A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Snape!" Amelia stopped him urgently, with an unquestionable command in her voice: "Peter Pettigrew must be handed over to us for trial."

"Judgment?"

Before Snape could say anything, Black shouted, "Then why didn't anyone judge me back then?" His voice was full of sarcasm.

"No?" Amelia looked at Percy confused, hoping to get an answer from her secretary. Miss Percy approached quickly and reported the situation in a low voice.

In Godric's Hollow that year, Hagrid witnessed Black appearing outside Potter's former residence. Coupled with Peter's "last words" heard by others, everyone mistakenly believed that Black was Voldemort's spy and accomplice.

Blake's fiery and arrogant temper pushed him to the opposite side of everyone. As a result, he was sent to Azkaban without trial.

Amelia rubbed her temples, it was really an embarrassing situation: "Didn't the Ministry of Magic establish an appeals mechanism for Azkaban three years ago? Has it never been implemented?"

Miss Percy looked embarrassed. Facing the minister's stern gaze, she had to respond: "It was indeed established. It was a decision jointly made by the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot.

In the resolution, Azkaban will establish an independent prisoner rights committee, with the purpose of expediting the hearing of prisoner appeals and releasing those who are proven innocent. "

"Huh? Is there such a thing?" Black knocked on the table hard and sneered: "In all my years in Azkaban, I have never heard of the Roush Child Rights Committee.

He paused and continued: "Of course, life and treatment have improved in recent years, but I have never received any information about the appeal."

Amelia already had the answer in her mind. Obviously, this resolution only stayed on the document, and Azkaban selectively implemented the resolution plan.

She turned to Sirius and asked, "Mr. Black, what are your plans now?"

"Repay my innocence! Restore my honor!" Sirius' eyes became firm. He looked at Harry, considered for a moment and said slowly: "I am Harry's godfather and have custody rights. I hope... if I can If so, Harry, would you like to live with me..."

"I do..." Harry replied impatiently. He had long since no longer wanted to live with the Dursleys.

However, his words were interrupted by Dumbledore's firm voice: "I disagree!"

All eyes turned to the Headmaster, confused as to why he was stopping Harry from living with Black.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and concluded simply and firmly: "Harry must live there, at least until his eighteenth birthday."

"Why?" Black's voice was full of anger and confusion. He stared at the old man in front of him and said emotionally: "I went to see Harry before the summer vacation, and he was abused by two Muggles there. You know him? What kind of life are you living?"

"This matter is non-negotiable." Dumbledore shook his head firmly, without giving a specific reason.

He turned to Harry and softened his tone: "Believe me, Harry, there's a reason for this."

"Headmaster, I..." Harry wanted to retort, but under Dumbledore's serious gaze, he could only lower his head and reluctantly agreed.

He hated the Dursleys and had no desire to live there anymore. Even the Weasley family's Burrow was warmer than the Dursleys'.

Thinking about this year's summer vacation, Harry felt uncomfortable all over. He imagined that dark room, and his uncle wouldn't even let the light go. He could only cover himself with a quilt, secretly let the wand shine, read and write papers...

"Perhaps, I can run away from home like last summer vacation." Harry thought to himself and felt that this was what he should do.

No one in the room realized that Peter Pettigrew had been eavesdropping on their conversation. Especially after hearing Dumbledore's command-like suggestions, he felt that there must be an important reason behind it.

"Eighteen years old? Harry's Muggle relative?" Peter was lying on the floor, his little eyes rolling around.

He was keenly aware that this was definitely important information. He can use it to make the other Death Eaters in Azkaban let him go. He turned slightly to look at the pale Snape, and then immediately pretended to be frightened and frightened.

"I'm a mouse, who cares about me?" Peter hypnotized himself, "The Ministry of Magic should arrest me quickly! Since Black can turn into a dog and escape, so can I!"

Amelia coughed slightly, drawing everyone's attention to herself. She said: "The lack of trial that year was the direct cause of Mr. Black's injustice. In addition to restoring your reputation and regaining your freedom, do you have any other requests from the Ministry of Magic?"

Blake pointed at Peter and said firmly: "I demand his execution! Use the executioner's knife to chop off his head!"

Amelia felt a little more relaxed and replied with a hint of regret: "I'm sorry, the Ministry of Magic has abolished the death penalty."

Seeing Blake's unhappy expression, she immediately added: "However, the Ministry of Magic will strip him of all honors and put him on trial. He will be imprisoned in the lowest level of Azkaban, with the Dementors, forever!"

