[HP] This deer is not a deer

On the other hand, Hogwarts.

The bright light of early morning shone in from the corridor window of Hogwarts, and Harry walked quietly through the corridor on the second floor of the castle, which was still asleep, and it was not yet morning.It was rare for him to suddenly want to go back to Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall did not stop him for any reason.Today was Snape's trial day, but Harry wasn't worried about the outcome of the trial.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to come back and take a look, so Harry came out of the principal's office and walked downstairs slowly.

Then Harry went downstairs and walked to the door of the cellar. The cellar was very cold, even if the sun was shining outside, it couldn't affect the place. Harry walked slowly through the cold corridor and stood at the door of the dusty office.

He looked at the familiar place, his green eyes blinked quietly, slowly describing every detail here.Logically speaking, as a Gryffindor, he shouldn't be so familiar with this place.But Harry pushed the door open and walked in. Did the dusty room change since the former owner left? It seemed that someone would come to clean it regularly, and the room looked clean.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Those fluorescent specimens are still eerie and weird, and the desk that has been used to correct homework all year round is also there, as well as the two only chairs.Harry's eyes swept over the medicine cabinet next to him, he turned and walked to the shelf next to the many jars, and carefully identified the medicines. He moved slowly, and finally found what he wanted on a shelf in the corner. s things.

It was a small bottle of golden clean liquid. Harry picked up the small bottle and whispered in his palm, "This is it."

But he didn't quite understand. Harry lowered his head for a moment or two, then turned and walked out of the former potions master's office, closing the door carefully.

Once out of the cellar, Harry returned to the corridor, and he saw Dumbledore's portrait appear in the corridor portrait, he was chatting with an old man in that portrait, a hot water kettle was purring and spraying his eyes .

"Uh... Dumbledore?" Harry paused, turning to look at them.

"Harry," Dumbledore in the portrait winked at him, "did you get it?"

"Well," said Harry, "well... yes, Professor Snape's office does, but, Headmaster, what do you want me to do with Felicia?"

"I thought you might need him," Dumbledore said, blinking, smiling at Harry.

Harry hesitated for a moment, and his hand holding Felicia in his pocket tightened. He looked down at the hand that was shrunk in his pocket. Obviously, Dumbledore could see his uneasiness. Otherwise, why would he do this? Time to go back to Hogwarts?Harry couldn't deny that maybe he had come back because he was uneasy.Because he didn't quite know how to face Snape.

"Is that the answer you gave me?" Harry whispered. "You think this will help me? But this...maybe it will make me feel better? You know...you know?"

"It's up to you." Dumbledore smiled and took out a lemon candy from his pocket, "I'm just an old man who doesn't do anything, you know, I'm just a portrait now, Harry, lemon The taste of sugar is very good, do you want to try it?"

Staring at the portrait of Dumbledore, Harry smiled slowly and said, "No, next time, maybe I'll try, but now I should go to the Ministry of Magic."

"See you next time." In the portrait, Dumbledore whispered to Harry, watching Harry go further and further... His quiet eyes were full of kindness.

Harry walked slowly across the hall, pushed open the castle door and walked out, his hands tucked into his pockets, slowly feeling the coolness of the Felicia bottle.

Dumbledore what does this mean?He couldn't figure it out, maybe this bottle of Felicia could help him... help him what?The surface of the bottle was slowly warmed by the heat of his palms, and as Harry reached the edge of the Hogwarts gates, he saw Hagrid waving at him from a distance, grinning.

Harry turned and waved his hands up high, then passed the final barrier and Apparated into thin air.

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The remote Muggle streets were still deserted, and almost no one noticed that there was an extra person on the street. Harry walked into the old telephone booth, picked up the handset and dialed the number. It didn't take long before the environment he was in changed. The telephone booth opened Outside the door, there was a long and resplendent hall, with a polished dark wooden floor.

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

Scanning the entire hall, Harry didn't notice any changes in the Ministry of Magic, which made Harry's heart suddenly rise slowly. He walked over as usual, came to a smaller hall, and followed many magicians. Ministry members gathered in a crowd in front of an elevator.

Harry waited quietly, his lips were dry at this moment, and he couldn't say anything, even though people kept saying hello to Harry, he didn't seem to respond, or should he respond?Harry just couldn't remember.

He was still holding on to the Felix Felicia in his pocket, he couldn't think of anything, he was holding on to the Felix Felicia like a log, but he never took it out.

Maybe he should.

No, it's not necessary...

Harry heard two blank voices arguing in his heart, until he walked into the elevator, stopped several times along the way, until there were not many people left around him, the door of his elevator opened with a clatter, and he walked through a corridor, There was no sunlight here. In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Harry saw that the door was not fully closed, so he pushed the door and walked in.

It was still a little early, and almost everyone in the courtroom was there. Harry hardly noticed it. His first eyes fell on the man standing in the center.He was still wearing a black wizard robe as before, with all the clothes tightly buttoned, and the straight hair hanging on his shoulders blocked his cheeks.

He still looked thin, Harry only felt his heart pounding, a little uncomfortable, he took advantage of those few seconds to describe him in detail, Snape looked Still indifferent and mean, the tall hooked nose made him look so annoying.

