HP through the autumn

Snape loved potions the most in his life. No matter how disgusting the potion ingredients were, in his eyes they were the most caring little cuties. No matter how unpleasant the potions were, they were his most beloved little treasures in his eyes.

He can pick out the eyeballs of eels without changing his expression, he can also take out the spleen of bats skillfully, and he can even extract the brains of frogs methodically.For Snape, making potions was only a little harder than breathing.

And now, this weekend before Christmas, Snape felt for the first time that the bottle of potion in front of him, which looked like mud from a black lake, was disgusting, and he looked at it with hatred, which was enough to It made all Hogwarts students tremble.

"Drink it, Severus, we have to hurry up." Beside him, a thin and emaciated man was waiting quietly for him.This man was so thin that he could hardly support the pure black robe on his body. His protruding cheekbones made him look a bit mean, but his flexible eyes and the joy in them cut down the meanness well.

Snape looked at the bottle of potion as if death was at home, as if he was doing the final psychological construction.Finally, he picked up the potion and took a swig.

The moment he swallowed, his figure began to change, he became shorter and thinner, as if shrinking.His hair began to grow longer, and the straight, greasy locks that fell to his shoulders became wavy.

Snape brushed back the long hair that fell to his shoulders in disgust, and looked at his thinner fingers.

"It's time for you to change, Severus." The man continued to urge, but there was no sign of anxiety on his face, instead he looked at Snape with interest, "Potions are really amazing. Should I switch to Snape now?" Turn around and wait for you to change?"

"Whatever you want." Snape squeezed the words out between his teeth, and began to take off the pitch-black robe on his body, and put on another robe that fit better that he had already prepared.

He changed his clothes with a livid face, took the man's outstretched arm, and the two of them spun around in place and disappeared into the room.

Diagon Alley.

Ever since the "Daily Prophet" announced that the mysterious man had returned, Diagon Alley had become sparsely populated. Occasionally, a few wizards would appear in the corner of Diagon Alley following the explosion, and hurried towards the few remaining ones. Stores that are open for business.

In front of the snow-white tower, two black figures appeared.The few wizards on the street who saw these two scrambled to Apparate away, as if they would die if they didn't leave quickly.

When the two men passed the first shiny bronze door, the goblin at the door bowed respectfully to them: "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange."

Bella and Rodolphus passed by without saying a word, as if they hadn't seen the goblins.

"I want to check in my vault." Bellatrix raised her chin and walked towards the goblin who was in charge of receiving guests behind the counter.

"Of course, Lady Lestrange." An older goblin obviously recognized Bella's looks, and he couldn't help becoming more respectful.For goblins, no matter you are a follower of You-Know-Who or a member of the Order of the Phoenix, as long as you have money, you can become their VIP.

The other goblins around were very abnormal, as if they didn't see these two distinguished guests at all, they continued to concentrate on the work in front of them, checking the authenticity of gems or gold coins.

The elder Goblin led the Lestranges through a door into a rough stone corridor, lighted by flaming torches, though shadows filled many corners of the corridor.

Bella and Rodolphs got into the trolley in silence. Perhaps affected by the quiet atmosphere, the elder elf also became extremely silent.He drove the trolley back and forth in the labyrinth-like corridors at such a high speed that the images of the torches in the corridors falling on the retina became blurred, as if there was a long dragon of fire on the wall.

They kept going underground, deeper and deeper, and the roar of some creature became louder and louder, and they were getting closer and closer to it.

The speed of the trolley began to slow down, and after a sudden brake, they stopped in the corridor.

The older goblin got out of the car and led the two wizards forward, hissing so much that the hallway trembled under his feet, the creature sensed their approach.

The goblin expertly took out some small metal utensils from the small bag that she carried, and shook them to tinkle, like wind chimes hung by children on the window.

The Lestranges followed the goblin around the corner, a huge fire dragon chained to the ground, and behind it the deepest vaults of Gringotts.If it weren't for the heavy chains on its legs that restrained its movements, the dragon would have brought Gringotts to its knees with its huge, spiked wings.

The dragon became more irritable as they approached, its roar echoed in everyone's minds, and the collision of wings and the ground made a loud noise.It opened its mouth wide, and a fiery fire seemed to burst out of its throat.

The old goblin shook the jingle piece in his hand, the loud and crisp sound was almost covered by the dragon's roar, but the dragon seemed to be frightened by the sound, it folded its wings and shrank back to the corner with all its strength .If it is not unable to spread its wings, it even wants to bury its head under the wings.