"Forever?" Rogge read the flag set by the minister, but he didn't think Azkaban could trap Peter for a long time.

Moreover, the loyalty of the Dementors has always been unknown. The relationship between this group of monsters and the Ministry of Magic is that of collaborators, not loyal servants. When someone offers a higher price, they will definitely choose to defect.

Things ended peacefully like this. Although it was a bit anticlimactic, this was exactly the effect Amelia wanted. If Malfoy's group were allowed to participate, this meeting would definitely be led in an uncontrollable direction.

Putting aside other things, the Weasley family, which is considered a shame by purebloods, will at least be charged with harboring. In this way, dismissal from public office and fines can be regarded as extrajudicial mercy. As for Black, the Ministry of Magic did not hold him accountable as an illegal animagus and prison escapee.

Sirius took the document from Miss Percy and signed his name on it casually. Percy's eyes twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, don't you even read the content?

She couldn't help but look at Rogge. They were also members of the Holy Pureblood Family. Why were there such big differences in their lives? At that time, the Ministry of Magic spent a lot of money to solve the problem of the Travis family.

"Oh, this is the generosity of the Black family." Miss Percy smiled sweetly, but secretly cursed: "It's such a stupid generosity."

The minister's eyes swept over everyone present, Dumbledore, Lupin, Sirius, and the Weasley family. It seems that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​about to be reborn from the ashes.

"Headmaster, regarding the trial of Peter Pettigrew, can the Wizengamot convene as soon as possible?" Amelia asked.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "Of course, he will be judged fairly."

The door opened in a calm and friendly atmosphere, and Malfoy and others who were guarding outside were a little disappointed. When they heard that Peter was going to be tried in the Wizengamot, some wizards who had been Death Eaters secretly gritted their teeth.

"Damn it, it was because of this traitor that the master fell into a trap."

"Azkaban? I promise, he will die miserably in there!"

In the midst of the false conversation, Snape turned around and left dully. Roger quickly followed and returned to Hogwarts through the fireplace.

Snape was holding on to the pillar as something seemed to come out of his body. But he endured it and swallowed it. His face was pale, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Teacher?" Roger handed over a glass of water and smelled the smell of blood in the air.

"Did you know it from the beginning?" he asked.

"I..." Rogge was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to explain.

Snape waved his hands, seeming really heartbroken. He held on to the wall and walked toward the dungeon step by step. Suddenly, a feeling of weakness came over him, Snape's vision went dark, his steps faltered, and he fell to the ground.

"Teacher, teacher!" Rogge rushed up to help him and found that his skin was extremely hot.

Snape lay in the school hospital for a full month and a half. He forgot about the cauldron and the classroom and the dig at Harry Potter.

Outside the window, the snow in the distant mountains melted, and the trees in the Scottish Highlands were lush. Birds chirped from time to time, and Rogge changed the flower arrangement on the table several times, but he still didn't have the energy to pay attention to it.

He quietly looked through the herbal medicine book in his hand, and sometimes listened to Mrs. Pince telling him some interesting things about the library and other places. Even when he heard the news that Harry Potter was severely punished by his opponents on the court, he seemed indifferent.

Durmstrang's Quidditch team, which had a professional player, was so strong that Hogwarts failed two games in a row. The Beauxbatons team in France is also very strong, and Hogwarts can only win at home.

Despite this, the Hogwarts team ranked second in the league with a record of 3 losses and 11 wins, and successfully advanced to the finals. Their opponent was Durmstrang, who defeated them twice and maintained a winning record throughout the season.

The two sides will compete for the minor league championship at the Quidditch World Cup before the start of school. The winner will have the honor of playing an exhibition match against the last World Cup champion.

This news greatly encouraged the teachers and students of Hogwarts. Under Dumbledore's leadership, the school finally returned to the top ten in international rankings after many years.

However, Rita Skeeter made an unabashed satire on this in the newspaper: Hogwarts can only use Quidditch results to cover up Dumbledore's teaching failures.

On April Fool's Day, Snape saw the news of Peter Pettigrew's death in Azkaban. The newspaper said that in order to avenge their master, the Death Eaters in Azkaban forced Peter to turn into a mouse and then trampled it to death.

The death was extremely cruel, with only the rat head and a pile of black and red rotten flesh left on the ground. Although the Aurors confirmed that the body's front paws were mutilated, many people, including Snape, suspected that this might be Peter's deception.

Black protested to the Ministry of Magic and even stormed into the Minister's office and insulted the officials and Aurors, calling them brainless pigs.

