The Sleeping Zacharias

"So, the culprit behind this is that Zacharias?" Neville asked in shock from a corner of the lounge.

"He's in the cellar! I really hope I run into him when I go back to the lounge!" Draco's eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight, as he hadn't been with the group for a long time.

That's not the point.

How dare he think he's Champion without Harry!

To put it simply, did he ever speak to a professor when he was a first-year student?

Harry has it! How ridiculous!

"How could my Harry be scammed by someone like that! He doesn't deserve it!" Ron indignantly.

But when Harry's achievements are mentioned, he unconsciously straightens his chest, full of pride.

It was as if it belonged to him.

"'Mine'? Cough cough. Ron, I should be the one saying that!" Ginny prompted.

Harry quickly put his arm around Ginny. "Ron is my brother. There's nothing wrong with what he said."

Ginny twisted her body, but seeing that she couldn't break free, she stopped making a fuss.

To be honest, she's almost used to it.

Ron was lustful towards Harry but lacked the courage to act on it.

Moreover, Ron's feelings for Lavender are genuine.

Draco quickly interrupted, "By the way, did you just leave Zacharias there like that?"

I'm not saying this is bad.

What I mean is, without your protective magic, wouldn't it be easy for others to discover us?

He was rescued after you left; wasn't that letting him off too easily?

Harry winked gratefully at Draco. "I didn't withdraw the protective magic, did I?"

My magic will only stop working when the curfew starts at night.

"Now it's up to Filch."

However, Harry miscalculated.

Because he forgot that it was a cellar. The cellar was the territory of the King of Serpents.

Snape's current physical body is a creation of God.

Moreover, Ryan is worried about how to solve the problem of Helena's introductory feeding magic and the origin of the ghostly divination of the fairy fire.

"Wait, Lily, I smell magic."

"I'm afraid some mischievous kids are breaking the school rules." On his way back to his office, Snape suddenly stopped.

They then walked toward a corner of the corridor near the Hufflepuff Common Room.

Then, Snape stood there, frozen in place.

This was a nightmare.

A boy hanging upside down.

The underwear looked somewhat blackened in the darkness.

And Lily, who was standing next to her, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

This reminded Snape of his most painful memories, besides Lily's death.

Lily suddenly lost her smile.

On her path to resurrection, she clearly saw it: on the day of the break, she saw Snape hanging upside down, his underwear turning black, revealing her own expression—'a flicker of anger, as if she were about to smile.'

And at that time, Severus undoubtedly saw this expression.

"Perhaps, this is the real reason why she blurted out 'Mudblood,'" Lily thought to herself.

A hint of guilt flashed across her face.

Snape shook his head. "His legs weren't skin and bones, nor were they pale."

It looks like it has leg hair.

His underwear wasn't shiny with oil.

It's clear that the blackening wasn't caused by not washing it for a long time. It's more likely due to excessively dark lighting.

These thoughts flashed by in an instant.

Snape waved his wand. "The Golden Bell Landing (silently)."

A bright light flashed.

The boy fell from mid-air.

Snape's wand, which he hadn't put away, trembled again, and the boy's body flipped upside down, slowly landing on the ground.

"Is he alright?" Lily took a small step forward.

"Zacharias Smith? A nasty boy." Snape stepped aside, blocking Lily. "I'll handle this."

Let me see. This boy seems to be under some kind of spell that keeps him asleep.

"This curse originated from the physical body of Vishnu's third avatar," which made Snape realize something was wrong.

The magic that kept the boy asleep was profound, ancient, and difficult to detect.

If you follow the clues, you'll find that it originated from a painting next to the stone corridor—

The image shows a huge silver bowl filled with fruit.

"What?" Lily tilted her head, following Snape's gaze.

"The source of his unconsciousness was the kitchen."

"Could it be House-elf?"

"No, this might be related to the relics of the Four Founders." Snape waved his wand.

Zacharias's body automatically lay flat in mid-air.

It's like having an invisible stretcher.

He followed the scent of magic to the painting.

Along the way, the invisible stretcher beneath Zacharias moved with him.

"I'll do it. We come here whenever we want something to eat at night." Lily walked to the painting first, stretched out her index finger, and gently scratched the big green pear in the silver bowl of fruit.

The pear wriggled and chuckled, transforming into a large green doorknob.

"It seems the mystery will soon be solved." Snape said calmly, watching the House-elf rushing back and forth aimlessly after the door was opened, seemingly oblivious to them, and the Golden Cup in the closet that was shining with an unprecedented magical glow.

"Is this related to Hufflepuff's Golden Cup?" Lily, who had visited the kitchen after her resurrection to learn how to Treacle Tart, asked in confusion.

She knew that the Golden Cup had the magic to make food taste better.

But how could the magic of deliciousness evolve into such a drowsy magic?

"Perhaps it has something to do with this annoying brat's surname."

Although I hate to admit it, he is indeed a descendant of the Hufflepuff.

Perhaps he triggered some mechanism while hanging upside down in mid-air.

"Is he annoying? He looks like just an ordinary kid." Lily glanced at Zacharias curiously.

Snape snorted in dissatisfaction, "Even the most pesky Imp looks like Angel when he's sleeping!"

He was a notorious jerk at Hogwarts.

He was arrogant and considered himself superior because he was a descendant of one of the Four Founders.

He looked down on other students.

He tried to discredit any student better than him, but his own abilities were only average.

"Oh, it's James, the one with bad grades."

"Alright. Let's wait here."

"House-elf has already gone to inform our headmaster." Snape shrugged, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

A moment later, the door was opened again.

"Severus, Lily? What's going on? Who is this child?" It was Dumbledore who came in.

He noticed Snape and his group immediately.

"This is Zacharias Smith. He seems to have a reaction to the Golden Cup."

When we found him, he was hanging upside down in mid-air. He was fast asleep. Snape shrugged.

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at the boy behind Snape with interest.

His condition is stable, and his breathing is steady.

That weak magic, as arrogant as its master, was now linked to the Golden Cup in the cupboard.