Bella looked at the dragon expressionlessly, like her silent husband, neither of them had spoken a word since they came in.

The older goblin put his hand on the vault door, and the vault door disappeared, revealing a hole.

"I'll wait for you here, Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange." The goblin bowed respectfully and waited at the door of the vault.

Bella walked into the vault, looking at the gold coins piled up to the ceiling and the furs of various strange animals scattered in the middle, and there are many strange things: "Where do we start? What exactly are we looking for? "

"I don't know either." Rodolphus said irresponsibly, "Maybe it's a gold cup, maybe it's a crown, or maybe something else."

"You don't know?" Bella's voice suddenly rose, she was almost hysterical, "We came here without knowing?"

"Don't be so excited, Severus." Rodolphus reached out his hand, as if to touch his beard, but suddenly realized that he didn't grow enough to hold it in his hand, "I can feel it."

"Then you are really destined." Bella, or Snape said sharply, anyone could see her bad mood.

Rodolphus held up his wand, carefully appreciating the treasures in the vault, leisurely as if spending time in a museum.

"Is that diadem what you're looking for?" Snape pointed to an ornate diadem beneath which was a well-preserved skull.

"No." Rodolphus shook his head, "But if I'm not mistaken, this should be St. Edward's Crown. The Muggles said it had been melted down, but I didn't expect..."

"Dumbledore!" Snape stopped his introduction of the crown, "I thought you came here to find something related to You-Know-Who, not to admire the Muggle King's Crown!"

"Yes, yes," Dumbledore blinked in Rodolphus's appearance, "I just happened to read an article about the Muggle royal family recently..."

"Isn't that the cup?" Snape pointed to a golden cup placed on the top, trying to use it to intercept Dumbledore's words.

He received no response, and Dumbledore stared intently at the delicate little gold cup that sat at the very top of the pile of gold coins, almost as high as the ceiling.

"Looks like we're lucky," said Dumbledore, "we've found our target."

He waved his wand, and the air in front of him gradually solidified, creating an upward staircase out of thin air.

Dumbledore walked up the transparent steps with ease, took out a delicate leather pouch from the pocket of his robe, directed the air to hold the gold cup and stuffed it into the pouch.

"Now we only need to imitate a gold cup."

"That's your specialty, isn't it?" Snape showed his usual sneer again, matching the unexpected harmony on Bella's face.

Dumbledore transformed a gold coin into a golden cup. The two handles were curved in the same arc, and the light reflected by the torch was exactly the same as the original golden cup.

"Okay, now we can leave." Dumbledore returned to the ground along the transparent stairs, and the goblin at the door was still waiting for them faithfully.

Once more, as they had come, they passed the dragon's domain, its growl trembling with the melodious jingle.Dumbledore took a long look at it.

"You don't want to let it go, do you?" Noticing the look in Dumbledore's eyes, Snape immediately asked vigilantly. The fact that the two of them came to Gringotts pretending to be the Lestrange couple must not be leaked. Otherwise, it will bring endless troubles.

"No," said Dumbledore softly, "free the dragon, and the goblins will go and catch another dragon."

They returned to the corridor made of stones along the original road in a small cart. There was no one there, and the return of the Death Eaters made Gringotts, which used to be crowded with people, empty.

Dumbledore stretched out his wand to the goblin who led the way: "Forget nothing."

The goblin's eyes became confused, and her docile expression became hollow.

"The Unforgivable Curse you used today is enough to send you to Azkaban, and I have to say that your Imperius Curse is exceptionally good," Snape said.

"Sometimes we always need some special means, Severus." Dumbledore erased all the goblin's memories about the two of them, and made up a false memory and put it into the goblin's mind, giving the two of them again Ignore curse cast on body.

The Lestranges entered the Great Hall of Gringotts, and none of the goblins behind the counter looked in their direction.The older goblin spontaneously walked to his place, picked up the sapphire on the table and looked at it.

"Where did you go just now? Bogorod?" A goblin beside him asked suspiciously.

"Inspect the vault." Bogrod's eyes did not leave the bright sapphire, "It's my turn to inspect today."

The goblin beside him nodded and continued to work on the matter at hand.

The author has something to say:

Looking back at what I wrote before, I was so sweet that I was so sweet

I think I'm not far away from proposing!