93- Feeling Targeted

"Great! Snape is not ready to steal the Philosopher's Stone yet!" After Snape walked away, Harry was excited.

Daphne: "?!"

Her eyes widened with anger and shock.

She felt that it was really difficult to communicate effectively with someone like Potter - if Potter didn't see Professor Snape, it meant that Professor Snape had gone to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and if Potter saw Professor Snape, it meant that he was not ready to steal the Philosopher's Stone. So Professor Snape must be a villain no matter what?!

She felt herself getting angry again.

"Can you please stop being unreasonable!" Daphne didn't want to play house with these two kids anymore. She just wanted to go to the school hospital wing to check on Rhys's condition.

She thought it was ridiculous that Rhys was poisoned by the potion she had prepared. The probability of Dumbledore choking on a mint candy and entering St. Mungo's was greater than this!

There must be some hidden secret, and she wants to find out.

Seeing that Daphne seemed about to leave, Harry quickly ran up to her and blocked her way - if she left, he and Ron wouldn't even be able to get past Fluffy.

"Wait a minute, Daphne, please believe me!" Harry said earnestly, "I am very sure that Voldemort is planning to get the Philosopher's Stone. I must enter that room. I can't watch him take the Philosopher's Stone away from me."

"Daphne, if the Philosopher's Stone falls into Voldemort's hands, he will definitely make a comeback. By then, all the prosperity of Hogwarts and even the entire wizarding world will be destroyed. Voldemort and his lackeys will raze the school to the ground, or turn it into a school dedicated to teaching dark magic. In the process, countless people will die - if you want to survive, you must kneel down for him and become his servants and dogs! If I fail, I will just be killed by him. If I didn't stop him, wouldn't I be killed by him? I'll just die a little later than now, because I will never go to him. Voldemort killed my parents! Can you understand this hatred? I must go through that trapdoor. I will bear any responsibility alone!"

Daphne couldn't help but be moved. Harry's words really touched her and made her rationality waver a little.

The last bit of her rationality drove her to ask, "What if you get the Philosopher's Stone, but that person intercepts you and steals it? It is now under the protection of Professor Dumbledore and is very safe."

"Then I will guard the last level of the checkpoint. Voldemort will have to step over my body if he wants to get the Philosopher's Stone." Harry said in a decisive tone.

Harry's determined look successfully convinced Daphne, and she felt that she should help Harry - since he had made up his mind, she should not waste his awareness.

"Daphne, you don't have to get involved. I only ask you to do me two favors: First, lend me this bottle of potion - if it's hard to explain to Rhys, I can offer a price for it. My parents left me a large sum of money, ten times or a hundred times the market price. Second, when Professor Dumbledore comes back tomorrow, please tell him that Ron and I entered the third-floor corridor room. Please, just these two things. Do these two things for me, and I can repay you with anything in the future!"

Daphne pursed her lips, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she gave her answer.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I can't do either of those things."

Harry's eyes dimmed, but they regained their brilliance the next second because Daphne said -

"This potion needs to be used by a professional, so I can't lend it to you. Let me do it myself. As for tipping off Dumbledore, I can't do it because I have to cross the trapdoor with you - we Slytherins can't let you Gryffindor students show off all the time, can we? If we don't show some real skills, we will appear to be villains."

"Daphne, you..." Harry felt as if his throat was choked by something. He didn't expect that Daphne would actually be willing to run under the trapdoor with him to guard the Philosopher's Stone.

'There are still good people in Slytherin House!

For example, Daphne, Rhys, and... uh, I can't think of it, but there must be good people!'

"Let's go." Daphne urged.

"Walk!"

The three of them went all the way up to the corridor on the fourth floor.

...

When they arrived at the door on the right side of the third-floor corridor, the three little one's expressions changed at the same time - the tightly closed door now opened a crack.

Seeing the half-open door, they clearly realized what was about to happen to them, and even Daphne was now convinced that someone was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"Well, see," Harry glanced at Daphne and whispered, "Snape, well, ehm, I mean the one who coveted the Philosopher's Stone has successfully passed Fluffy...."

After receiving a glare from Daphne, Harry chose to change his tone.

"Move aside, stay away from me." Daphne pushed the two little boys who were in the way aside, and then opened the crystal bottle left by Rhys.

Driven by magic, the sleeping potion prepared by Rhys floated in through the crack of the door. Fluffy's breathing behind the door gradually became long and steady, and he soon fell asleep.

After waiting for a few seconds, until all the remaining potion in the room was inhaled by Fluffy, Daphne opened the door. Behind the door, Fluffy, the three-headed dog, was sleeping soundly, with a harp at his feet.

"It looks like Fluffy's weakness is music." Harry walked to Fluffy's feet and with some effort moved the big dog's paw aside, revealing the trapdoor that it had been guarding for a school year.

The trapdoor opened to reveal a hole. Harry looked down through the hole. It was pitch dark and he couldn't see clearly what was going on at the bottom.

Harry directly supported the edge of the hole with his hands. Watching his movements, Daphne had a bad feeling: Was he going to jump in directly?

"Hey, wait--"

Harry jumped down before Daphne could finish her sentence.

Daphne felt a little suffocated: What if it was very deep down there or there was a trap at the bottom?

Harry would be dead!

She didn't dare to delay, and cast a levitation magic on herself and floated down along the cave entrance.

As she slowly fell, Daphne was on high alert. Her energy was not in vain. About four or five seconds later, there was a swishing sound in the air, and several crossbow arrows with cold light shot towards her from all angles. Daphne waved her wand and used a protective spell to deflect them all.

"Sure enough, there is a trap." Daphne narrowed her eyes, and now she began to worry about what would have happened to Harry - did he get smashed into a mess, or shot into a sieve by a crossbow arrow?

As a result, when she landed, Daphne was shocked: not only was there no trap on the ground, but there was a soft thing on the ground to cushion the shock for the person who jumped down!

Harry was standing on the mass, jumping around and looking completely unharmed.

"Is it because Harry's fall was so fast that the crossbow trap on the wall was not triggered?" She suddenly realized something.

She got shot at because she descended slowly by the levitation spell..?

Daphne felt as if she was being targeted - the trap here only targets experts?!

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A/n: Let's see what traps Rhys has created for Daphne!

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