The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"Draco! Don't be so rude!"

Narcissa growled softly at Draco.

Hearing this, Snape said slowly:

"Actually, the moment you appeared at my door, I already understood your purpose. You want me to save Lucius, right?"

Draco nodded quickly when he heard the words, his face full of earnestness.

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

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

Tears kept dripping down his thin face, eventually wetting his collar.

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

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

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

Snape followed Narcissa's tone, while the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Link is indeed like this, he is a great leader, and he will not show mercy at all in the face of the enemy. The most important thing is that he The restructuring of the Ministry of Magic has directly brought the current Ministry of Magic firmly together to a certain extent, and it has also caused you to have no loopholes to exploit.

But according to 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 that can confirm the life status of the family members. Judging from the status of the magic spell, Lucius has been having a hard time recently, even to the point of collapse. The edge. But he, indeed, is still alive."

Snape sighed, took a sip of a boosted version of the refreshing potion for himself, and said:

"That's Link torturing him, expecting more information about the Death Eater remnants from him. After all, the Dark Lord is not dead, and the previous ambush between Link and Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic was only The Dark Lord was brought to a near-death state, and now they must be eager to pursue the victory... No, according to their abilities, there is a high probability that they have succeeded now!"

"You mean...the Dark Lord has been given by them..."

Draco said shaking.

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 in the country?

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

How powerful should Link be?

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

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

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

This was Snape's most unforgettable pain.

The pain is not only mental, but also physical.

Because Voldemort, who has the control of the Dark Mark, can immediately torture them, the Death Eaters, through the Black Mark.

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

That's why Snape deduced that Voldemort might be dead.

But just a few days ago.

The Dark Mark is showing signs of recovery.

It's just that compared to the previous time, the mark of the black devil this time is much softer.

Not even stinging 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 Black Demon 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 wriggled a few times, his face full of fear.

"Severus, we are also very sad that the Dark Lord has failed, but the most important thing now is to save Lucius!" The Leigh family has a good relationship, Link Foley, no, Lord Foley has always respected you, if it were you…”

As soon as these words came out, Snape's eyes that were still a little confused instantly became sharp again.

He interrupted Narcissa and said:

"You want me to intercede with Link and tell 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 Go ask your son and let him tell you what kind of person Link is."

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

Narcissa grabbed Snape's hand and collapsed at his feet, sobbing and whimpering on the floor, "Lucius is my husband...my favorite husband..."

"Mother...Mother!"

Draco was also a little out of control.

He pushed up to help Narcissa, but in the end she was pulled into his arms and wept together.

Snape's breathing became a little short.

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

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

Not to mention later.

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

It can be said that if it weren't for Lucius, Snape's stuffy temperament and mixed blood would definitely not survive in Slytherin.

It was also after Lucius graduated that Snape's student life gradually deteriorated.

James Potter and others also began to attack him recklessly.

So even if Snape later understood that Lucius's kindness towards him was entirely due to his display of an extraordinary talent for potions.

This is a purely utilitarian investment by Lucius.

Even Lucius was terrible during the fall of Voldemort.

Even if he is arrogant, timid and cowardly.

Even betrayed a friend.

But Snape had always been sincerely grateful to Lucius.

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

He let out a long breath.

Then he grabbed Narcissa's wrist and pulled her hand away from his robe.

The move seemed to dash all Narcissa's hopes.

Narcissa gave a desperate cry, pulling at her long blond hair.

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

Poured them some more red wine and shoved 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.

On the other hand, Narcissa and Draco calmed down a little, drank tremblingly.

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

Narcissus sat up straight, his face was as white as paper, and his eyes were round.

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

"I can give it a try."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Narcissa threw the cup away. She pulled Draco 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 choked up and couldn't talk to himself at the moment, and he could only keep muttering and repeating words like 'professor, professor' in his mouth.

This made Snape very emotional.

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

And he himself walked slowly out the window.

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

At the edge of the horizon, the industrious summer sun has shown its dim shimmer.

This shimmer of light shone on the gray sky, clearly reflecting the thick smoke spewing from the chimney not far away.

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

…

a week later.

Inside 11 Privet Road.

Sirius clumsily put an indescribable omelette on the plate along with a pile of anxious 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, it's your return to Hogwarts today."

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

"Well-"

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

There was still a faint smile on his face.

And this smile instantly became more intense after he saw Sirius' face clearly.

"Good morning, Sirius."

he said with a smile.

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

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

"It's not as simple as it is!" Harry seemed to be refreshed and stretched out, "I dare say, it was the most comfortable sleep I've ever had in my life, because, I had a dream!"

"Dream? Are you dreaming again?"

Sirius said loudly.

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

"No no no, you misunderstood, this time I had a good dream! Absolutely a good dream! You know? I dreamed of a person, I can't see what that person looks like, but she makes me feel very good Familiar! It's like... like me and she were supposed to be one. In the dream, she held me all the time, hugged me and said, I love you, I love you, I love you...

Her arms are so warm!

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

Do you know what I was thinking? I think she might be my mother. "

"Lily?"

Sirius whispered, bowing his head in pain, "It's all my fault, Harry, really. If it wasn't for my arrogance, Lily and James wouldn't have died, and you should have..."

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

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

"Really...really?"

Sirius said in a choked voice.

Harry nodded firmly.

They have had this conversation countless times.

Harry even thought that Sirius might be a little insane tormented by the endless guilt and the ten years of prison life in Azkaban.

He thought about it and added:

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

Hearing that, Sirius raised his head a little nervously.

This part of Harry was unprecedented in their conversation.

And Harry continued:

"This summer has been the most comfortable summer I've ever had. You can't imagine that when I knew that Voldemort had been beaten back, I didn't need to live at Dursley's, I just needed to go there every day, and at the same time, I could stay with me. What is the mood of the godfather living together!

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

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

"Harry!"

Sirius murmured with red eyes, UU reading www. uukanshu. com "It's also been the happiest summer I've had in nearly two decades. You may not know it yet, Harry, but you're my mainstay. Seriously, I don't even know how I'd be able to live without you. Go down!"

Harry's eyes were a little wet when he heard the words, and the two hugged tightly.

After a long time, Sirius looked at the clock beside his eyes as if he had remembered something, and then his expression changed greatly and he pushed away the tearful Harry and exclaimed:

"God! You're going to be late! Hurry up Harry! Hurry up!"

Hearing this, Harry was also taken aback.

After a bit of fuss, Harry finally came downstairs with his chicken coop-like hair on his head and rushed straight towards the fireplace.

"Eh-"

Sirius let out a cry, thinking of letting Harry have some breakfast first.

But looking at the appalling omelettes and bacon on the dinner plate, he held back his unspoken words.

It's just that Harry, as a child who grew up under other people's faces, has long been aware of Sirius's thoughts.

He shoved the fried eggs and bacon from the dinner plate into his mouth very smoothly, and then quickly rushed into the fireplace, muttering while sprinkling Felu powder:

"Sirius, I have to go first! I'm still thinking of going to the Hogwarts Express to get some sleep, maybe I can continue that dream!"

When the words fell, Harry's figure completely disappeared as smoke and faint green flames rose.

Only Sirius was still standing in front of the fireplace, smiling reassuringly. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!