The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 207 The Invisible Black Hand [12]

"What's the matter with Harry, Headmaster?"

Hagrid stood beside Dumbledore and asked anxiously, if he remembered correctly, this was not the first time Harry had encountered such a situation.

"No big deal, Hagrid."

Dumbledore said, he comforted Hagrid, and then added something in his heart: "If Duvi Jones has not been involved in this matter, it is indeed not a big problem."

He knew things were in trouble, and wherever there was Duvi Jones, there was going to be big trouble.

He's starting to have a headache. 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 was him, the other was Snape.

He just couldn't find time to deal with Harry Potter matters.

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

Because he is very busy.

So this matter fell to 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 can't control the Ministry of Magic, but fortunately, now that Fudge has resigned, Dumbledore has great confidence in the new Ms. Burns.

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

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

He still has his own business to do.

Since there are only two Horcruxes inside the school, what about the ones outside the school?
He now has to keep an eye on Tom on the one hand, and on the other hand, Du Wei, who is also the one he needs to supervise.

He couldn't be restrained by the things in the school, not to mention that there were a lot of troubles that Duvi Jones caused for the others outside, and some of these troubles were imminent.

Mr. Dewey Jones, it is too much trouble.

For example, if he hanged Karkaroff, someone must replace Karkaroff as headmaster. Dumbledore has the right to make suggestions on this matter.

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

Dumbledore needs to be watched carefully.

Likewise, his friend, Nicole Flamel, entrusted Dumbledore with carte blanche for his advice and voting rights.

Dumbledore felt responsible.

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

After almost half an hour, Harry opened his eyes.

The room was dark, and Dumbledore hadn't lit a bonfire, but strangely enough, it was still steaming inside.

"Is anyone here?"

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

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

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

"Professor, you are here."

said Harry.

"Yes, Harry, of course I'm here. If I'm not here, where am I supposed to be?"

Harry thought he smelled mints, and Mr. Dumbledore took out his "lighter", and with a "click", it lit up, revealing Mr. Dumbledore's face.

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

Mr. Dumbledore's eyes were azure blue, like fine sapphires.

The bonfire here was still burning beeping, but strangely, Dumbledore had just used his own extinguisher to take away the light of the bonfire.

They were still at Hagrid's hunting lodge.

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

This bubble is mint flavored.

"Professor, what is this?"

Harry forgot everything he had just seen for a moment, and his brain subconsciously made him forget the pain that his brain couldn't control.

This is also a kind of self-protection.

Plus, Dumbledore had cast a spell just now to make Harry forget a little bit.

Artificial second protection.

Under the double protection, Harry Potter feels much better now.

So he just opened his mouth and asked what the candy was.

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

Peppermint-flavored Chuibao Super Bubble Gum.

I think you'll like it.

Need some? "

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

He doesn't trust the principal's candy very much.

In other words, he couldn't believe the principal's level of candy selection.

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

Harry was half lying up.

At this time, Harry covered his forehead with some difficulty, he felt that his brain was hurting, and he seemed to have forgotten something.

Dumbledore kindly helped him remember something.

"Is such that."

Dumbledore tapped Harry's head lightly with his wand, and Harry felt an unbearable pain in his life, which pierced his heart.

Under such pain, Harry soon remembered something.

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

Dumbledore said again, 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 quietly sealed a part of his memory.

Now, secondary damage occurs.

Harry finally stopped being stubborn.

He felt the pain.

But, the students nailed it.

What about 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 like a prisoner. He sat in the staff chair. This was the office of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, not even a courtroom. Opposite him were three Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement officers.

The three operators all looked a little embarrassed, looking at each other.

Except for one old fritter who was Snape's junior - when Snape was in fifth grade, he was in the first grade, so he was considered a junior, the rest were all Snape's students.

These are young people who have entered the Ministry of Magic not long ago.

There is no way around it. The English Ministry of Magic is just that big. There are a large number of graduates from Hogwarts every year—a large number, but in fact there are only a few, at most a few hundred. Uh, maybe not a few hundred, just over 100.

One year, Hogwarts graduated from four houses a year, and there were a total of seventeen people.

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

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

Now the four of them are sitting together, obviously they came to ask Snape, but Snape sat there with an impatient expression on his face, while the other three were fidgeting instead. The interrogator, he seemed to be alone, surrounded the three people in front of him, and he was teaching the three people in front of him.

Taking a sip of the coffee in front of him, Snape said coldly: "So, gentlemen, are you going to tell me to just sit here and drink coffee, coffee, coffee?

Don't you have any questions you want to ask me?

If not, please call me back, okay?
I still have things to do at Hogwarts, and I have to teach.

I'm not in the mood to be here with you guys, playing stupid quiz games. "

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

Although he lost his composure, he still dared to speak up. The other two Hogwarts officers, both of whom graduated from Slytherin, were under a lot of pressure and sweated profusely when facing their dean.

"I'm sorry, professor, uh, we just ask a few questions, just a few questions, and please don't get angry."

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

Snape said indifferently, "Yes."

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

"While I was lurking beside the Dark Lord, spying for Dumbledore."

Snape remained expressionless.

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

The man continued to follow the script and asked fearfully. While asking, he carefully looked at Snape's face, Snape's expression was still calm.

"no"

"Then did you fund, uh, no, did you give the professor some extra help? Whether it's news or money?"

the operator asked.

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

His face continued to be calm.

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

"No."

He said in a drawn out tone.

"Then what you said to him, thank you for your support, is there anything you need to justify?"

The operators became more careful, they even held their breath, afraid that Professor Snape in front of them would be angry.

Snape took a deep breath.

He stared at the few people in front of him, speaking slowly.

"No."

The few people in front of them were terrified. 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 Duvi Jones are not students in the same class, you have many mutual friends. You can Circle all your mutual friends and tell us?
We need help with the investigation. "

Hearing this, Snape looked at them coldly.

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

Snape was a little anxious.

Angry because of anxiety.

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

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

No one would hope that after Lucius Malfoy committed suicide, a werewolf would run out from the Malfoy manor one day. If this were the case, not only the Malfoy family would have problems, but even he would be involved.

Damn Duvi Jones.

At this moment, poor Mr. Snape wished he could tear Duvi Jones to pieces.

It's a pity that he can't do everything he imagined, not only can't do it, what's more unlucky is that Duwei Jones knows everything he has suffered today.

(End of this chapter)