Beautiful Girl Liu Xiang

Beautiful Girl Liu Xiang

Harry refused to give up. Starting from the fifth floor again, he entered every shabby room once more, searching even more thoroughly this time—turning everything upside down.

He knew exactly where several rat nests and ant nests were.

One room was filled with damaged suits of armor and statues. To be honest, Harry really did not want to go in.

He could accept seeing a suit of armor every so often in the school corridors. At least there were people around there.

But in this neglected, gloomy, terrifying room, there were so many battered statues, their armor covered in dust and scratches, and the silence around them was so complete that one could hear a pin drop.

The moment Harry stepped inside, every hair on his body stood on end. Beneath those helmets, he felt as though pairs of eyes were staring at him.

Damn it, this was way too creepy. Did the author have a grudge against me? Why did he have to make me come in here? (Luo Bei said apologetically: So you found out...)

"Ha... ha..." Harry gave a dry laugh, trying to encourage himself.

At times like this, he needed to use the great art of distraction.

And singing was the simplest and most effective method.

It did not matter what he sang. He just had to start singing first.

When Merlin was destroying a powerful monster, he once told his companions, "No matter how deep the darkness ahead is, just keep walking!"

So Harry began to sing at the top of his lungs, "Shoot planes, shoot planes, shoot a big plane..."

Sure enough, it worked!

Harry felt his heart calm down. He looked at the statues again, filled with courage... Forget it. Better not look.

Harry wandered around the room, but still did not find the Mirror of Erised.

Left with no choice, he went downstairs and began searching the next floor.

The fourth and third floors passed quickly, since there were many empty classrooms.

Just as he came down the stairs to the second floor and turned around a corner, Harry failed to notice a dark figure in front of him.

He crashed right into it.

Harry involuntarily staggered back several steps before steadying himself, while the man in black did not move an inch.

"The famous Mr. Potter, skipping class and wandering around here alone?" A cold voice rang out. Hearing it was like feeling a venomous snake with no body heat crawling over one's arm.

The owner of that unmistakable voice was naturally Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin.

The moment Harry heard Snape's voice, his face froze.

How unlucky could I possibly be? Running into this king cobra at a time like this!

Harry immediately plastered on a smile. "So it's Professor Snape. I just ran into Peeves. He actually spat at me—the famous Harry Potter! Who could put up with that? Of course I couldn't!" (Peeves, tears in his eyes: Slander! This is blatant slander! Would I dare mess with you?)

"Even if I could endure that, there was something else he said that I really couldn't tolerate."

"I told him that I was a student of Hogwarts's greatest teacher, Snape, and told him to apologize immediately!" Snape's face twitched...

Harry said indignantly, "But guess what happened? He actually burst out laughing and said that a wizard like Snape was someone he could take on ten at a time!" Snape's face twitched again...

"So I wanted to catch up to him and teach him a lesson he would never forget, so he'd know why the flowers are so red."

"Who knew Peeves would run as if he were riding a Flying Broomstick? He was unbelievably fast, almost as fast as Liu Xiang. Oh, Professor, you don't know who Liu Xiang is. Liu Xiang is a Sailor Moon with incredible speed!" (Liu Xiang blushed shyly. Eye-searing!)

"I couldn't catch Peeves at all. He ran to the library, so I chased him to the library. He ran to the second floor, so I chased him to the second floor. He ran to the third floor, so I chased him to the third floor. He..."

The more Harry spoke, the more excited he became. His expressions were vivid and dramatic; spit and saliva flew everywhere as he completely immersed himself in his own improvised performance.

"Enough!!" Snape roared, veins bulging on his face as rage overwhelmed him.

Snape's expression could not possibly have looked any uglier.

Peeves could spit? Harry Potter, could you make this any more ridiculous?

Calling yourself the famous Harry Potter without even blushing or skipping a beat... Harry, I truly underestimated you! Could you possibly have any less shame?

Liu Xiang? Sailor Moon? What the hell was that?

First floor, second floor, third floor... Were you trying to recite a tongue twister to me? Back when I ruled Hogwarts with tongue twisters, you had not even been born yet.

These words, these sharp retorts, each one as dazzling as a star in the world of snark, could never be spoken.

They could only rot in Snape's mouth, rot in the deepest, darkest corner of his heart, leaving the world forever unaware of the brilliance that had nearly burst forth!! (Luo Bei: (⊙o⊙)...)

Why? Because this was me, the prince who lived in darkness!

Snape suddenly felt a pang of bitterness. Why did I have to use such a cold personality to hide myself? Otherwise, I could mock Harry Potter to death right now, completely vent my anger, and not have to endure his provocation.

The moment Harry saw Snape's expression, his face immediately became serious, as if none of that had just happened.

Watching how quickly Harry changed his expression, Snape felt a faint sadness.

"Now. Immediately. Go to class!" Snape frowned deeply, his black eyes unblinking as they stared at Harry. He slowly rasped the words in that peculiar tone of his.

If any other student had seen Snape like this, they probably would not have been able to stand steady.

Harry remained perfectly calm. "Yes. May I ask what Professor is doing here? Is there anything I can help with?"

Snape was holding several large glass jars filled with some unknown herbs.

It seemed he had come to a storage room on the second floor to get something.

Snape narrowed his eyes. "Mr. Potter, you haven't forgotten that you have Potions class this afternoon, have you?"

Harry: (⊙o⊙)...

He had actually forgotten that the first class on Thursday afternoon was Potions class. Damn it, wasn't this walking straight into the line of fire? And he had even had the nerve to tease that cobra!

He really did not deserve any sympathy if he died.

Ha... haha...

"Then, Professor, I'll go into class now!" Harry darted away in a flash.

Snape lowered his head, his greasy hair covering his eyes.

I really do not want to see you at all...

Because...

During Potions class today, Malfoy felt that something was off, and it had him scratching his head for ages.

Professor Snape was as strict as ever.

Gryffindor was being targeted as usual.

That idiot Neville was making the kind of idiotic mistakes only an idiot would make, as usual.

Harry was as annoying as ever.

So what exactly was wrong?

Luo Bei:

Thank you to Crimson Purple Maple for the advice. When I saw his comment, I got a motherly feeling. That is not criticism—it is praise.

You'll understand why I think that once you read his comment.

Thank you to Weixi Minan and Dasheng Ye for their recommendation votes, because they are the only ones I know voted.

I am grateful to everyone who voted.

Aoki Buqing said that the first three golden chapters are very important, and if they are not written well, the book is basically ruined.

I searched online but could not find anything about it.

Maybe that was their own conclusion. Please let me know.

Thank you.

This chapter was originally called "Searching for the Mirror of Erised," but later I found this title was better. (⊙o⊙)...

The Snape section was written rather exaggeratedly.

I want bookmarks, I want recommendation votes.

Thank you.