days at Hogwarts

Chapter 509 Parting ways
The long table of Slytherin was noisy. Viktor Krum was conveying the instructions left by the principal before leaving to the surrounding students in babbling Bulgarian. After listening to what he said, the little wizard of Durmstrang They breathed a visibly relieved sigh.

Studying abroad in a foreign country during this school year was incredibly exciting. Not long after I arrived at Hogwarts, I saw the Unforgivable Curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The fierce-looking retired Auror who was reinstated as a professor told them that the principal was once a Magical terrorists on trial...

The third project disappeared without a sound as soon as it was finished, followed by Ministry of Magic staff searching everywhere... It looked like their principal had absconded out of fear of crime.

The long tables in other colleges were equally lively. The most important protagonist, Harry, was not present. The curious young wizards could only surround a few warriors, asking endless questions about the internal structure of the maze, the levels and obstacles they encountered.

Some young wizards would beat their chests and talk loudly about how they would deal with it. If it were them, they would definitely not let Harry win by chance.

"Cedric, who won in the end?" Justin asked nervously.

Cedric smiled slightly: "It's Harry. He passed the final difficulty with his strength and wisdom, and walked out of the maze with the trophy."

The little wizards of Gryffindor let out shouts of surprise, but the little wizard of Hufflepuff only kept silent for a few seconds, and then joined them, cheering for the common honor of Hogwarts.

In the seat at the end of the long table, Loren was holding a calendar and calculating how long this summer vacation would last. Hermione sat on his right side.

Hermione, who was reading the newspaper, was particularly quiet. She lowered her head slightly, her fluffy and slightly curly hair hung down naturally, her eyebrows were slightly elongated, her eyelids were slightly drooped, her long eyelashes occasionally fluttered, her slightly upturned nose was delicate and white, and her lips were lightly pursed. Slightly thin.

……

"Let's see if they will accept Harry's confession."

"Ah."

After flipping through the top "Daily Prophet" there was a small pile below. It seemed that he had bought a copy of all the newspapers on sale and checked the news on each page one by one.

Harry grinned at the Auror Chief of Staff, got up and trotted out of the room, completely ignoring the Senior Undersecretary of Magic sitting next to him, Dolores Umbridge.

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the signature on the paper with a dark gleam in his eyes.

"Harry, sign here." Rufus Scrimgeour watched the little wizard in front of him write his name seriously, and sighed silently in his heart, "Okay, I have recorded everything you said. We're down. The relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic will conduct verification next. Go back and enjoy your banquet..."

Rufus Scrimgeour remained silent. Although he personally preferred Dumbledore, the story was indeed too absurd. There are too many unclear places and too many missing details.

Listening to Harry's footsteps fading away, Umbridge looked at the people around her with a smile: "Rufus, wise head of the Auror Office, you don't really believe this bizarre fantasy story, do you?"

This pink toad is still so disgusting. Even though he is older, his smile is even more pretentious than that of a first grader.

Loren thought about it, shook his shoulder and bumped into the person next to him: "Hermione, this summer vacation is only two months long, so you won't go on a long trip, right?"

Hermione turned another page of the newspaper in her hand and sighed softly, "I don't know what measures the Ministry of Magic officials will take against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. That Minister Cornelius Fudge always gives me an unreliable Feel."

"It's so funny. Dumbledore is such an old fool. No one with a brain would believe such a fairy tale." Umbridge covered her mouth and giggled as she walked out the door, "I will definitely I need to tell the people of Wizengamot...how could a fourth-year wizard escape from the mysterious man?"

He didn't know whether Dumbledore asked these details to be withheld, or whether Harry Potter, who had survived, failed to imagine these details...

But the boy had defeated that man when he was one year old.

……

Boom!Boom!Boom!
A slow and powerful knock on the door sounded. After a short pause, the black wizard glanced at the young witch. Just when the young witch raised her hand to knock again, a calm response came from the door. "Please come in."

The young witch and the black wizard in front of the door looked at each other. The young witch tilted her head and opened the door of the underground office.

At a glance, the black wizard saw Dean Slytherin behind the desk. His hair was greasy and sloppy, worse than his bald head. The man held a quill in his right hand and quickly scratched the form. After filling in the last item, he casually moved the feather Putting the pen into the ink bottle, she raised her head and looked at him.

The young witch glanced at the Potions Professor, then at his hair, and quietly dimmed her pink hair.

With the dim light, Snape looked at the two people in front of him.

The heart-shaped face of the young witch has not changed much compared to a few years ago. Some familiar shadows can still be seen vaguely, and the unnatural hair color is a unique symbol... I still remember the fifth grade Potions exam. Once upon a time, the little witch had trouble identifying potions by their color and used her own hair as a color guide.

Originally, he was going to sentence this man to cheating, but Dean Sprout stopped him by offering a few potion plants in exchange.

The black wizard is tall and bald. If it weren't for the strange round hat, the office might be brighter. He wears a classic Auror uniform, and the emblem on the left chest shows his position as captain.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, captain of the Second Auror Squadron of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office, member of the Order of the Phoenix... These information flashed through Snape's mind quickly, and finally turned into an unhurried question: " What do you want from me?"

Kingsley walked into the dark room, looking intently, as if he couldn't see the various horrifying glass jars on the shelves on both sides, and stretched out his hand to the person behind the desk without changing his expression:
"Hello, Professor Severus Snape, my name is Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Hello."

The young witch smiled cheerfully: "Nymphadora Tonks, from Hufflepuff House. Professor, do you still remember me?"

"..." Snape ignored her.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Kingsley Shacklebolt broke the silence like a familiar face, with a businesslike look on his face, as if he had received Dumbledore's message ten minutes ago and took the initiative to take over the job. Not him, "Next, regarding the incident involving Crouch and his son last night, I will record all your statements, Professor Snape. Before that, I need to test your wand."

"..." Snape lowered his eyes slightly and handed over the wand silently.

"Forgive me for the offense..." Kingsley Shacklebolt took the wand and examined it. Tonks meticulously wrote in the record book "Birch bark, snake nerve, thirteen and one-half inches." .

Then Kingsley pointed the wand at the other wand and said in a deep voice: "[Pre-Flashback Curse]"

The birch wand coated with tung oil trembled slightly, and a stream of gray smoke sprayed out from the tip of the wand. In the hazy mist, a rotating wind curled and formed, followed by a quietly burning flame and a clear explosion...

Tonks wrote in the record book in sequence: [Whirlwind sweeps away] [Fire blazing] [Apparition]...

"The spells cast last night will be compared with the written records for verification. Professor Snape, I need to know some detailed information, including the scenarios in which these spells were used and the specific time when the spells were cast."

Snape showed no impatience and replied unhurriedly: "The first few curses were released after returning to the castle, and were used to conduct some light potion-related research..."

"I noticed that there were no spells used in duels in last night's spell records. Does this mean that you did not have a head-on conflict with the Crouches, Professor Snape?"

Snape frowned slightly, as if recalling what happened last night. After a pause, he nodded: "You can say that."

"..."

(End of this chapter)