He succeeded in offending most of the people in the Ministry of Magic, and eventually ended up being knocked unconscious by the Minister, thrown into the street, and banned from entering.

"Today's class is still about healing potions?" Daphne sat in the potions classroom, flipping through the potion formula in her hand.

Rogge sighed, put his arms on the table, supported his head and said, "I don't know."

Madam Pomfrey's potions teaching style was very different from Snape's. She preferred to teach healing potions. Although she was very gentle when teaching and patient with easily nervous students like Neville, the students always felt that something was missing from the class.

Tread...tap...

As familiar footsteps sounded, the students looked back and saw Snape walking into the classroom wearing his iconic black cloak.

"Mrs. Pomfrey told me about her teaching plan and progress. Because there are no textbooks, you need to copy the recipes by hand." He walked in with a rush, as if he had never been sick.

He looked around and saw the different expressions on the students' faces: either happy, disgusted, or scared, it was very exciting.

He turned a blind eye and continued: "That's good, she made me realize that some students are so stupid that they can't remember what the recipe is without the book." There was always bitter sarcasm in his words.

"Seamus, close your textbook." His black eyes stared at the other person, and Seamus quietly put his hand under the table.

His eyes glanced straight at Harry Potter, not even lingering for a second. This made Harry feel a little disappointed, because he found that being ignored by Snape was not something that made him happy.

During this period, he lived very happily and wrote to his godfather Blake almost every day. As if to compensate, Black gave him all the things he liked, including Firebolts, Quidditch boutique sets and "The Seeker's Tactics Guide"... He made an agreement with Sirius to live with him during the summer vacation.

With Snape being hospitalized during this time, Harry no longer had to endure his sarcasm at school. Harry felt that Hogwarts was as beautiful as heaven at this moment.

However, when Snape's footsteps came from the corridor, Harry felt that his good days were over.

He originally thought that Snape would find ways to ridicule and ridicule him, venting all his resentment towards his father James on himself. But to Harry's surprise, Snape ignored him.

This feeling made Harry feel very awkward and uncomfortable. He raised his head and peeked, and saw that Snape was writing the name of the potion on the blackboard, completely unaware of him.

"Put away the textbooks and notes." Snape ordered. He tapped on the blackboard and continued, "I want to know if your poor little minds still remember what you have learned. Or will you just follow it? Use the textbook to brew the potion."

"Tell the truth." He looked at Roger and praised him without hesitation: "As my student, Roger Travis is extremely outstanding. There is no need for him to waste time here."

"But he still stayed focused and cooperated with the professor's classroom teaching. Not long ago, he used his spare time to make breakthrough progress in solving the problem of the blood curse."

"Blood curse?" Everyone looked at Rogge in unison, as if they wanted to know whether it was true or not. Some people have never even heard of the blood curse.

"For you, that kind of problem is too high-end, and you will never even come into contact with it in your lifetime. Of course, it is best not to come into contact with it. Because for you, the only contact you may have is to be cursed." Snape said in a low voice , attracting everyone's attention, "Now, configure the potions listed on the blackboard."

The students looked at the blackboard, which contained the potion recipes they had learned. Especially the latter two were taught by Madam Pomfrey this month.

Roger knew that Snape's tests were never simple repetitions. Instead, these magic potions are used to test the students' mastery of knowledge and application ability.

"If I see someone flipping through a book again, his Potions grade this school year will be T." Snape hung the cloak on the hanger, and then asked: "Can it be said that you can't even do the most basic thing of placing a cauldron?" forget?"

Only then did everyone react and quickly started taking action. There are a total of 12 potions on the blackboard, the earliest one is even the potion for treating boils learned in the first grade.

“Dried nettles, slugs, porcupine quills…”

The students began to get busy, but most of them had frequent crucible troubles, and even forgot to add certain ingredients like Neville did back then. Some people's crucibles were burned through, and some violently reacted potions exploded on the spot.

Snape's face grew darker and darker, and he began to wonder whether he should throw all these students back into their first years. Fortunately, Rogge finished one after another smoothly and quickly, which made his face look slightly better.

"What an idiot, how much moonstone powder did you use? You remembered to add it, didn't you remember the amount?" Snape cursed.

"Damn it, you overstirred it! Didn't you see that the color of the solution has turned black?" he growled at another student.

…

"Oh, bone spirit?" Snape sneered at a student's work, "It seems you are not as stupid as I thought. You know how to configure the most recent ones first. Don't forget to save your funnel-like brain. formula.

The quality of this potion is really bad. I have never seen such a disgusting potion. If your bones were broken, I would pour it all into your mouth! "

Snape's criticism was as sharp as ever, as if the anger accumulated over the past few days had been vented all at once.

