The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

"Draco! Don't be so rude!"

Narcissa growled at Draco.

Upon hearing this, Snape said slowly:

"Actually, the moment you showed up at my door, I already understood your purpose. You want me to save Lucius, right?"

Draco nodded quickly when he heard this, his face full of earnestness.

"But the problem is," Snape shook his head and said, "According to the information I got, weren't he, including others who had colluded or cooperated with the Death Eaters, all executed?"

As soon as Snape said this, the look of anticipation on Draco's face instantly collapsed, replaced by endless despair.

Tears continued to drip from his skinny face, eventually wetting his collar.

Narcissa on the side poured herself another glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and then said with a blushing face:

"This is what the Ministry of Magic said in the notice published in the Daily Prophet. It shocked me at the time. We originally thought that this time we could spend some money to bribe the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to let them do what they did before. Help exonerate Lucius, or save Lucius from staying in Azkaban for a few years. But I didn’t expect..."

"I didn't expect Link to be so ruthless. He didn't leave you any chance and just executed everyone, right?"

Snape followed Narcissa's tone and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Link is indeed like this. He is a great leader and will never show mercy to his enemies. The most important thing is that he The Ministry of Magic has been restructured, which directly unites the current Ministry of Magic to a certain extent, and also leaves you with no loopholes to exploit.

But from your tone, Lucius might not be dead yet? "

"He's definitely not dead!"

Narcissa said with red eyes, "There is a special curse within the Malfoy family that can confirm the life status of family members. Judging from the status of the curse, Lucius has been having a hard time recently, and is even about to collapse. On the edge. But he is indeed still alive."

Snape sighed, got himself an enhanced version of the refreshing potion, took a sip, and said:

"That's Link interrogating him, hoping to get more information about the remnants of the Death Eaters from him. After all, the Dark Lord is not dead yet, and the previous ambush battle between Link and Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic was just It drove the Dark Lord into a near-death state, and now they must want to take advantage of the victory and pursue it... No, according to their abilities, there is a high probability that they have succeeded now!"

"You mean...the Dark Lord has been given to them..."

Draco said shakily.

The Dark Lord was the most powerful wizard he had ever seen, bar none.

Even in his opinion, even Dumbledore was definitely no match for the Dark Lord.

Otherwise, why would Dumbledore sit back and watch the Dark Lord rampage across the country?

And now, the Dark Lord has been destroyed by Link and Dumbledore?

So how strong should Link be?

When he thought of this, Draco felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was so cold.

Listening to Draco's inquiry, Snape held his arm with a complicated expression.

That's where he was engraved with the Mark of the Dark One.

This was Snape's most unforgettable pain.

This pain is not only mental but also physical.

Because Voldemort, who had control of the Dark Mark, could then use the Dark Mark to inflict torture on them, the Death Eaters.

However, the mark has gradually stabilized since Voldemort was ambushed by Link and Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic. Even at the beginning of last month, the mark was completely silent.

This is why Snape concluded that Voldemort might be dead.

But just the other day.

The Dark Mark is showing signs of revival again.

But compared to before, the mark of the black devil this time was much softer.

It didn't even sting him anymore.

This is obviously extremely abnormal.

The only thing that can explain this phenomenon is that someone has taken over the control of the Dark Mark.

And this recipient is far more 'gentle' than the original Voldemort.

But how long can this 'gentleness' last?

Snape didn't know, and he didn't dare to know.

Because he understood that the secret hidden inside must be quite terrifying!

Seeing his appearance, Draco's throat squirmed a few times, his face full of fear.

"Severus, we are very sad that the Dark Lord failed, but the most important thing now is to rescue Lucius!" Narcissa came over again and choked, "I heard...I heard that you were with The relationship between the Foley family is good, Link Foley, no, Mr. Foley has always respected you, if it were you..."

As soon as these words came out, Snape's eyes, which were still a little confused, suddenly became sharp again.

He interrupted Narcissa and said:

"You want me to intercede with Link and ask him to release Lucius? How can you have the illusion that I can persuade Link? Seriously, Narcissa, if you don't know much about Link, I suggest Go ask your son and let him tell you what kind of person Link is."

"I know, I know, Link Foley, he is a devil. But..."

Narcissa clutched Snape's hand and collapsed at his feet, sobbing on the floor and wailing, "Lucius is my husband...my favorite husband..."

"Mother... Mother!"

Draco was also a little out of control.

He got on the bed and tried to help Narcissa up, but in the end she was pulled into his arms, crying together.

Snape's breathing became a little rapid.

When he first entered Hogwarts, Lucius was already a prefect in Slytherin.

Even the first Slytherin to greet Snape and shake hands with him after the Sorting Ceremony was Lucius.

Not to mention the follow-up.

Lucius had always taken great care of Snape during his time at school.

It can be said that if it weren't for Lucius, Snape would never have been able to survive in Slytherin based on Snape's dull temperament and mixed blood.

It was also after graduating from Lucius that Snape's student life gradually became worse.

James Potter and others also began to attack him unscrupulously.

Therefore, even if Snape later understood that Lucius showed kindness to him, it was entirely because of his extraordinary talent in potions.

This is entirely a utilitarian investment by Lucius.

Even though Lucius behaved very badly during Voldemort's fall.

Even if he is arrogant, timid and cowardly.

Even betrayed friends.

But Snape has always been sincerely grateful to Lucius.

Seeing Lucius's wife and son crying in pain in front of him, Snape's eyes flashed back to Lucius' past appearance.

He exhaled a long breath.

Then he grabbed Narcissa's wrist and pulled her hand away from his robe.

