[HP] bad romance

Chapter 14

"Are you sure you want to go to the Ministry of Magic?" Ron asked Hermione after class.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," said Hermione briskly.

"Okay," said Ron, "but which department do you want to be in? I'm sure it would be boring if you were in my dad's department."

Harry walked up to them, "Come on, what are you talking about?"

"Future career intentions," said Ron.

"We—" Before Harry could finish speaking, he stopped suddenly, and he saw the people from the Ministry of Magic appearing in Hogwarts again, and the prosecutor led the Auror to the corridor on the other side from their eyes.

"Look! What are they doing here?" Ron yelled.

"I don't know, go and have a look." They walked over, they were talking to Professor McGonagall, and they were recording some things.

It wasn't long before Harry walked up to them.

"Hello, Harry!"

"Hello," said Harry politely, "what's the matter?"

"Something happened." Professor McGonagall frowned, and said in a low voice, "Diagon Alley is actually at the entrance of Knockback Alley...a wizard died, and there are traces of black magic."

"...was attacked by a dark wizard from Knocking Alley?!" Harry was startled and questioned.

"I don't know for the time being," the prosecutor interjected into their conversation, "Can't you tell me about this?" He was a little dissatisfied with McGonagall for telling Harry about it.

"We won't tell," said Harry. "Well, you got a clue?"

"A little bit." Auror didn't want to reveal too much, smiled friendly at Harry, and nodded at Ron, "Both of you want to join Aurors in the future, right! Enthusiasm is good, but Now, it's up to us to do those things."

Harry nodded indiscriminately, and he led Ron and Hermione away at McGonagall's signal.

"What did you say they found at Hogwarts?" Ron was curious.

"Who knows?" said Harry casually. "They don't want to reveal anyway, and I don't think they want us to know too much."

"It wasn't reported in the newspaper." Ron said mysteriously.

"They blocked the news?" Harry asked quietly.

"No one at Hogwarts is suspicious," Hermione thought. "Maybe their next target is here?"

"Come on." Ron vetoed, "Who doesn't know that Hogwarts won after the war? No one dares to attack here again!"

Hermione looked puzzled.

"Maybe we'll find out after a while," Harry concluded. "They're pretty sure they aren't? And that's not what we should be busy with."

"You're right." Hermione pulled her thoughts back from the Ministry of Magic, and she was tense again, about her future.

Their last final exam was over last week.

Immediately after, various entry assessments and job application applications followed. Hermione began to mutter about what she had read in the book, and kept reminding Ron, who was rolling his eyes, and Harry, who was also scratching his head.

They ushered in graduation.

In a blink of an eye, Friday came, and Hogwarts ushered in the desertedness at the end of the term.

The summer sun outside was scorching too much, but Hogwarts was empty.

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The castle was so quiet that one could hear the leaves being blown through the windows.

Before Snape could meet his beloved boy next time, the sixth grade classroom had already been cleared.

The exam is also over.

Snape had sent away all the Slytherin students, and the empty Hogwarts was rare and clean, including the dormitory where the seniors used to live.

Harry Potter left Hogwarts, including the senior Slytherins.

The silence made Snape look a little more relaxed, and even though he was still in trouble, it wasn't a big surprise to Snape.

Maybe Harry's enthusiasm was driving him delirious.

Let him be completely defeated in the last meeting, and give up all the original plans.Snape was staring down at the potion book which he had meticulously annotated, the letters on it were almost glued together, but Snape was wondering at the same time, maybe he could tell the boy—

This decision made Snape vaguely uneasy.

Tell Harry, his wish?No, Snape vetoed it, at least not yet.

The cellar had been tidied up. Snape stood up and went to the Herb Garden to find Professor Sprout. A few days ago, Professor Sprout told Snape that the herbs in the garden were about to ripen.

However, before Snape could walk out of the office door, there was a heavy knock on the door—'Bang! ''boom! '!

"Come in." Snape said coldly, frowning.

The door was opened, and the moment he saw who was coming, Snape spat out, "I thought I'd warned you, there's nothing I can do to help you—"

"But this time we're not here to ask for 'help'." The Auror who walked up to Snape had brown hair and was about 40 years old.

He looked a little thin, uttered the word emphatically, stared at Snape and said, "No one disappeared from Azkaban, except you."

"I never appeared in Azkaban, let alone disappear," Snape said.

Yet the balding brunette looked at Snape and sneered, "The only one so lucky to have escaped Azkaban, you Death Eaters, your 'masters' - you know it well!"

"Harry Potter's evidence is enough to keep me at Hogwarts," Snape was tired of bringing up these things, "or have you found any suspicious evidence?"

The brown-haired man laughed, and held up a piece of parchment neatly, "This is the list I got! Just to catch your whereabouts, you always go in and out of Diagon Alley on Saturdays, our people have found you Disappeared near the mouth of Knockturn Alley...and, on Saturday night, the only one who left Hogwarts—you!"

"Are you setting up surveillance at Hogwarts?" Snape said coldly, "You have no right to hide from prying eyes. I will tell Minerva about it."

"Don't worry, we've got permission," he said, approaching Snape triumphantly. "Things are just as I've guessed—tell me, where were you on Saturday night? What did you do?—or with some Who is meeting!"

Snape looked at him incredulously, with a smirk on his face.

"What reason should I have to explain your stupid suspicions?" Snape whispered softly, "You found me at the scene of the crime? Evidence? No evidence. Do you want to arrest me? Then the Ministry of Magic probably Tomorrow it will be on the headlines, the reporters will be flocking to it, and your bosses are going to have to figure out how to explain the deaths in Diagon Alley, after all—you have no idea why."

They were silent for a while, the brunette blushing, annoyed by the scornful sarcasm, turning livid, then blue.

"Very good, very good." He said bluntly, and took two steps back, "I thought I could let you cooperate a little bit, so that I might feel sorry for you, and give you some points considering that you are still carrying the title of war hero. Forgiveness, fine, it looks like you don't want to—"

After he finished speaking, he walked quickly to the door and pulled it away suddenly—he suddenly stopped, and there was a person standing outside the door. Professor McGonagall's hand that was going to knock on the door was still in mid-air, and the door she was suddenly opened Startled, "Jim!"

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." The other party said bluntly, "See you next time!"

Snape ignored them, just sat back on the chair thoughtfully, after a long while, he flicked the parchment on the table with his fingers.

Professor McGonagall, who stood in front of the door and watched the other party leave, turned her head. She walked in with a slightly serious expression, and Snape nodded to her.

"Severus," said Professor McGonagall, "sorry, Severus, I didn't tell you they were watching you."

Snape looked up at him, Professor McGonagall was a little guilty, she opened her mouth, and asked again, "Severus, where did you go at midnight on Saturday? I didn't suspect you, but you went out too badly." when!"

"Personal matter." Snape replied curtly, "Are they monitoring Hogwarts now?"

"Of course not," McGonagall said angrily, "their reasonable request has served its purpose! I won't let them in and out of here at will again. I know you won't do the bad things they say, but maybe you should tell us... where did you go?"

Snape didn't answer directly, but said, "I haven't been to Diagon Alley, they can find this out through the magic net."

"I received a letter from Kingsley, and he said that the suspicion of the Aurors seems reasonable, but he will try to keep an eye on them." Professor McGonagall's tension relaxed slightly, and she said loosely, "Maybe it's because of Jim! Kingsley said - he hates you."

Snape noticed the message without showing any emotion, which didn't seem surprising.

"Jim once participated in the pursuit of Death Eaters. He was caught by Death Eaters. He broke a leg and was locked up and tortured for a long time. After he was rescued, he kept saying that you were a Death Eater. , but no one believed him because of Dumbledore's guarantee," McGonagall said.

"I don't have much recollection of him." Snape paused, "...maybe it's just someone who was of no use to the Dark Lord, and never showed up after being locked up."

"He still doesn't believe you're innocent," said Professor McGonagall.

Snape ignored the identity of the Vengeance Seeker, and instead asked McGonagall, "Have they checked Azkaban?"

"The Aurors found nothing unusual."

"Find time to take a look." Snape said calmly.

Mag nodded, "I'll go back and talk to Kingsley, if I can, I'll go with you. Fortunately, the students have already gone back the day before yesterday! We have enough time to investigate these things."

The next day, Snape received Professor McGonagall's waiting, but her expression was a bit ugly.

Beside her was Jim, who triumphantly produced a search warrant.

Snape acted calmly, watching Jim lead his men through his personal belongings.Snape only paused slightly when the Auror dug out a small bag of candy.

They didn't find anything strange, except for potion bottles and specimens that had been jumbled up.

"I thought you had a collection of black magic." Jim said to him coldly when he walked out of the room.

"Unfortunately not," Snape said.

But Jim still showed a pleasant smile. He shook the other card in his hand, the arrest warrant, "Unfortunately, I can still ask you to come with us to the Ministry of Magic. I hope you don't run away. If you want, I have a reason to catch you on the spot."

Professor McGonagall was a little angry, "Wait, this is unreasonable! I'll write to Kingsley!"

"Severus Snape has enough suspicions. He left Hogwarts at an inappropriate time! What did he do?" Jim lowered his head and approached McGonagall threateningly, "Don't think Kings Len will cover you so no one will catch him! You shouldn't trust a Death Eater!"

McGonagall turned pale with anger, Snape slightly blocked Jim with his hand, he was quite calm and emotionless, "You can ask here now, I don't have enough reasons to insist on going with you."

Jim stared at him, Snape was unwavering, ruthless.

"So you don't admit it?" Jim threatened angrily, "That person died in an innocent struggle, and he was under the Imperius Curse. We saw from his memory that the figure of the Death Eater, Azkaban did not Nobody is out, they're fighting for something that will bring people back to life!—"

"Resurrection?" Snape said.

"Of course," Jim's tearing voice sounded like a scream, "Tom Riddle's grave has been turned over!"

McGonagall opened her mouth wide in fright, and the Aurors following Jim were also nervous, and none of them looked right at Snape.It was like looking at who he used to be.

The most trusted Death Eater under the Dark Lord, scrutinized with fear.

Snape seemed oblivious to those gazes, his dark eyes were thoughtful.

"You didn't explain where you went when you disappeared every Saturday night, and, according to the tips we received, you often appear in Knockback Alley, don't think that no one recognizes you!" Jim's fear was temporarily suppressed , his eyes flashed with vengeance, "You should enjoy the taste of the most terrible prison until we find all the evidence—"

"I'm not putting on a disguise." Snape interrupted coldly, "All grown-up wizards are welcome in Knockdown Alley."

"Yeah," Jim said with a sneer, "but the wizards who go in are not good people. How many normal and friendly wizards have you seen who like to hang out in places like that?"

"Like the Aurors," said Snape, "they're scurrying around like rats once in a while, but there's so little you can find—"

Jim's face became ferocious, "You still don't admit it!——"

"Some savior, for example," continued Snape, "who, as far as I know, visited in his early years—"

"Sir." Jim interrupted Snape again, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly, "No matter what you say, you can't clear yourself of the suspicion. If we don't find someone more suspicious than you within this week Prisoner, tomorrow we can issue a formal notice of arrest and you will have a good week, or longer, in our makeshift prison."

Snape stared at him coldly.

"If the criminal doesn't commit any more crimes after you are caught." Jim smiled ferociously, "That means maybe I'm right."

"Then I wish you luck." Snape responded grimly.

Jim straightened his body, but he didn't really arrest Snape on the spot.

And Snape was unwavering, knowing that Jim didn't have enough evidence.They confronted each other in silence for a few minutes, and Jim, whose face changed several times, took two steps back, finally showing anger, he passed Snape and McGonagall, and slammed the door, followed by the other Aurors.

"It's unreasonable!" Mag was so angry that he only said this sentence.

Snape didn't show much concern about the matter, he and McGonagall exchanged a few words.McGonagall could only nod worriedly, and left Snape's office.Snape still did not reveal too much emotion, he finished the previous work as usual, went to find Sprout, and then continued to cook the rest.

Hours passed.

In the cellar, Snape checked his wand with clear and clean palms.The ticking of the wall clock reminded the time at this time, 6:23 pm.At this moment Snape didn't feel much hunger, and he didn't have the desire to eat.But he came out of the cellar, past the hall door, and met Hagrid on the way, who grinned and waved at him.

He passed the gates of Hogwarts, murmured the name of the place he was going to, and Apparated.

The author has something to say: Note: The name of the cannon fodder is randomly made up by the author