The card draw starts in Azkaban

"What's going on Harry, Headmaster?"

Hagrid stood next to Dumbledore and asked worriedly. If he remembered correctly, this was not the first time Harry had encountered such a situation.

"It's not a big deal, Hagrid."

Dumbledore said, he comforted Hagrid, and then added in his mind: "If Dowey Jones doesn't get involved in this matter, it really won't be a big problem."

He knew things were in trouble, and wherever there was Dowey Jones, there would be big trouble.

He's starting to have a headache about choosing Harry Potter's teacher.

There are only a few people who can teach Harry Potter Occlumency, and there are only two people at Hogwarts.

One is him and the other is Snape.

He really couldn't spare the time to deal with Harry Potter matters.

It would take a lot of time to teach Harry Occlumency.

Because he is very busy.

So this matter fell on Snape.

The problem is, now Snape has been called by the Ministry of Magic to investigate.

Even Dumbledore didn't know when the Ministry of Magic would send Snape back.

He cannot control the Ministry of Magic, but fortunately, now that Fudge has resigned, Dumbledore has great confidence in Ms. Burnsch who has taken office.

Mr. Bob went out this morning and negotiated with the centaurs.

Dumbledore also didn't want to know the outcome of Bob's negotiations with these centaurs.

He still has his own things to do.

Since there are only two Horcruxes inside the school, what about the ones outside the school?

Now he has to keep an eye on Tom on one side, and on the other side, he also has to keep an eye on Duwei, who is also the one he needs to supervise.

He can't be restrained by things inside the school, not to mention there are a lot of troubles outside that Dowey Jones has caused for other people, and some of these troubles are imminent.

Mr. Dewey Jones is really very capable.

For example, if he hangs Karkaroff, someone must take over Karkaroff's position as principal. In this matter, Dumbledore has the right to make suggestions.

The list of candidates for the principal has been sent over there.

Dumbledore needs serious observation.

Likewise, his friend, Nicolas Flamel, also delegated his powers of advice and voting to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is responsible.

There is no Lupine here, because Mr. Lupine went to find Dowey Jones, and Dumbledore was sitting next to Harry Potter, waiting for him to wake up.

Almost half an hour later, Harry opened his eyes.

The room was very dark, and Dumbledore didn't light a bonfire, but strangely, it was still steaming inside.

"Is anyone here?"

Harry shouted subconsciously, looking at the empty room, he was a little scared.

"Yes, Harry, don't be nervous."

Beside him, Dumbledore's voice came out. Harry heard Dumbledore's voice and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor, you are here."

Harry said.

"Yes, Harry, of course I'm here. If I'm not here, where should I go?"

Harry thought he could smell the scent of peppermint candies, and Mr. Dumbledore took out his "lighter". With a "click", the place lit up, revealing Mr. Dumbledore's face.

But the first thing he saw were Mr. Dumbledore's eyes.

Mr. Dumbledore's eyes are a deep blue, as if they are fine sapphires.

The bonfire here is still burning loudly, but the strange thing is that Dumbledore just used his own Deluminator to take away the light of the bonfire.

They were still at Hagrid's hunting lodge.

Dumbledore put candy into his mouth, then opened his mouth and blew out countless bubbles, filling the whole room.

This bubble is mint flavored.

"Professor, what is this?"

For a moment, Harry forgot everything he had just seen, and his brain subconsciously told him to forget the pain that his brain could not control.

This can be regarded as a kind of self-protection.

In addition, Dumbledore just used magic to make Harry forget a little bit.

Man-made second level of protection.

Under double protection, Harry Potter feels much better now.

That's why he opened his mouth and asked what the candy was.

"It's Honeydukes' new candy with special effects.

Mint flavored Chuibao Super Bubble Gum.

I think you'll like it.

Need some?"

He asked kindly. Harry thought about it carefully and decided not to come.

He didn't trust the principal's candies.

In other words, he couldn't believe the principal's skill in selecting candies.

He still remembered the time when the principal told him that he picked out a lot of pepper-flavored and booger-flavored candies.

Harry half-lyed up.

At this time, Harry covered his forehead with some effort. He felt as if his brain was hurting and he seemed to have forgotten something.

Dumbledore kindly helped him remember something.

"That's right."

Dumbledore tapped Harry's head gently with his wand, and Harry felt an unbearable pain that broke his heart.

Under such pain, Harry soon remembered something.

"You connected to other people's brains, Harry, that's why you are in so much pain. I need you to learn Occlumency."

