A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Snape and Harry were standing by the well-manicured hedge, not far from a very respectable manor. Behind the two were several Aurors and more than a dozen hitters. This number was smaller than the number of opponents learned from the intelligence, but everyone present seemed very relaxed.

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

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

"But I went to the hospital this morning and his assistant said he was home," said Harry eagerly. Snape stared at him coldly. "I don't know when you got an indecision."

"Oh, I think it's because I'm busy taking care of my little girl," Harry said calmly. "She's so naughty, she's more rambunctious than the other two, and Ginny and I can'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 the relationship between the two as Snape walked towards the cast iron gate. Originally, their connection should have been completely cut off after graduation. In the next few years, as expected, they have only seen a few times on the floating island, but I don't know what I thought in my mind at the beginning. After the third child was born, He had to choose a professor for his youngest daughter with whom he had a bad relationship at school as a godfather—so that each of his three children would have a godfather.

But he did, perhaps because he came across it while sweeping graves.

Harry realized then that Snape never let go, even though he had achieved greatness, he still stubbornly stayed at the school instead of giving up teaching, because there was almost all of his life memories there, no matter what. Is it good or bad.

Even Hagrid would leave Grapp every summer and disappear for a month or two, as was the headmaster of Beauxbatons. But Snape had been alone. According to Neville, Professor McGonagall seems to be interested in matching him and Emmeline Vance, but history is always in reincarnation. The two inherited the desire to win in the Snake House and the Lion House, and competed in the Academy Cup in recent years. Terrible, no sparks at all.

Little Rosalie is going to school next year. But Harry was thinking of Sirius' second child, the one who nearly stole the name "James". Fortunately, his and Ginny's first child was born two months earlier, and Sirius was brooding about it, and finally insisted on being the godfather of "James".

Harry waved, and the Aurors and Strikers took their places.

...

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

A group of people in black robes sat crookedly at the long table, complaining about the unfair treatment they had received over the years, the hard life, and so on. The brightness in the living room was deliberately turned down, and it had the atmosphere of a Death Eater meeting back then. The fireplace was burning brightly, and the place next to the fire was empty.

Lucius Malfoy sat in the first position on the left with a stiff expression, watching Selwyn on the opposite side chatting with two burly, short, large 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 gain. We are discussing the fate of all pure blood families. It's such a big thing, so the more people the better. Isn't it, Vincent, Gregory?"

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

Selwyn was so proud of it.

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

"He can't come," said Lucius. "Something can't come," Selwyn repeated, so everyone could hear, and then he looked puzzled, "what's so important? Let me think—oh, yes, he's a big deal now. Now, busy with business, and countless people are counting on him to conquer another Muggle disease or two, so that the non-magical scum can live as long as a wizard... but some of us relatives and friends are dying in Azka class……"

The simple and honest faces of Crabbe and Goyle suddenly burst into the light of hatred.

Lucius narrowed his gray eyes and said coldly, "I think you have a credit for this, Selwyn." "Oh, stop talking," Selwyn countered immediately, clearly prepared. Come, "Let's not talk about the best hidden Snape, just you, Lucius, have revealed how many secrets. Compared with the two of you, what I did is really insignificant."

He stood up, leaning against the chair with his back to the fireplace, as if he was about to sit down, and everyone's eyes widened—that seat had been vacant for twelve years, did Selwyn want to get his hands on it?

The living room was full of dodging, terrified eyes.

But Selwyn just stood by the chair, raised his voice and said, "Twelve years ago, we made an agreement with Mr. Hepp to thank him for freeing us from Voldemort's slavery," he said, bowing slightly toward the chair. A bow, "In these years, we have been trying to reduce our sense of existence as much as possible and not cause trouble, but what is the result? I have been seen by a group of unknown people as a marginal person in the magic world. I have seen this kind of underestimation... It's time to unite and use our influence! Guys, there is more than one Dark Lord, but the pureblood family lives on!"

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

Selwyn's speech hit the sore spot of many people, and he couldn't help recalling the glory of the past. At this time, Selwyn pressed his hands down, and the crowd immediately quieted down. He smiled contentedly.

