Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

"Although I don't know why you made her a teaching assistant for Defense Against the Dark Arts and even gave her access to the restricted book section, Granger is just too dangerous. We must find a way to keep Harry away from her!"

"I don't need to remind you, you know who the last student produced by the forbidden book zone was, right?"

At first, Snape thought Hermione looked exactly like Lily, except for her appearance.

The same Gryffindor, the same Muggle origins, the same Potions talent, the same intelligence and eagerness to learn, and the same... a Potter by his side.

Harry resembles her in every way except for his eyes.

But now Snape realized that Hermione was worlds apart from the image in his mind! This girl was nothing like Lily; instead, she was the very embodiment of Voldemort!

"Oh?" Dumbledore seemed intrigued, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "What did she do to elicit such a strong reaction from you?"

Snape recounted Hermione's actions during Defense Against the Dark Arts class, describing every detail clearly, as if listing all of Hermione's "crimes."

"Don't you think she and that person looked exactly alike when they were young?"

Snape questioned, hoping that Dumbledore could resonate with him.

To everyone's surprise, Dumbledore simply nodded after hearing this.

“I think she’s more like Gellert than Tom…”

Dumbledore murmured to himself, a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Snape frowned, completely unable to understand Dumbledore's reaction.

"No matter who she is, what she did was too outrageous—to demonstrate it in front of everyone in class..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Isn't this great?"

Snape's voice stopped abruptly.

"What did you say?"

He looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, wondering if he had misheard.

“Lockhart, as you know, there’s no way to complete the teaching. Granger, on the other hand, successfully made the students aware of the horror and evil of dark magic, raised their vigilance, and taught them how to counter it. I can’t understand why you think she did something wrong.”

Dumbledore's tone was flat.

Snape felt like he was about to explode.

Is this still the Dumbledore he knows?

This is so protective of Hermione!

Where does this inexplicable trust come from?

If he hadn't known about Dumbledore's family and Hermione's background, he would have thought she was some kind of great-granddaughter of the old man!

"If others find out, it will ruin Hogwarts' reputation. If she continues like this, Hogwarts will become Durmstrang sooner or later!"

Snape tried to reason with her, "And judging by her skill level, she must have studied dark magic extensively..."

Then there's Slytherin, who also came from Hogwarts and still loves the school.

The Slytherins deserve praise for this. Even Voldemort considered Hogwarts his ideal school and ultimately wanted to mold it into the way he envisioned it, rather than destroy it.

This is also why Voldemort is so obsessed with Hogwarts.

“Speaking of dark magic, you seem to have studied it quite a bit when you were young, didn’t you?” Dumbledore looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. “And I know a lot about it too.”

“This, this is…” Snape was speechless for a moment, completely at a loss for words.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. You just don't understand her."

Dumbledore said with a smile, his tone full of confidence.

Chapter 88 Harley Meets Snape

I don't understand, but do you?!

Snape was a little tired and didn't want to talk about Hermione anymore, so he asked about something else.

"Did you know that Harry speaks Parseltongue?"

Dumbledore looked up abruptly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

In that instant, Snape felt that the old man before him was no longer the kind Hogwarts headmaster, but the greatest wizard of the past century had returned.

The intimidating aura even overshadowed the person!

"I see."

The next instant, Dumbledore returned to his original appearance, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Being frightened twice in one day was enough to make even the resolute Snape feel a bit stifled.

Seeing that Dumbledore was unyielding, Snape finally left the headmaster's office with no other choice.

He knew that Dumbledore had already made up his mind, and there was no point in saying anything more.

……

The empty corridor echoed with dull sounds.

Snape strode forward with a grim face.

Suddenly, he froze.

A familiar figure appeared ahead.

A pale yellow dress, fluffy hair... no, it's a Gryffindor dress, with long, flowing red hair.

She was the person he longed for day and night, but could never reach.

Snape's heart pounded, blood rushed to his head, and he felt a wave of dizziness.

Could it be...? An absurd thought flashed through my mind.

But then he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

How can it be?

He must be missing her so much that he's hallucinating.

Snape drew closer, and "Lily's" face became clearer and clearer.

Those beautiful eyes... wait!

The smile in those eyes wasn't the one I remembered, but... panic?

Snape suddenly came to his senses.

Although her eyes look just like Lily's, it's not her.

The person in front of me is Harry!

Harry wearing a skirt and a wig!

Snape's mind went blank, and he stood there, stunned.

Harry was stunned. He never expected that after changing his clothes, he would see the person he least wanted to see as soon as he stepped out the door.

"Women's clothing?"

Harry's mind was filled with the two words Hermione had whispered in his ear not long ago.

At the time, he just thought it was absurd and didn't take it seriously at all.

But for some reason, perhaps because the Snake-Talk incident had clouded his judgment, he actually did it after returning home!

Now that he's been caught red-handed, and by Snape, who hates him the most, he wishes he could die on the spot.

despair.

Hermione ruined me!

He lowered his head, his back soaked with cold sweat.

The air seemed to freeze.

Time passes minute by minute.

silence.

A deafening silence.

Finally, Snape spoke first.

His voice was hoarse and low, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Harry looked up, glanced quickly at Snape, and then quickly looked down again.

"It's...it's Hermione..."

He stammered:

"She said...maybe..."

He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't even know what he was doing. He subconsciously tugged at his skirt, trying to cover his legs, which were clad in stockings.