Hogwarts i am snape

"Don't hide! We know you're in there! Several wands are pointed at you; don't think we're afraid to hurt anyone!"

Shrill shouts pierced the night, and heavy, shuffling footsteps closed in from all directions. Inside the tent, Dumbledore remained seated, showing no intention of moving. Seeing his Headmaster's calm demeanor, Snape swiftly grabbed a small pouch nearby, rummaging through it until he produced several small, glowing green orbs. Without a moment's hesitation, he flung them out of the tent with a powerful heave of his arm.

"Bloody hell! What in Merlin's beard is that?!" a voice from outside the tent cried out in panic.

Dumbledore's usually steady eyebrows twitched slightly at the commotion outside. Snape quickly muttered a spell, casting a Shield Charm upon himself. A transparent magical barrier instantly enveloped him. Then, he reached out, flung open the tent flap, and strode out.

"Help! Get away from me!"

Outside, chaos reigned. Four or five figures writhed on the ground, screaming in agony, as bright flashes of spells occasionally streaked through the air. The plant-like objects Snape had thrown earlier had rapidly unfurled their leaves and were now bouncing around erratically, howling. Their broad, barbed leaves were constantly opening and closing.

Snape carefully navigated the bloody battlefield, aiming his wand at the few remaining resisting enemies.

"Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!" Snape shouted the spells, and two dazzling beams of light shot from the tip of his wand, flying straight towards the foes.

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"Ah, no!" With desperate cries, those disarmed by the spell instantly lost their ability to resist. In a flash, they were tackled to the ground by the frenzied plants, letting out miserable screams.

Snape effortlessly caught several wands that flew towards him. Without even a glance, he tossed them to the ground and then stomped on them with all his might. With several sharp cracks, the exquisite wooden sticks snapped into two pieces.

"Professor," Snape turned his head and called into the tent, "you can come out now."

Dumbledore slowly emerged from the tent, gazing at the chaotic scene before him. He was stunned speechless for a long moment. After a while, he finally raised a hand, pointing at the blood-stained plants, and asked with a bewildered expression, "Severus... what *are* these things?"

"Biting Cabbages," Snape replied simply.

"You call these Biting Cabbages?" Dumbledore's beard seemed to tremble with indignation. "Then what do you call a Biting Cabbage?"

"Er, er—Professor," Snape lowered his head bashfully, glancing up at Dumbledore with a hint of embarrassment. "These are an improved version. If you like, you can call them Puppy Cabbages."

"Puppies?" Dumbledore asked skeptically. "Where on earth did you get these mad hounds?"

"Professor, perhaps we should attend to these attackers first!" Snape quickly changed the subject, feigning urgency. "If we don't heal them soon, they'll bleed dry!"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore fumed, his beard bristling and eyes wide, but he quickly raised his wand nonetheless. With a flick of his wand, the frenzied cabbages seemed to be pushed by a powerful force, jumping far away. The attackers, meanwhile, were tightly bound together by chains that appeared out of thin air, unable to move.

Under the effect of Dumbledore's powerful healing magic, the attackers' horrifying wounds began to mend at a visible rate.

"My wand!" a troll-like attacker, who had just opened his blood-crusted eyes, roared. "My wand!"

"Where are their wands?" Dumbledore turned and asked Snape.

"Oh, right here," Snape said, pointing calmly at the pile of broken wooden sticks on the ground.

"Never mind," Dumbledore seemed to close his eyes and take a deep breath. "Hogwarts certainly didn't teach you how to be polite in battle."

Snape pulled a small glass vial from his robes, smeared some of the colorless liquid onto himself, and then walked over to the cabbages. He gently stroked the cabbages, and they purred contentedly, retracting their leaves.

Dumbledore watched Snape's actions thoughtfully, then waved his wand at the attackers once more. A blinding white light flashed, and the attackers' eyes instantly became hollow and vacant. Their furrowed brows slowly relaxed, replaced by a dazed, indifferent expression. Then came a series of dazzling red flashes, and a strong gust of wind swept across the grass, plunging the attackers into a deep, childlike sleep.

"Amazing, Professor!" Snape exclaimed, applauding after recalling the cabbages. "It truly takes your touch!"

"Next time, I won't trouble you," Dumbledore said testily. "If I had come out any later, you'd have more soul fragments than Tom."

"How could that be? There aren't even six people here," Snape scratched his head. "I had it under control, Professor. The cabbages did it."

Dumbledore ignored Snape. He raised his wand and began walking in a wide circle around them, muttering incantations. As he moved, the surrounding air gently vibrated, as if a layer of heat was rising.

"Alright, no one will disturb us now. Come in, Severus."

The two re-entered the warm tent. Fortunately, the battle had ended quickly enough that, aside from some trampled flowers at the entrance, the tent remained peaceful and undisturbed.

The night passed without dreams.

The sun was rising, a blue-violet sky suspended above the churning waves. Amidst the rush of the tide, Snape heard muffled sounds of movement around the tent, as if through thick hide. He looked back at the Sneakoscope on the table; it was still. It seemed these weren't enemies.

"Professor, someone's here?" he roused Dumbledore.

"Oh, it must be Alastor," Dumbledore said, rising and dispelling the protective enchantments he had placed around the tent.

A tall figure, leaning on a walking stick, appeared before them.

"You two brought me quite a bit of extra work, didn't you?" Moody grumbled, walking towards the tent.

"Good morning, Alastor," Dumbledore said. "Pack up the tent, Severus. We'll be setting off soon."

"Not so fast," Moody stepped into the tent and picked up a cream cake from the table. "Let me eat something first."

After Moody finished his breakfast, Snape packed the tent back into the small pouch. Dumbledore had already pulled the black sailboat to the shore. They boarded one after another. Under the influence of magic, the sailboat sailed against the wind into the deep sea.