"The reason why the pure blood family is unattainable is because we have signed one magic contract after another over a long period of time. Of course, most of them are now transferred to the Ministry of Magic. I do not plan to come back, there are other The way to get rich..." He said vaguely: "But it's not a big problem to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic for a piece of the pie. I'm going to talk to Kingsley..."

"Besides, there's something else—"

"I got on the line with one of the Queen's housekeepers, and Mr. Edwin revealed that the Queen has been talking about court mages lately - what does that mean, I guess I don't need to say more?" Selwyn glanced at it. Circle, even Lucius' eyes were a little hot at this time, which was a symbol of nobility, nobility and unique status.

But then Lucius recalled the conversation during breakfast, and he calmed down instantly as if he had been splashed with cold water. Selwyn was still giving a speech, but his mind was elsewhere. He seemed to hear faint footsteps, turned his eyes to the heavy wooden door, rubbed his eyes, and the bronze handle seemed to be unscrewed little by little.

"Click."

A gust of wind came in, and Selwyn raised his head in astonishment when he talked about his excitement. There was a figure standing at the door, and the hem of the black robe was lifted by the wind just now. The man was motionless and seemed to be adapting to the dim light in the room, but everyone in the living room could see the face clearly, and there was a lot of discussion.

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

Snape was expressionless, without the slightest smile on his face. The others in the living room didn't smile either. Their eyes moved between the two, and then they all looked at Lucius Malfoy. He seemed to be equally 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 exact, standing in front of the chair with its back against the fireplace. He pulled out a chair and sat down. The living room was suddenly silent, and some people were frightened, their mouths opened slightly, and they made an unconscious hissing sound.

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

"What?" 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 cried, and then he saw something in Malfoy's pale face, a little bit of fear soaking through his body, as if a drowning man kept falling, and he finally couldn't control the lead. Like legs, he stumbled back into the chair next to him.

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

Snape didn't respond.

Selwyn stared wide-eyed, his lips trembled, and he jumped to his feet, overturning the chair. Then he turned and ran towards the door, and a few people followed Selwyn hurriedly away from the long table.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to run away," Snape said in a faint voice. But Selwyn couldn't hear the words, he rushed out of the living room first - he did not use the fireplace, because the fireplace might be watched by someone from the Ministry of Magic, he rushed out of the living room towards the back of the manor, where there was a Fountains, where people can Apparate near the fountains.

One of the people who followed Selwyn stopped. It was a short and fat man. At this moment, he was a few steps away from the door. The expression on his face changed repeatedly. For Snape's words, for what he did, he was imprisoned for at least ten years.

Then the air in the entire living room seemed to freeze, including the squat man at the door with a desperate face, 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. One person, they immediately felt a splitting headache.

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

Lucius was the first to obediently give up resistance. No matter who came, Auror or Hep, he had no desire to resist. That was not something he was good at. Besides, there were Narcissa, Draco, and little Scorpius, and then he surfaced like a drowning man, breathing in the fresh air, slumped on the chair, gasping for breath, only to realize later that his clothes had been covered in. Drenched in cold sweat.

The silver ripples spread like a tidal wave, and Lucius felt an inexplicable courage in his heart, but this courage was not used to resist and fight, but to follow the master of Yinmang to fight against evil... It's a strange thing, the Malfoy family does not Need that stuff.

When the fourteenth wave of silver ripples swept across the living room, the door was roughly pushed open from the outside, and the three Aurors propped up the shimmering magical barrier and took away the man at the door without leaving a word from beginning to end.

"It's... Potter outside?" 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 himself led the team. A silver entity Patronus was looming 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 of the law and will be brought back to the Ministry. interrogation."

Everyone bowed their heads in awe.

After an unknown amount of time, with a "bang", the door was closed from the outside, and everyone showed expressions of the rest of their lives.

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

"I have prepared a material."

Then he read dryly through the parchment, as if he were reading a long report. Although his mind was no longer here, Snape found a familiar feeling in his trance. Years ago, he had read a few boring reports like today, but it was in the conference room of Black's old house.

No one interrupted him. The fire in the fireplace behind him grew stronger, the wood crackling from time to time, and the sparks illuminating him brightly behind him. Everyone sat with their heads held tight, trying to hear something useful in the report without the slightest emotional upheaval.

For some of them, the scene was also familiar.