days at Hogwarts

Chapter 345 Time flies

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, their eyes shining brightly, their thoughts racing.

Based on what is known and overheard at The Three Broomsticks, the Ministry of Magic invites professors to work together to capture Bellatrix Lestrange during the Christmas holidays.

The professor is here today, which means...

The two of them lowered their heads silently and walked quietly behind the professors' desks.

There were only two tables of them in the right corner of the bar. This location actually had a risk of exposure, but in the noisy Leaky Cauldron bar, the professors obviously did not notice them.

Loren took two glasses of butterbeer from a waitress. The two of them turned their backs to the professors, holding the glasses and raising their ears in high concentration.

Eventually Old Tom and Professor Flitwick each took a step back, and Old Tom replaced the syrupy soda with two pints of mead. After sending Christmas greetings to several professors, the boss politely left.

Professor Flitwick took a sip of the mead, smacked his lips, and said in a high-pitched voice: "That Mrs. Lestrange, she is so patient. What do you think, Minerva, Severus? I thought she would attack on Christmas Eve, after all, we all thought that was the time when protection was at its most lax."

"That's also a good time for us to catch her..." Snape said in a mocking tone, "But who knows what those idiots at the Ministry of Magic were thinking. They mobilized all the dementors that afternoon. Even if she is Trollhead, seeing the dementors like dark clouds above the streets, wouldn't be stupid enough to attack Gringotts at that time."

"Don't say that, Severus." Professor Flitwick, probably getting used to the taste of the mead in the Leaky Cauldron, took a swig and let out a contented sigh, "Thanks to them, we survived one. It’s a peaceful Christmas Eve, isn’t it?”

"You're right, and happily, today is the deadline." Professor McGonagall shook the violet water and said,

"If Mrs. Lestrange does not appear again, the Ministry of Magic will open the Lestrange family's vault under the witness of Wizengamot and Hogwarts. No matter what the mysterious person wants in the underground vault, After today, she won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

"This is indeed good news to be happy about!" Professor Flitwick smiled.

The three of them toasted. Professor McGonagall put down the champagne glass and said another thing: "Taking advantage of this incident, I plan to open a treasury in the name of Hogwarts in Gringotts and transfer the school's Something to put in the vault.”

"Why do you do this?" Professor Flitwick asked in confusion, "I mean, Minerva, there are enough rooms in the Hogwarts castle for you to put your things."

"Of course I agree with your idea, Filius, if it is the property of Hogwarts..."

As Professor McGonagall explained, she took out a golden chain from her pocket. There was a small hourglass tied to the chain, and the hourglass contained fine golden sand.

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Time turner? I thought you had returned it to the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, not yet. The usage period I applied for for Miss Granger is one full year."

Loren, who was behind, looked at Hermione who was standing aside. Hermione raised her head in confusion, with dense foamy hops still hanging on her lips.

"I plan to store it in Gringotts' vault. If I do this, when I apply for a time turner for other students in the future, I can get it directly from Gringotts." Professor McGonagall said, dialing the number Small hourglass on a chain.

"Is this any different from before?" Professor Flitwick asked in confusion before he could react.

"No more contact with the Ministry of Magic, which means-"

Snape took a sip of mead and said slowly, "In a few decades, after a few more ministers of the Ministry of Magic, the Time Turner will become a thing of Hogwarts."

Hermione's eyes widened immediately. Professor McGonagall seemed a little different from what she had known before.

Snape raised his glass to Professor McGonagall: "To Minerva, you are a competent Vice-Headmaster." "This sounds like a hint that Dumbledore is not a competent Headmaster..." Professor Flitwick whispered. added.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile. After returning the greeting to Snape, he suddenly asked: "By the way, Severus, the Ministry of Magic and Principal Dumbledore only designated me and Filius for this mission. You didn't have to." Come on, why did you take the initiative to apply to come out with us? Is there anything important you need to do?"

Professor Flitwick also looked at him curiously. The two of them knew that Snape's past was a bit difficult to study carefully. If he was related to the crazy woman Death Eater, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Why come here...

Snape was silent for a while and said softly: "I just happened to have a batch of potions for sale, and I wanted to replace them with potion experiment materials as soon as possible."

As Snape spoke, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms, spread it out on the table and showed it to his two colleagues.

His move was intended to change the subject. Flitwick did not notice it, but Professor McGonagall took a deep look at Snape.

"Blood tonics, elation potions, palliatives...oh!" Flitwick raised his voice a little, "and living hell potion, veritaserum, polyjuice potion...to be honest, Severus, these things belong Illegal drugs, right?”

Snape nodded noncommittally: "As long as there are enough benefits, those goblins can sell themselves."

Flitwick, who has goblin blood, didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He observed the various potions in the small cloth bag with interest. Suddenly he saw a small white bone knife and became interested: "Severus, What's this?"

This bone knife is only two fingers long. The ribs of the basilisk are ground to a smooth white color like ivory. There is no fine processing and the carving is rough, giving it a simple beauty.

The most bizarre thing is that the blade of the bone knife is stained with scattered red powder, and under the illumination of candlelight, it is faintly flashing with crystal light spots.

Snape's brows slowly knitted together.

Bone knife and magic stone powder?

It was all his fault that Dumbledore kept him chatting until late that night, and the next day he came back from the Shrieking Shack guarding those two little things. When he was packing his things in a tired and sleepy state, he actually packed these things too. Into the bag.

Snape carefully picked up the bone knife and was about to explain it to Flitwick and McGonagall when an earth-shattering explosion suddenly sounded——

Boom!

A torrential wave of weather swept over him, and under the strong impact, the bone knife flew out of his hand.

Under the astonished gazes of the three professors and two young wizards, the hard snake bone shattered the bottom of the golden hourglass, and the red crystal powder fell into the hourglass along the cracks under the action of inertia.

The crimson magic stone powder was hidden in the golden sands of time. In Loren's field of vision, the crimson magic power was like a flame falling into the golden river, melting silently.

The hourglass flew off the table due to the impact, flipping endlessly in the air.

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(End of this chapter)