This move seemed to completely defeat all Narcissa's hopes.

Narcissa screamed in despair, tugging at her long golden hair.

At this moment, Snape bent down, helped her and Draco up, and sat down on the sofa again.

He poured them some more red wine and forced the glasses into their hands.

"Okay. Drink this and listen to me."

Snape said calmly, the dim light representing Occlumency flashing crazily in his eyes.

Narcissa and Draco, on the other hand, calmed down slightly and drank wine tremblingly.

"Maybe, and I mean maybe," said Snape, "I might be able to help Lucius."

Narcissa sat up straight, her face as white as paper, and her eyes widened.

"Severus! My Lord Merlin...Severus! Are you really willing to help him?"

"I can give it a try."

After Snape finished speaking, Narcissa threw away the cup. She pulled Draco up from the sofa, then pressed him and knelt in front of Snape and said:

"Thank you so much, Severus! Come on, Draco, say thank you!"

Draco, who was kneeling on the ground, was choked with sobs and could not speak to himself. He could only keep mumbling and repeating words like "Professor, Professor" in his mouth.

This made Snape very emotional.

He helped the mother and son up again and let them vent their excitement on the sofa.

As for himself, he slowly walked to the window.

Through the semi-frosted glass, he could vaguely see the sky outside.

At the edge of the sky, the hard-working sun in summer has revealed its dim light.

This faint light illuminated the gray sky, making the billowing smoke from the chimney not far away clearly visible.

The thick smoke continued to entangle and twist in the air, and finally seemed to form a giant face, smiling at Snape.

……

A week later.

Inside No. 11 Privet Drive.

Sirius clumsily placed a piece of indescribably shaped omelette onto a dinner plate along with a pile of burnt bacon.

Then he wiped his hands on the floral apron around his waist, trotted upstairs, and opened a door.

"Hey! Harry, it's time for you to get up. Today is your day to return to Hogwarts."

He stared at Harry, who was sleeping sprawled out on the bed, and spoke in a soft voice subconsciously.

"Well--"

Harry let out a long groan and then opened his eyes.

There was still a faint smile on his face.

And this smile instantly became stronger after he saw Sirius's face clearly.

"Good morning, Sirius."

he said with a smile.

Seeing this, Sirius also smiled and sat beside his bed, looked at his smile and said:

'oh!It looks like you slept well last night. '

"It's not just as simple as being good!" Harry seemed to be energized and stretched and said, "I dare say that was the most comfortable sleep I have ever had in my life, because I had a dream!"

"Dream? Are you dreaming again?"

Sirius said loudly.

When Harry heard this, he waved his hands and said:

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. What I had this time was a good dream! Absolutely a good dream! Do you know? I dreamed of a person. I couldn't see what that person looked like clearly, but she gave me a very good feeling. Familiar! It’s like... it’s like she and I were originally one. In the dream, she kept hugging me, hugging me and saying, I love you, I love you, I love you...

Her embrace is so warm!

It's so warm, I almost don't want to wake up!

You know what I think?I think she might be my mother. "

"Lily?"

Sirius murmured and lowered his head in pain, "It's all my fault, Harry, really. If it weren't for my arrogance, neither Lily nor James would have died, and you should have too..."

"No! Don't say that, Sirius!"

Seeing this, Harry hurriedly interrupted, "The wrong people are Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew, not you! I dare say that even without you, they would have found other means to attack me and my parents!"

"Really...really?"

Sirius said with some choking.

Harry nodded firmly.

They have had this conversation countless times.

Harry even felt that Sirius might have gone insane due to the endless guilt and the torture of more than ten years in Azkaban.

He thought about it and added:

"Actually, I think the reason why I can dream about my mother is because of you."

Hearing this, Sirius raised his head with some anxiety.

This part of Harry's conversation was unprecedented in their conversation.

Harry continued:

"This summer is the most comfortable summer I have ever spent. You can't even imagine it. When I know that Voldemort has been defeated, I don't need to live in the Dursleys' house. I only need to go there every day, and at the same time I can be with you." How did your godfather feel when you lived together!

Sirius, I think it’s because I feel so comfortable here that I had that dream!

In other words, that dream is actually a manifestation of my real life! "

"Harry!"

Sirius's eyes were red as he murmured, "This is also the happiest summer I've had in the past 20 years. Harry, maybe you don't know it yet, but you are actually my pillar of support. Without you, to be honest, I wouldn't be able to live without you." I don’t know how I’m going to survive!”

Harry's eyes were a little moist after hearing this, and the two hugged each other tightly.

After a long time, Sirius looked at the clock beside him as if he remembered something, then his expression changed drastically, he pushed away the tearful Harry and exclaimed:

"Oh my god! You're almost late! Hurry up Harry! Hurry up!"

Harry was also shocked when he heard this.

After a while of scrambling, Harry finally went downstairs with hair like a chicken coop and rushed straight towards the fireplace.

"Eh--"

Sirius called out, originally thinking of letting Harry eat some breakfast first.

But looking at the appalling fried eggs and bacon on the dinner plate, he suppressed the words he had not spoken yet.

It's just that Harry, as a child who grew up under the looks of others, had long been aware of Sirius's thoughts.

He stuffed the fried eggs and bacon from the dinner plate into his mouth very smoothly, and then quickly rushed into the fireplace, sprinkling the flax powder and muttering:

"Sirius, I have to go first! I was still thinking of going to the Hogwarts Express and sleeping again. Maybe I could continue that dream!"

As soon as he finished speaking, smoke and green flames rose, and Harry's figure completely disappeared.

Sirius was left standing in front of the fireplace with a pleased smile on his face.