Except for Roger, everyone in the classroom was severely scolded by him. Even Hermione was scolded to tears because of the placement of ingredients.

"Oh, you must not say that I teach Potions." Snape said coldly.

He placed Rogge's twelve bottles of magic potion neatly on the table, and the afterglow behind him hit the glass bottles, shining with colorful light.

"Are you just scribes? Without books and notes, your brains will shrink to the size of soybeans?" He pointed at the potion on the table and said sarcastically: "In the same time, why can you only make foot-washing water?"

Only a few students completed one or two potions, and most students just left a table full of garbage. Even if Hermione remembered most of the potion recipe, she would only be able to complete it half the time.

Because there are no ready-made materials here, they need to wash, cut, weigh... and do everything independently.

Snape's figure became darker and more profound in the backlight, like a tall shadow that made the students forget to breathe. The fear of the first Potions class swept over me again like a tide.

The dungeon had become warm and cheerful during Madam Pomfrey's time, but now it had returned to its original appearance: harsh and merciless.

"This school year's exams, Potions class will be about practical operations." Snape glanced at everyone and said in a faint tone: "Same as today, you will have one afternoon to prepare the potions you have learned."

He walked off the stage and added: "If someone can't even prepare a potion, I'll tell him to go and be with next year's freshmen."

"Roger, stay." He glanced around the classroom, and the students fled like rabbits. Daphne, who had been looking forward to the dean's return, also sincerely felt that the dean was too scary.

"Can the formula to solve the werewolf virus be announced?" Snape looked at Rogge, his eyes were very kind, and his tone sounded like a discussion.

Rogge looked at him and asked, "Teacher, how did you know?"

"Humph, Black was mocking me in the letter." Snape didn't say much, but judging from his expression, the content of the letter was not very friendly.

"Will it be opposed by the magic world?" Rogge hesitated slightly, "After all, the main ingredient requires the use of werewolf brains."

"No." Snape's tone was very firm, "Werewolves are aliens in the magical world. No one expects them to live."

"Dumbledore has crossed the bottom line of the wizarding world by allowing Lupine to teach. Without Wolfsbane potion and your antidote potion, he would not be able to hold the post of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I have two formulas here." Rogge nodded and handed them to Snape.

Although the first recipe was exquisite, it only slightly surprised Snape. However, the modified second recipe and its operating techniques can maximize the effects of the raw materials, thereby obtaining an excess amount of magic potion.

"A very clever method!" Snape blurted out, then regretted it. He quickly made up for it: "Roger, what I mean is that this method of configuring potions is groundbreaking..."

"Ahem, as long as you understand what I mean." Snape handed back the second formula and said, "If you don't mind, I will announce the formula to solve the werewolf virus to the magical world."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to steal your potion research results..."

"Teacher, I understand." Rogge shook his head and looked at Snape with a serious expression, "A tube of potion requires a wolf brain. Once the formula is announced, all werewolves will regard you as an enemy, and your reputation... …”

"Reputation?" Snape was silent for a while and then said: "Since I left school after graduation, I don't care about the so-called reputation. Of course, I don't deserve it either."

"If possible..." Snape's lips trembled slightly as he requested, "The improved formula can be published by you in a few months."

"Teacher!" Rogge's heart couldn't help but tremble. Snape's doing this completely became a stepping stone for him.

Snape announced the wolfsbane solution formula first, and many people must have criticized him verbally. After all, the werewolf brain is a variant of the human brain. Using living people as raw materials for potions is bound to break the bottom line of many wizards.

Even if the wizarding society does not regard werewolves as members of the same race, will other intelligent groups become wary of wizards? They even suspected that wizards would one day use them as experimental materials.

At that time, when I announced the improved formula. In the eyes of others, with Snape as a foil, he would become a life-saving hero.

In this way, no matter how harshly Snape was scolded, the magical world would praise him highly.

"Teacher, I don't need honor." Rogge shook his head and forced the improved formula to Snape.

"If possible, can you give me the unicorn fur?" He said with a smile, "I haven't been sleeping well recently, and I want to try it as a blanket."

Before Snape could refuse, Rogge turned and left the classroom. Snape held the formula in his hand, and for the first time, the paper felt heavier than steel.

He looked at Rogge's leaving back, his heart filled with complicated emotions. Although unicorn fur is precious, the formula in his hand is of greater significance.

It could save itself some reputation and let the wizarding world understand that this was about saving, not killing.

I fell asleep on the chair while writing

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