Hogwarts i am snape

A black sailing ship, tossing on the waves amidst the howling wind, carried Snape and his companions towards Azkaban. They stood on the narrow deck, cold, salty seawater occasionally splashing and crashing against them. Seeing this, Dumbledore immediately waved his wand, and a transparent shield instantly formed above their heads.

As they continued, the sky gradually darkened, like a vast black curtain slowly descending to cover the formerly azure sky. An unnatural chill and a pervasive mist assailed them from all directions. All three instinctively pulled their travel cloaks tighter, but the cold still seeped into their very bones. An indescribable negative emotion, like vines quietly growing in the dark, spread within their hearts.

Snape's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Unpleasant memories from the past seemed to be pulled from the depths of his mind by an unseen hand, replaying endlessly in his head. Before Dumbledore could act, Snape couldn't help but raise his wand: "Expecto Patronum!"

A silvery-white giant serpent erupted from the tip of his wand. This time, it was finally no longer the blurry shape it once was. Strange patterns shimmered on its solidified body. The giant serpent affectionately coiled around Snape, its tongue flicking in and out with a soft hiss.

"Oh, so it's a snake," Snape muttered softly. "I thought you'd grow antlers and eagle talons."

With the appearance of the Patronus, the feeling of cold and despair dissipated within its radiant embrace, and joy and hope returned to their hearts.

"You can conjure a full Patronus, Severus," Dumbledore said, looking at the white snake, his eyes filled with relief. "That truly is a relief. Though it is a snake."

"What's wrong with snakes? Aren't they lovely anyway?" Snape said, gently stroking the serpent's head.

The sailboat continued to pitch on the tumultuous sea, the surrounding water growing even darker. A distant lightning flash tore through the black night sky, and large raindrops began to patter against the sea. The lightning briefly illuminated the dark waters, and they caught glimpses of several shadowy Dementors. They hovered above the sea, exuding a cold and despairing aura.

After an unknown period, the lonely prison standing in the vast sea, whose name meant "realm of destruction" or "abyss of hell," slowly emerged before them like a lurking beast. Bathed by the waves, Azkaban's cold, rough stone walls glowed with a chilling light.

The small boat docked at the shore. Amidst the swirling wind and rain, the three of them struggled to climb ashore.

"Do you think," Snape suddenly asked once he found his footing, "a scrawny, bony dog could swim all the way back to the Scottish Highlands from here?"

"Oh, why would you ask such an odd question?" Dumbledore said, casting several spells upon them with his wand. "Even a perfectly healthy, three-headed magical dog would likely find it impossible to swim back to land from here."

"No reason, Professor," Snape replied, a flicker of admiration for Sirius Black in his heart. After twelve years of imprisonment, he couldn't imagine what courage propelled Sirius to cross the North Sea all the way to Hogwarts.

"Aren't there any Ministry of Magic guards here?" Snape couldn't help but ask again, looking at the high walls and the empty entrance.

"Would you truly wish for a humble Ministry official to be stationed here for extended periods, Severus?" Moody rasped, tapping his cane. "Let's get inside quickly."

The three of them officially entered Azkaban. The prison's interior was no better than its exterior. Water droplets continuously rolled down the gloomy walls; the torches stuck in them emitted a murky green glow, offering no warmth whatsoever. Many prisoners lay lifelessly in their cells, motionless. If not for the occasional faint rise and fall of their chests, Snape would have surely thought them long-dead bodies. Only a few prisoners still managed to mumble to themselves in the dark corners.

Passing by one cell, Snape suddenly stopped, then quickly hurried back.

"What is it?" Moody asked softly, a hint of wariness in his voice.

"I know him," Snape said, his expression somewhat complex. Sitting in the cell was Mulciber, his former roommate. Mulciber seemed to have heard some movement; his dull eyes scanned blankly beyond the iron bars, his lips silently twitching: "Help... help me..." It seemed Mulciber hadn't been incarcerated for long, not yet having completely lost his desire to leave or to live.

"Let's go," Snape decided to continue forward. "In the past, when people asked for my help, I'd always say 'of course, of course,' but then I'd never remember to help them. It's really not good. Now, if someone asks for my help again, unless our relationship is truly close enough that I genuinely want to help, I'll just say directly, 'I'm sorry, I don't want to help,' and then turn and leave. As someone with a people-pleasing tendency, this is my way of practicing sincerity and courage."

"Mr. Snape," Dumbledore leaned in close to Snape, whispering, "I know you have a spell that makes people shut up. Perhaps you could teach it to me; I very much wish to use it now."

"I'll shut up right away, Professor," Snape said quickly, making a zipping motion across his mouth with his thumb and forefinger.

Just then, a blind Dementor drifted past from ahead, seemingly sensing a faint trace of happiness emanating from them—a rare scent in this prison. So, it glided towards them. Before Snape could give an order, the silver serpent coiled around him seemed to sense the danger and shot out with a *WHOOSH*. It coiled its body into a cage, tightly encircling the Dementor. Black smoke sizzled from the Dementor, and though it made no sound, the three of them seemed to hear its agonizing screams. In a short while, all that remained before them was a filthy black cloak; the Dementor had vanished without a trace.

"Professor," Snape looked at Dumbledore in surprise, "wasn't it said that Dementors cannot be completely destroyed?"

"I imagine," Dumbledore said in a lowered voice, "it's likely because the light of your Patronus, much like the morning sun just rising in the East, possesses extraordinary power?"

"Then you, Professor, are the evening sun setting in the West," Snape retorted, rolling his eyes, and disdainfully picked up the cloak from the ground before continuing forward.

"Here it is," Snape said, pointing to a shriveled, emaciated house-elf behind the bars. "I believe that's Hocky."

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