Snape and Harry stood beside a neatly trimmed hedge, not far away was a very respectable manor. Behind them were several Aurors and a dozen strikers, a number less than the enemy's number learned from intelligence, but everyone present seemed relaxed.

"I really don't want to see Draco Malfoy in there," Harry whispered.

"Maybe he's not here," Snape said.

"But I went to the hospital this morning, and his assistant said he went home," Harry said anxiously. Snape stared at him coldly, "I don't know when you developed a problem of indecision."

"Oh, I think it's because I'm busy taking care of my little daughter." Harry said slowly, "She's too naughty, more noisy than the other two when they were little, and Ginny and I can't handle it." As expected, when he finished speaking, he found that Snape's face became unpredictable.

"Ginny and the children are on the island," Harry added.

"I'll go," Snape said expressionlessly, "with gifts."

As Snape walked towards the cast iron gate, Harry was still thinking about the relationship between the two. Originally, their contact should have been completely cut off after graduation. As expected, they only met a few times on the floating island in the following years. But I don't know what he was thinking at the time. After the third child was born, he insisted on choosing a professor who had a bad relationship with him when he was in school as the godfather for his youngest daughter - so that his three children would each have a godfather.

But he did it, perhaps because he met him when he was visiting the grave.

Harry realized at that time that Snape had never let go. Even though he had achieved great success, he still stubbornly stayed in school instead of choosing to give up his teaching position, because there were almost all his memories of his life, whether good or bad.

Even Hagrid would leave Grawp and disappear for a month or two every summer vacation. The headmaster of Beauxbatons School was also erratic. But Snape was always alone. According to Neville, Professor McGonagall seemed to intend to match him with Emmeline Vance, but history always repeats itself. The two inherited the desire to win from the Serpent House and the Lion House. They competed fiercely in the House Cup in recent years, but there was no spark at all.

Little Rosalie will enter school next year. But what Harry was thinking about was Sirius' second child, the one who almost took away the name "James". Fortunately, his and Ginny's first child was born two months early, and Sirius was very upset about it, and finally insisted on being the godfather of "James".

Harry waved his hand, and the Aurors and strikers took their positions.

...

At this moment, the living room of Malfoy Manor was very lively.

A group of people in black robes sat crookedly at the long table, complaining about the unfair treatment they had received over the years, the difficulties of life, etc. The brightness in the living room was deliberately lowered, and it had the atmosphere of the Death Eaters' meeting in the past. The fireplace was burning, and the position next to the fire was empty.

Lucius Malfoy sat in the first seat on the left with a stiff expression, watching Selwyn opposite chatting with two sturdy, short and big wizards.

"Why, Lucius?" Selwyn shouted, "There must be fresh blood, otherwise it will become rotten. No one present is for personal gain. We are discussing a matter that concerns the fate of all pure-blood families, so the more people join, the better. Is that right, Vincent, Gregory?"

Lucius looked at his son's former best friend with a complicated expression and nodded innocently.

Selwyn was very proud of it.

"Let the young people see the world. Old friend, why don't you see Draco?"

"He can't come because of something." Lucius said. "He can't come because of something," Selwyn repeated so that everyone could hear it clearly, and then he showed a puzzled expression, "What is so important? Let me think - oh, by the way, he is now a very important person, busy with official duties, and countless people expect him to conquer one or two Muggle diseases so that those non-magical scum can live as long as wizards... But some of our relatives and friends are going to rot in Azkaban..."

Crabbe and Goyle's honest faces suddenly burst into hatred.

Lucius narrowed his grey eyes and said coldly, "I think you have contributed to this, Selwyn." "Oh, stop it," Selwyn countered immediately, and he was obviously prepared. "Let's not talk about Snape, who hid the best, just you, Lucius, have revealed so many secrets. Compared with the two of you, what I did is really insignificant."

He stood up and leaned against the chair with his back to the fireplace, as if he was going to sit down. Everyone stared at him - that seat had been vacant for twelve years. Did Selwyn intend to get involved? The

living room was full of dodging and anxious eyes.

