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Professor McGonagall watched Deveraux gallop away on the petrified pony.

She quickly adjusted her state and waved her wand to command the Stone Knights.

"Take all the injured and sick students and go to Hogsmeade immediately to ensure their safety!"

The Stone Knights responded in a dull voice and began to move steadily.

Professor McGonagall turned quickly and ran towards the direction of the Gryffindor Common Room.

At this moment, a dazzling silver-white light suddenly flashed, and a silver phoenix spread its wings lightly, soaring in the corridor, exuding a warm but hurried breath.

Professor McGonagall stopped immediately and recognized Dumbledore's patronus. She held her breath and stood there, with a flash of nervousness in her eyes.

The phoenix cried, landed lightly in front of her, and spread its wings to project Dumbledore's voice.

Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became solemn.

She clenched her teeth and gave orders to the Stone Knights around her without hesitation.

"You, be responsible for escorting the students to Hogsmeade, and no mistakes are allowed!"

The Stone Knight nodded, turned around and continued to perform the task, leading the team to move forward steadily.

Professor McGonagall turned around without hesitation and walked quickly towards the target.

With the most reliable escort she could get - a dozen Stone Knights without wounded people!

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In the dark corridor on the other side of Hogwarts, Snape was being supported by Peter Pettigrew while struggling to move forward.

Although the ceremony just now consumed most of his physical strength, Snape's hawk-like eyes still flashed with a cold light.

"Damn it! I said, two portions of blood are enough! How much did you get?"

Snape's voice was low, but full of anger.

He staggered forward while staring at Pettigrew.

Pettigrew shrank his neck, his face full of fear and embarrassment.

His voice was shrill because of fear.

"I... I was too nervous! I haven't used a human body for a long time, so it's really not convenient to move..."

"Idiot!"

Snape snorted coldly, his tone full of disgust.

"Do you want to kill that boy? Do you think he's just an ordinary chess piece? You-"

Petty's face suddenly flushed, and his usual cowardly appearance actually gave rise to a hint of rebellious anger.

"What if I killed him? Doesn't the master want him to die?!"

Snape stopped abruptly, his eyes piercing Pettigrew like a sharp blade.

He sneered with his usual sarcastic tone.

"Stupid mouse, you can't even understand the situation. Do you think the Dark Lord really needs the boy's life? Ha, what he needs is to control the balance of the situation! And you, you will only use your stupidity to break it."

In this tense atmosphere, Snape suddenly frowned.

His expression changed from anger to vigilance, and his body leaned forward slightly, like an owl catching the scent of prey.

"Stop!" he shouted harshly, raising his hand to signal Pettigrew not to move forward.

Pettigrew was stunned for a moment, but soon noticed something was wrong.

There was a low vibration under the floor, as if some huge monster was approaching.

Pettigrew's face was full of fear, and his voice became shrill due to nervousness.

"What... what is going on?"

Snape's face was as gloomy as iron. He did not answer directly, but spoke coldly after thinking for a while.

"McGonagall. Ha... it seems that things are much more complicated than expected."

His voice was low but full of oppression.

"Take your wand, Wormtail. This time, I'm afraid we can't escape, and we have to fight a hard battle."

Before he finished speaking, Snape pushed Pettigrew away, looked at him coldly, and then drew his wand from his waist.

The black robe raised a breeze with his movement, and the whole person was like a black eagle ready to pounce at any time.

He turned to the direction where the sound came from in the distance, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Wormtail stood there, his hands shaking, tightly grasping his wand. He swallowed hard, his voice tearing.

"I... I haven't really fought anyone since I turned back to human form... Vice Principal, McGonagall... This is too scary..."

Snape ignored Wormtail's cowardice and stared intently at the darkness in the distance.

However, in the tense silence, a low voice suddenly came from the shadows next to him.

"Leave McGonagall to me."

Snape and Wormtail turned their heads at the same time, their eyes falling in the direction of the voice.

A figure walked out of the shadows, with slow and firm steps.

It was a pale young man, with a faint tired face, but his amber-gold hair still looked dazzling in the weak light.

His expression was indifferent, but his eyes revealed a kind of inexplicable pressure.

"Draco?"

Snape's eyes widened suddenly, and his brows twisted into a knot.

His tone was full of disbelief.

"Why are you here?!"

Draco Malfoy stood still, his face paler than ever, but exuding an almost transcendent temperament.

He did not answer Snape's question, but spoke in an extremely cold tone.

"Don't waste time. Hurry up and complete your task."

His voice was calm but unquestionable.

"Dumbledore is already on his way. If you are intercepted by him, you will have no chance to complete the task."

After Draco finished speaking, he turned around and hid in the shadows again without stopping.

Snape's face was complicated, and he answered in a low voice after a moment of silence.

"I understand."

Then, he dragged the panicked Wormtail to continue moving in the direction of the target.

However, just as they turned around, Draco's voice came from the shadows again, reminding coldly.

"Remember, just stare at the direction you are going. Don't look around, especially at the walls and the ground around you - otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

As soon as the voice fell, a trembling sound came from the pipe.

Snape and Wormtail paused.

A trace of confusion flashed in Snape's eyes, but it was quickly covered up.

He nodded, without looking back, dragging the trembling Wormtail and running quickly into the depths of the corridor.

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