Harry tried his best not to pay attention to them. Before the court session started, Ron in the public gallery was waving at him, and Harry walked over quietly.

"You're here, too." Harry whispered to them, his eyes swept over Hermione Granger, who was one of the recorders at the edge of the judge's bench, and then at George and Fernando, who had gathered beside him. Red.

"We're just curious to come with me to have a look." Fred whispered, "You know what? I heard that many reporters tried to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic today...Fortunately, they don't know the time of our trial."

George's eyes flicked across Harry's face, and Harry avoided their gazes, but he inadvertently looked in Snape's direction, and then Harry realized that Snape was looking at him too, and that was straight The stare fixed on him unnerved Harry, who was obviously calm...but it made Harry turn his head away quickly.

He was so tense that he couldn't breathe, and Harry didn't want to know why he cared so much.

"It's time, I'm leaving," Harry whispered to Ron, Fred, and George, and hurried to where he was supposed to be.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.On both sides of Snape were rows of gradually rising empty benches. On the top few benches, there were many dark figures looming.They had been whispering just now, and the heavy door was closed.

Snape went to the chair in the middle of the room. The armrests of the chair were chains on the left and right. He sat on the edge of the chair. The chains jingled menacingly, but they didn't bind him.

"Okay, let's start..." Kingsley, who was sitting directly above, said, "Try the suspicion that Severus Snape, who lives at No. 13 Spider's End Lane, is an important henchman of the leader of the evil organization, and give evidence again. Judgment..."

Harry listened quietly to Kingsley's statement, up to the last line, "Witness for the defense: Harry James Potter."

Harry's quiet heart suddenly tensed a little, and he controlled himself to walk parallel to Snape. He felt Snape turn his head to look at him, but Harry pretended not to care.

The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other, some seemed a little annoyed, some were curious, and quite a few were applauding Harry, which made Harry smile slightly in response.

"Well..." Kingsley didn't look very nervous, he said, "The current charge is to accuse the defendant of the following crimes: assisting the Dark Lord to kill others, controlling Hogwarts to abuse underage students ...and committing a murder, killing Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore...well, however because of the later testimony of Harry James Potter, so as above There may be no charges, but we need to reconfirm."

He saw Kingsley nodding slightly to the people next to him. A Ministry of Magic recorder cautiously ran up to them and handed a small bottle to Snape. Harry finally followed Snape's direction. It seemed that for the first time after the war, he had observed the Potions Master he hated the most up close.

Snape took the small bottle, lifted the cap calmly, and drank it down.

"So," said Kingsley, "we're now asking, well, Severus Snape, did you kill Dumbledore?"

"Yes." Snape said calmly, looking up at the dark figure above.

Those people suddenly fell into whispers... This forced Kingsley to tap the hammer to silence them, and Kingsley asked again, "Is it just like Harry James Potter proved, ah no Thy Dumbledore asked you to... kill him?"

Snape moved his lips, and the words came out forcefully, "That was his plan, and he begged me...to kill him."

The courtroom fell into a moment of silence, and Kingsley asked again, "Dumbledore asked you to get close to the Dark Lord, let you kill him, and let you lurk between the two sides. The purpose is to make you a spy, and finally to give Harry Leigh Potter help? He asked you to give Harry Potter the sword of Gryffindor?"

"Yes."

The witch with the monocle said suddenly in a loud and deep voice, "You intend to kill Harry Potter and capture him and hand him over to... the Dark Lord?"

"No." Snape's voice was slightly hoarse, and he finally frowned, as if the question made him even more reluctant to answer, but Veritaserum allowed him to continue speaking, "I hope he leaves Hogwarts , just find a place to hide, as long as he doesn't die."

"We heard that you can conjure a Patronus?"

"Yes."

Harry's nerves slowly sank into tension, and he unconsciously turned his head to look at Snape, who still looked calm and didn't even glance at him.

"Have you conjured a Patronus before?"

"can."

As soon as he finished speaking, the members of the Wizengamot on the left and right began to whisper again in twos and threes.

In fact, there was nothing controversial about this trial, Harry didn't even open his mouth to say more, and finally they asked Snape to prove it by conjuring a Patronus, so they returned the wand to Snape, and Snape waved The magic wand, a white hornless deer rushed out from the tip of the wand, quickly circled the entire field, and then quickly dissipated.

But Snape seemed unwilling to do so, and his face became more and more icy.

Harry didn't dare to look at Snape, he looked at the crowd above.They didn't seem to have much objection, because everyone could see clearly that it was a fully mature patron saint.

"That's a doe." Harry told the Wizengamot members present, and Snape moved at his words, and he looked towards Harry, but Harry still looked up.He continued to watch the entire Wizengamot above, whispering nervously.Kingsley asked everyone to make a verdict now, raised their hands one by one, and soon more than half.

This made the air in Harry's stomach flow slowly, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

Then, Kingsley asked again, "Please raise your hand if you agree with the establishment of the crime."

A few people raised their hands, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Even Kingsley cracked a smile. "No charges, then. Well, I have to go. Have a nice day, everyone."

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