But Selwyn just stood beside the chair and raised his voice and said, "Twelve years ago, we reached an agreement with Mr. Happ to thank him for freeing us from Voldemort's slavery," he said and bowed slightly to the chair, "Over the years, we have been trying to keep our presence as low as possible and not cause trouble, but what is the result? We are regarded as marginal people in the wizarding world by a group of unknown people. I have seen too many such contemptuous eyes... Now it is time to unite and exert our influence! Ladies and gentlemen, there is more than one Dark Lord, but the pure-blood family will last forever!"

Lucius smelled some kind of dangerous signal and quietly leaned back on the chair.

Selwyn's speech touched the pain points of many people, and they couldn't help but recall the glory of the past. At this time, Selwyn pressed his hands down, and the crowd immediately quieted down. He smiled with satisfaction.

"The reason why pure-blood families are so unattainable is that we have signed one magic contract after another over a long period of time. Of course, most of them have now been transferred to the Ministry of Magic. I don't plan to come back. There are other ways to make money..." He said vaguely: "But it's not a big problem to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic and ask for a share of the pie. I plan to talk to Kingsley..." "

In addition,

there is one more thing-" "I have contacted a butler of the Queen. Mr. Edwin revealed that the Queen has been talking about the court wizard recently-everyone, what does this mean, I don't think I need to say more?" Selwyn glanced around, and even Lucius' eyes were a little hot at this time, which was a symbol of title, noble identity and unique status.

But then Lucius recalled the conversation during breakfast, and his heart was like being poured with a bucket of cold water, and he calmed down instantly. Selwyn was still giving a speech, but his mind was elsewhere. He seemed to hear faint footsteps, and his eyes turned to the heavy wooden door. He rubbed his eyes, and the bronze handle seemed to be turning little by little.

"Click."

A gust of wind blew in. Selwyn, who was talking excitedly, looked up in surprise. There was a figure standing at the door, and the hem of his black robe fluttered in the wind. The man didn't move, as if he was adapting to the dim light in the room, but everyone in the living room saw the face clearly and immediately talked about it.

"It's Snape!"

"Isn't he teaching at school and studying potions..."

"I heard that he joined Potter."

Snape strode in, looked around, and then looked at Selwyn. Selwyn hid his surprised look well, put on a smile and said, "Severus! I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you are someone's godfather, haha!"

Snape had a blank expression on his face, without a smile on his face. Others in the living room did not laugh either. Their eyes moved between the two of them, and then they all looked at Lucius Malfoy. He seemed to be also surprised by Snape's arrival, but I don't know if it was an illusion, the face illuminated by the fire was a little pale.

Snape stood in front of Selwyn. To be precise, he stood in front of the chair with its back against the fireplace. He pulled out the chair and sat down. The living room was suddenly silent, and some people were frightened, their mouths slightly opened, and they made unconscious hissing sounds.

Snape sat upright in his seat, seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, and then said, "I bring a message."

"What is it?" Selwyn asked subconsciously.

Snape lowered his eyelids and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me?" Selwyn shouted, and then he saw something on Malfoy's pale face. Fear permeated his whole body bit by bit, as if a drowning man kept falling down. He finally couldn't control his legs that felt like they were filled with lead, and stumbled back to the chair next to him.

"Is it the Auror outside the door, or..."

Snape didn't respond.

Selwyn stared with big eyes, his lips trembling constantly, he jumped up suddenly, overturned the chair to the ground. Then he turned and ran towards the door, and several people followed Selwyn and left the long table in a panic.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to run away." Snape said in a faint voice. But Selwyn couldn't hear these words. He rushed out of the living room first - he didn't use the fireplace because the fireplace might be monitored by the Ministry of Magic. He rushed out of the living room and ran to the back of the manor, where there was a fountain, and people could Apparate near the fountain.

One of the people following Selwyn did stop. He was a short and fat man, who was a few steps away from the door. His expression kept changing. His mind was in a mess. He didn't know whether to listen to Snape. With what he had done, he would be locked up for at least ten years. Then

the air in the whole living room seemed to freeze, including the short and fat man at the door who looked desperate. The sweat on his forehead solidified on his face. Then a circle of silver light passed through his body, brushing over everyone present like a silver yarn. They immediately felt a splitting headache.

"Don't resist." Snape's voice said.

Lucius was the first to give up resistance obediently. No matter who came, Auror or Hep, he had no desire to resist. That was not what he was good at. Besides, there were Narcissa, Draco, and Scorpius. