew.

It's a name Harry had seen before.

When re-checking the matter about his parents, he not only saw the name, but also knew that he was a former 'hero'.

But now, the hero who should have died has appeared here, and he wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, what happened here?

Or rather, what happened in the first place?

When both Peter and Quirrell were labeled suspicious, Harry felt a little overwhelmed.

Who should be trusted now?

Are they telling the truth?

It only felt like his head was being stirred into a mess, and Harry found that no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come to any conclusions.

In desperation, he slowly paced out of his thoughts.

He didn't know anything, he didn't know anything, and in this case, even if he felt twisted, he had to ask the professor in front of him for something.

However, Snape apparently didn't give him a chance to speak.

"So, how long do you want to stand there?"

When Harry came to his senses, all he heard was the same whisper as before.

In Harry's eyes, Snape's eyes were still as empty as an abyss, and no emotion could be found in them.

It's just that, vaguely, he found that that gaze was no longer as disgusting and unsettling as before.

"I ...... I'm sorry, Professor, but I've been misunderstanding you all along. ”

Harry couldn't help but bow to meet Snape's gaze.

Suddenly, he felt some kind of pressure.

Snape stared at him without saying a word, as if in deep thought, but his hand trembled faintly under the dark robes.

“……”

And in the midst of this eerie silence, the flames on the other side of the gate were abruptly extinguished.

Immediately after, two figures walked in quickly.

It's Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall.

"Severus, what the hell are you letting us here......

Professor McGonagall was about to ask something, but after looking around at the ruins, her lion-like eyes widened.

"What the hell is going on here, and what is lying over there......"

"Whatever happens, it's over."

Before Professor McGonagall could ask anything more, Snape interrupted her.

"You should be able to see other children on the way here, take them all away and take them to the school hospital to have a good look, and I will take care of cleaning up the scene here."

"Good!"

After all, it was the child, and Professor McGonagall didn't deny anything, just looked at the little wizard to the side.

"Harry, you ......"

"Professor."

But Harry reached into his pocket in a hurry.

"Professor, this stone ...... now"

"Don't take it out."

Snape shouted again.

"Don't give that stone to anyone, don't talk to anyone, you give it to the headmaster yourself, understand?"

“…… Good. ”

Finally, the two professors left with the little wizard.

It wasn't just Harry, there was a fainting man standing outside in a room where the wizard was standing when they came.

In conclusion, professors definitely have a lot to do.

As for Snape, he chose to stay here and set his sights back on the fainting guy.

Peter Pedirul, a former robber......

"Of the four of them, the one I hated the most was James Potter."

Because he took away the only light.

"The one I hate the most is Cialis Black."

Emotionally flamboyant and extreme, he thinks he is different from his family, but in fact he is carved out of the same mold as the other Blakes.

Think you're right and fiddle with your cleverness.

"And the person I look down on the most is you, who will only follow behind others and pretend to be powerful, blindly following and being extremely stupid at the same time......"

Gradually, a strong killing intent appeared in Snape's deep eyes.

When there was no one around, his usual pride in the closure of his brain and the skill of hiding his emotions could not completely hide a certain will in his heart.

"How dare you betray her...... Peter Pedirou. ”

Unconsciously, he suddenly remembered what the boy he also disliked had said.

He said he was sorry.

He said he had misunderstood himself.

But was he really mistaken?

No.

Harry thought he was apologizing, but inadvertently plunged a knife into his barely beating heart.

His will, his spirit, and his heartbeat had long since come to a standstill in that tragic night, and the cycle continued.

"That's enough, Severus."

Just as the vicious anger in Snape's heart was at its peak, a soothing voice suddenly came from somewhere nearby.

It was as warm as a spring breeze, but it couldn't soothe the pus-shed wound in Snape's soul.

"I don't need you to remind me, I know he can't die."

Drawing his wand, Snape pointed slowly at Peter, and the incantation echoed like a low aria.

"Rapid healing ......"

Without much effort, the seemingly incurable dark magic wound on the rat's body was repaired.

He was still weak, but at least he wouldn't die from blood loss.

Taking another deep breath, Snape looked at the white that appeared in the darkness.

The headmaster, the old man, the chess player who controls everything behind the scenes.

"So, you've been here since the beginning?"