A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 731 Extra Story · Snape

Snape and Harry stood beside a neatly trimmed hedge, not far from a very respectable manor.Behind the two were several Aurors and a dozen strikers. This number was smaller than the number of opponents known from the intelligence, but everyone present looked very relaxed.

"I really don't want to see Draco Malfoy in there," Harry whispered.

"Maybe he's not there," Snape said.

"But I've been to the hospital this morning, and his assistant said he's home," said Harry eagerly.Snape stared at him coldly, "I don't know when you have a problem of indecision."

"Oh, I think it's because I'm busy taking care of my little daughter." Harry said unhurriedly, "She's too naughty, more noisy than the other two when they were young, Ginny and I couldn't handle it." As expected , when he finished speaking, he found that Snape's face became elusive.

"Ginny and the kids are on the island," Harry added.

"I'll go," said Snape deadpan, "with presents."

Harry was still thinking about their relationship as Snape walked towards the wrought iron gate.Originally, their contact should be completely cut off after graduation, and the next few years will be as expected. They only met a few times on the floating island, but I don’t know what I was thinking at the beginning. After the third child was born, He had to choose a professor who had a bad relationship with him in school as a godfather for his youngest daughter—so that each of his three children would have a godfather.

But he did, perhaps because he encountered it while sweeping the grave.

Harry realized at that time that Snape never let go, even though he had achieved great achievements, he still stubbornly stayed at the school instead of choosing to give up his teaching position, because there were almost all the memories of his life there, no matter what Be it good or bad.

Even Hagrid would leave Glop and disappear for a month or two every summer vacation, and the principal of Beauxbaton School was also missing.But Snape was alone.According to Neville, Professor McGonagall seems to intend to match him and Emmeline Vance, but history always reincarnates. The two inherited the desire to win the Snake Court and the Lion Court, and competed in the Academy Cup in recent years. It was so bad that there was no spark at all.

Little Rosalie will start school next year.But Harry was thinking of Sirius' second child, the one who had nearly snatched the name "James."Fortunately, his and Ginny's first child was born two months early, and Sirius was so upset about it that he finally insisted on being "James"'s godfather.

Harry waved, and the Aurors and strikers took their positions.

……

At this moment, the living room of Malfoy Manor was very lively.

A group of people in black robes sat crookedly on a long table, complaining about the unfair treatment they had received over the years, their hard life and so on.The brightness in the living room was deliberately lowered, and it had the atmosphere of a Death Eater meeting in those days. The fireplace was blazing, and the place next to the fire was empty.

Lucius Malfoy sat in the first seat on the left with a stiff expression, looking at Selwen and chatting with two burly and stocky wizards.

"What, Lucius?" Selwyn shouted: "There must be fresh blood to join, otherwise it will become rotten. None of the people present are for personal interests. What we are discussing is related to the fate of all pure-blood families. Such a big event, so the more people involved the better. Isn't it, Vincent, Gregory?"

Lucius looked at his son's former best friend with a complicated expression and nodded.

Selwyn was elated.

"Let the young people see the world. Old friend, why don't you see Draco?"

"He can't come," Lucius said. "Something can't come," Selwyn repeated, so everyone could hear, and then he looked puzzled, "what's so important? Let me see—oh, yes, he's a big shot now Now, busy with work, countless people are counting on him to conquer one or two Muggle diseases, so that those non-magic scum can live as long as wizards... But some of our relatives and friends are going to rot in Azka class……"

Crabbe and Goyle's simple and honest faces suddenly burst out with hatred.

Lucius narrowed his gray eyes and said coldly, "I think you have a part to play in this, Selwyn." Come on, "Leaving aside the best hidden Snape, you, Lucius, have revealed so many secrets. Compared with the two of you, what I have done is really insignificant."

He stood up and put his body against the chair facing the fireplace, as if he was about to sit down, and everyone stared wide-eyed—that seat has been vacant for 12 years, did Selwyn intend to get his hands on it?

There were evasive, frightened glances all over the living room.

But Selwyn just stood by the chair, raised his voice, and said, "Twelve years ago, we made an agreement with Mr. Hype, thanking him for freeing us from Voldemort's slavery," he said, bowing slightly to the chair. Bowing, "Over the years, we have tried our best to reduce the sense of presence and not cause trouble, but what is the result? I have seen this kind of underestimation too much... Now is the time Unite and exert our influence! Ladies and gentlemen, there is more than one Dark Lord, but the pure-blood family will last forever!"

Lucius sensed some kind of danger signal, and quietly leaned his body against the back of the chair.

Selwyn's speech hit the sore spots of many people, and they couldn't help recalling the glory of the past. At this time, Selwyn pressed his hands down, and the crowd immediately fell silent.He smiled with satisfaction.

"The pure blood family is unattainable because we have signed one magic contract after another over a long period of time. Of course, most of them have been transferred to the Ministry of Magic now. I don't plan to come back. There are other things. A way to get rich..." He said vaguely, "But it's not a big problem to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic to get a share of the profits. I plan to talk to Kingsley..."

"Also, there's one more thing—"

"I got on line with one of the Queen's stewards, and Mr. Edwin revealed that the Queen has been talking about the court mage recently-everyone, what does this mean, I don't think I need to say more?" Selwyn glanced At this time, even Lucius' eyes were a little hot, which was a symbol of title, noble status and unique status.