Dumbledore said again, and this time, Harry finally did not refuse.

He began to hesitate.

After all, he couldn't bear even the little pain just now, and he didn't realize that after the first pain, Snape also secretly sealed a memory of his.

Now, secondary damage appears.

Harry finally stopped being stubborn.

He felt the pain.

But, the students got it done.

Where is the teacher?

The teacher is still in the Ministry of Magic!

Ministry of Magic, Snape sat on the chair of the Ministry of Magic with an extremely ugly face. He was not treated as a prisoner. He sat on the staff chair. This was the office of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, not even a courtroom.

Opposite him were three officers from the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic.

These three operators all looked a little embarrassed and looked at each other.

Except for one veteran who was Snape's junior student—when Snape was in fifth grade, he was considered a first-year junior student. The rest were all Snape's students.

These are young people who have recently entered the Ministry of Magic.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The Ministry of Magic in England is just that big. There are a large number of Hogwarts graduates every year - it is said to be a large number, but in fact it is only a few at that time, or at most a few hundred.

Well, maybe not hundreds, just over a hundred.

One year, there were a total of seventeen people graduating from the four houses of Hogwarts.

Yes, that's right, seventeen people, seventeen students from four colleges, almost all of them have entered the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, it is understandable that the Ministry of Magic becomes the "Hogwarts Employment Office".

Now the four people were sitting together. It was obvious that they were here to ask Snape, but Snape sat there with an impatient look on his face. The other three people were fidgeting instead. Snape was here, and it didn't look like he was being asked.

The interrogator seemed to be one person, surrounding the three people in front of him. He was teaching the three people in front of him a lesson.

Taking a sip of the coffee in front of him, Snape said coldly: "So, gentlemen, do you plan to ask me to sit here and drink coffee, drink coffee, drink coffee?

Don't you have any questions for me?

If not, please ask me to go back, okay?

I still have some things to do at Hogwarts, and I still have to teach.

I'm not in the mood to play silly trivia games with you here."

The oldest operator licked his lips nervously, coughed slightly, and cleared his throat.

Although he was a little rude, he still dared to speak. The other two Hogwarts officers, both of whom graduated from Slytherin, were under great pressure and sweating profusely when facing their dean.

"I'm sorry, Professor, uh, we're just asking a few questions, just a few questions. Please don't be angry."

With a smile on his face, he picked up the document at hand and said, "Well, that's it, Mr. Severus Snape, do you know Dowey Jones?"

Snape said indifferently: "Yes."

"Uh, please be specific, when did you meet?"

"When I was lurking beside the Dark Lord and spying for Dumbledore."

Snape continued to remain expressionless.

"So, uh, I mean, after he escaped from prison, did he come to see you?"

The man continued to follow the script and asked timidly. As he asked, he carefully looked at Snape's face. Snape still had a calm expression.

"No"

"Then did you provide any support, uh, no, professor, did you give him any extra help? Whether it was information or money?"

the operator asked.

Snape put his hands on his knees and grabbed his robes.

His face remained calm and calm.

However, it was obvious that his actions were not as relaxed as his face at all.

"No."

He said in a long tone.

"Then what he said, thank you for your funding, is there anything you need to defend?"

The operators were even more careful. They even held their breath, fearing that Professor Snape in front of them would be angry.

Snape took a deep breath.

He stared at the people in front of him and spoke slowly.

"No."

The few people in front of them were frightened. They knew that whenever Professor Snape showed this expression, he was about to get angry, but they had no way to escape from their responsibilities.

Looking at the last few questions above, they still bite the bullet: "But according to our investigation, Professor Snape, although you and Dowey Jones are not students in the same class, you have many common friends. You can

Circle all your mutual friends and tell us?

We need assistance with the investigation."

Hearing this, Snape looked at them coldly.

"You're wasting your time with me, aren't you?"

Snape was a little anxious.

Because I am anxious, I am angry.

Soon, it will be a full moon night again, which means that he needs to boil the potion at this time and distribute the potion to the damn Lupin and Lucius Malfoy.

If he continues to be distracted here, then Malfoy may have some problems.

No one would hope that one day after Lucius Malfoy commits suicide, a werewolf would run out of Malfoy Manor. If this happened, not only would problems arise in the Malfoy family, but he would also be involved.

Damn Dewey Jones.

At this moment, poor Mr. Snape wanted to cut Dowey Jones into pieces.

It's a pity that he couldn't do everything he imagined. Not only could he not do it, but what was even more unfortunate was that Dowey Jones knew everything he suffered today.