The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"Draco! Don't be so rude!"

Narcissa yelled at Draco.

Hearing this, Snape said slowly:

"Actually, the moment you showed up at my door, I already understood why you came. You want me to save Lucius, right?"

Draco nodded his head quickly when he heard this, his face was full of eagerness.

"But the problem is," Snape shook his head and said, "according to the information I got, wasn't he, including other people who had colluded with or cooperated with the Death Eaters, all executed?"

As soon as Snape said this, the look of anticipation on Draco's face instantly collapsed, replaced by endless despair.

Tears kept dripping from his emaciated face, and finally wet his collar.

On the other hand, Narcissa poured herself another glass of wine, drank it down again, and said with a blushing face:

"That's what the Ministry of Magic said in a circular in the Daily Prophet, which surprised me at the time. We thought we'd be able to do the same this time, and pay the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to let them Help exonerate Lucius, or save Lucius from staying in Azkaban for a few years. But I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect Link to be so ruthless. He didn't give you a chance, and he just executed everyone, right?"

Snape followed Narcissa's tone, and at the same time the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Link is indeed like this, he is a great leader, and he will never show mercy to the enemy. Most importantly, he The Ministry of Magic has been restructured, which directly makes the current Ministry of Magic firmly united to a certain extent, and also causes you to have no loopholes to exploit.

But judging from your tone, Lucius might not be dead yet? "

"It's definitely not dead!"

Narcissa said with red eyes, "There is a special magic spell within the Malfoy family, which can confirm the life status of family members. Judging from the state of the magic spell, Lucius has had a very difficult life recently, and he is even on the verge of collapse. edge. But he, indeed, is still alive."

Snape sighed, bought himself a glass of enhanced refreshing potion, sipped it, and said:

"That was Link who was torturing him, looking forward to getting more information about the remnants of the Death Eaters from him. After all, the Dark Lord is not dead yet, and the previous ambush battle between Link and Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic was only It put the Dark Lord into a near-death state, and now they must really want to take advantage of the victory to pursue... No, according to their abilities, there is a high probability that they have succeeded now!"

"You mean...the Dark Lord has been given to..."

Draco said tremblingly.

The Dark Lord was the most powerful wizard he had ever seen, bar none.

Even Dumbledore was definitely no match for the Dark Lord in his opinion.

Otherwise, how could Dumbledore sit back and watch the Dark Lord run amok?

And now, the Dark Lord was actually wiped out by Link and Dumbledore?

How strong should Link be?

Thinking of this, Draco felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body was so cold.

While listening to Draco's inquiry, Snape held his arm with a complicated expression.

That's where he was engraved with the Dark Mark.

This had been the most painful pain for Snape.

This pain is not only mental, but also physical.

Because Voldemort, who has control over the Dark Mark, can then use the Dark Mark to torture Death Eaters like them.

However, since Voldemort was ambushed by Link and Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic, the imprint has gradually stabilized, and even at the beginning of last month, the imprint was completely silent.

This is why Snape deduced that Voldemort might be dead.

But just the other day.

The Mark of the Black Demon showed signs of recovery again.

It's just that compared to the previous one, this time the Dark Demon mark is much softer.

It didn't even sting him anymore.

This is obviously extremely abnormal.

The only thing that can explain this phenomenon is that someone has taken over the control of the Dark Mark.

And this recipient is far more 'gentle' than the original Voldemort.

But how long can this 'tenderness' last?

Snape didn't know, and he didn't dare to know.

Because he understands that the secrets hidden here must be quite terrifying!

Seeing his appearance, Draco's throat twitched a few times, his face full of horror.

"Severus, we are also very sad that the Dark Lord has failed, but the most important thing now is to rescue Lucius!" Narcissa leaned over and choked up again, "I heard... I heard that you and Lucius The Foley family has a good relationship, Link Foley, no, Your Excellency Foley has always respected you, if it was you..."

As soon as these words came out, Snape's originally confused eyes became sharp again in an instant.

He interrupted Narcissa's words:

"You want me to intercede with Link and ask him to release Lucius? How can you have the illusion that I can persuade Link? Seriously, Narcissa, if you don't know much about Link, I suggest You go ask your son, let him tell you what kind of person Link is."

"I know, I know, Link Foley, he's a monster. But..."

Narcissa clutched Snape's hand and collapsed at his feet, sobbing and moaning on the floor, "Lucius is my husband... my beloved husband..."

"Mother... Mother!"

Draco was also a little out of control.

He got on the bed and wanted to help Narcissa, but in the end Narcissa pulled him into her arms and wept together.

Snape's breathing became a little short.

When he first entered Hogwarts, Lucius was already a Slytherin prefect.

Even Lucius was the first Slytherin to greet Snape and shake hands with Snape after the sorting ceremony.

Not to mention the follow-up.

Lucius had always taken good care of Snape during his school days.

It can be said that if it wasn't for Lucius, with Snape's sullen temper and mixed blood, he would definitely not be able to get along in Slytherin.

It was also after graduating from Lucius that Snape's student life gradually became worse.

James Potter and others also began to attack him unscrupulously.

So even if Snape later understood that the reason why Lucius showed him kindness was entirely because of his outstanding potion talent.

This is entirely a utilitarian investment by Lucius.

Even if Lucius performed very badly during Voldemort's downfall.

Even if he is arrogant, timid and cowardly.

Even betrayed a friend.

But Snape had always been sincerely grateful to Lucius.

Seeing Lucius' wife and son crying and suffering in front of him, Snape's eyes flashed Lucius' past appearance again.

He exhaled a long breath.

Then he grabbed Narcissa's wrist and pulled away her grip on his robe.

This move seemed to crush all of Narcissa's hopes.

Narcissa let out a cry of despair, tugging at her long golden hair.

But at this moment, Snape bent down, helped her and Draco up, and sat down on the sofa again.

He poured them some more red wine and forced the glasses into their hands.

"Okay. Drink this and listen to me."

Snape said calmly, the dim light representing Occlumency was flickering wildly in his eyes.

And Narcissa and Draco were a little calmer, drinking wine tremblingly.

"Maybe, I mean maybe," Snape said, "I might be able to help Lucius."

Naxisha sat up straight, her face was as white as paper, and her eyes were round.

"Severus! Merlin on... Severus! Are you really willing to help him?"

"I can give it a try."

After Snape finished speaking, Narcissa threw the cup away. She pulled Draco up from the sofa, then pressed him to kneel in front of Snape and said:

"Thank you so much, Severus! Quick, Draco, quick thanks!"

Draco, who was kneeling on the ground, was already choked up and unable to talk to himself. He could only keep muttering and repeating words like 'professor, professor'.

This made Snape very emotional.

He helped the mother and son up again and let them vent their excitement on the sofa.

And he himself walked slowly out of the window.

Through the semi-frosted glass, he could vaguely see the sky outside.

At the edge of the sky, the industrious summer sun has revealed its dim twilight.

This faint light shone on the gray sky, clearly reflecting the billowing smoke from the chimney not far away.

The thick smoke kept entangled and twisted in the air, and finally it seemed to form a giant face, smiling at Snape.

...

a week later.

Inside 11 Privet Drive.

Sirius awkwardly put an unspeakably shaped fried egg into the dinner plate together with a pile of burnt bacon.

Then he wiped his hands on the floral apron around his waist, trotted upstairs, and pushed open a door.

"Hey! Harry, it's time for you to get up, today is the day you return to Hogwarts."

He stared at Harry who was sleeping sprawled on the bed, and subconsciously said in a soft voice.

"Well--"

Harry let out a long groan, then opened his eyes.

There was still a faint smile on his face.

And this smile became more intense in an instant after he saw Sirius' face clearly.

"Good morning, Sirius."

he said with a smile.

Seeing this, Sirius smiled and sat beside his bed, looked at his smile and said:

'Oh! It looks like you slept well last night. '

"It's not as simple as being good!" Harry seemed to have regained his energy, and said, stretching his waist, "I dare say, it was the most comfortable sleep I've ever slept in, because, I had a dream!"

"Dream? Are you dreaming again?"

Sirius spoke aloud.

When Harry heard the words, he waved his hands again and again and said:

"No, no, you misunderstood, this time I had a good dream! Absolutely good dream! Do you know? I dreamed of a person. I couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but she gave me a very good feeling. Familiar! It's like... It's like she and I were supposed to be one. In the dream, she kept hugging me, hugging me and saying, I love you, I love you, I love you...

Her arms are so warm!

So warm, I almost didn't want to wake up!

you know what i think I think she might be my mother. "

"Lily?"

Sirius murmured and lowered his head in pain, "It's all my fault, Harry, really. If it wasn't for my arrogance, neither Lily nor James would have died, and you should have..."

"No! Don't say that, Sirius!"

Seeing this, Harry hurriedly interrupted, "The wrong person is Voldemort, and Pettigrew Peter, not you! I dare say that even without you, they would have found other means to attack me and my parents!"

"Really...really?"

Sirius spoke with some sobs.

Harry nodded firmly.

They have had this conversation countless times.

Harry even felt that Sirius might be a little mentally disturbed by the endless guilt and the prison life in Azkaban for more than ten years.

He thought for a while and added:

"Actually, I think the reason why I can dream of my mother is also because of you."

Hearing this, Sirius raised his head a little apprehensively.

This part of Harry was unprecedented in their conversation.

And Harry continued:

"This summer is the most comfortable summer I have ever spent. You can hardly imagine that when I know that Voldemort has been repelled, I don't have to live in the Dursley's house. I only need to go there every day, and at the same time, I can be with me." What was the mood of my godfather living together!

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Sirius, I think it's because I'm so comfortable here that I'm having that dream!

In other words, that dream is actually a kind of concretization of my real life! "

"Harry!"

Sirius whispered with red eyes, "This is also the happiest summer I have spent in the past twenty years. Harry, maybe you don't know it, but you are actually my pillar. Without you, honestly, I would I don't even know how to live!"

Harry's eyes were also a little moist when he heard the words, and the two hugged each other tightly.

After a long time, Sirius looked at the clock next to him as if he remembered something, and then pushed away the teary-eyed Harry with a changed expression and exclaimed:

"My God! You're going to be late! Come on Harry! Come on!"

Hearing this, Harry was also taken aback.

After a flurry of fuss, Harry finally went downstairs with his hair like a chicken coop, and rushed straight for the fireplace.

"Eh--"

Sirius yelped, thinking Harry should have some breakfast first.

But looking at the somewhat appalling fried eggs and bacon on the dinner plate, he held back the words he hadn't spoken yet.

It's just that Harry, as a child who grew up under the face of others, has long been aware of Sirius' thoughts.

He stuffed the fried eggs and bacon on the dinner plate into his mouth very smoothly, and then rushed into the fireplace, muttering while sprinkling Filoo powder:

"Sirius, I have to go first! I was thinking of getting on the Hogwarts Express and getting some sleep, maybe I can continue that dream!"

After the words were finished, Harry's figure completely disappeared with smoke and dark green flames rising.

Only Sirius was left standing in front of the fireplace with a gratified smile on his face.

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