But then Lucius recalled the conversation during breakfast, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his heart, he calmed down instantly.Selwyn was still giving a speech, but his mind was elsewhere. He seemed to hear faint footsteps, and his gaze turned to the heavy wooden door. He rubbed his eyes, and the bronze handle seemed to be unscrewing bit by bit.

"Click."

A gust of wind came in, and Selwyn, who was excited about talking, raised his head in astonishment. There was a figure standing at the door, and the hem of his black robe was blown by the wind just now.The man remained motionless, as if he was adapting to the dim light in the room, but everyone in the living room saw his face clearly, and immediately started talking about it.

"It turned out to be Snape!"

"Isn't he teaching at school, and researching potions..."

"I heard he took refuge with Potter."

Snape strode in, looked around, then at Selwyn.Selwyn put away his surprised eyes well, put on a smiling face and said, "Severus! I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you are someone else's godfather, haha!"

Snape was expressionless, without the slightest smile on his face.The other people in the living room didn't smile either. Their eyes moved between the two of them, and then they all looked at Lucius Malfoy. He seemed to be also surprised by Snape's arrival, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. Zhang's face illuminated by the fire turned pale.

Snape stood before Selwyn.To be precise, standing in front of the chair with its back against the fireplace.He pulled out the chair and sat down.There was a sudden silence in the living room, and some people were terrified, their mouths were slightly opened, and they made unconscious hisses.

Snape sat upright in his seat, looked at the expressions on everyone's faces, and then said, "I've brought a message."

"What is it?" Selwyn asked subconsciously.

Snape lowered his eyelids and said, "It's none of your business."

"How could it have nothing to do with me?" Selwyn exclaimed, and then he saw something on Malfoy's pale face, fear pervaded his whole body little by little, as if a drowning person kept falling, and he finally couldn't control the lead He staggered back to the chair next to him with slender legs.

"Is it an Auror outside the door, or..."

Snape made no response.

Selwyn's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he jumped up, throwing his chair over.Then he turned and ran towards the door, and several people followed Selwyn and left the long table in a panic.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to run away." Snape said in a faint voice.But Selwyn couldn't hear these words, and he rushed out of the living room first-he didn't use the fireplace, because the fireplace might be watched by people from the Ministry of Magic, he rushed out of the living room and rushed towards the back of the manor, where there was a Fountain, near the fountain can be used for people to apparate.

One of the people who followed Selwyn stopped. It was a short and fat man. He was a few steps away from the door at this moment. The expression on his face changed continuously. His mind was in a mess. According to Snape, based on the things he did, he was imprisoned for at least ten years.

Then the air in the whole living room seemed to be frozen, including the short and fat man with a desperate face at the door, the sweat on his forehead solidified on his face, and then a circle of silver light passed through his body, brushing over everyone present like a silver gauze. Alone, they immediately feel a splitting headache.

"Don't resist," said Snape's voice.

Lucius was the first to obediently give up resistance. No matter who came, whether it was an Auror or Hep, he didn't have any desire to resist. It was not something he was good at.What's more, Narcissa, Draco, and little Scorpius were there, and then he slumped on the chair, gasping for breath, as if a drowning person had surfaced from the water and breathed fresh air, and belatedly realized that his clothes had been Drenched in cold sweat.

The silver ripples spread like tides, and Lucius felt an inexplicable sense of courage in his heart, but this courage was not for resisting and fighting, but for following the owner of the silver light to fight against evil... What a strange thing, the Malfoy family does not Need that thing.

When No.14 silver ripples swept across the living room, the door was roughly pushed open from the outside, and the three Aurors propped up the shimmering magic barrier, and took away the man at the door without leaving a word from the beginning to the end.

"The one outside is... Potter?" someone asked timidly.

Before Snape could speak, the door was pushed open for the second time, and everyone took a breath after seeing the face clearly. It was Harry Potter, and he actually led the team himself.A silver physical Patronus loomed behind them, and they seemed to hear the sound of hooves.

Not seeing Draco's shadow, Harry was slightly relieved, and he said calmly: "On the order of the Minister of Magic, Selwyn, Parkinson, Nott, and Rolle are suspected of serious violations, and they will be brought back to the ministry." interrogation."

Everyone bowed their heads in awe.

I don't know how long it took, and with a "bang", the door was closed from the outside, and everyone showed the expression of the rest of their lives.

Snape said calmly: "Slytherin snakes shouldn't be crawling in the gutter, but flying in the sky. In case you don't understand—" He paused, and took out a few sheets from the pocket of his black robe parchment.

"I have prepared a material."

As he spoke, he read dryly from the parchment, as if reading a lengthy report.Although his mind was no longer here, Snape found a sense of familiarity in his trance. Many years ago, he also read a few boring reports like today, but it was in the conference room of Black's old house.

No one interrupted him.The flames in the fireplace behind him burned more vigorously, and the firewood crackled from time to time, and the splashing sparks illuminated behind him brightly.Everyone sat upright, trying to hear something useful from the report without a trace of emotional ups and downs.

For some of them, this scene is also familiar.

(End of this chapter)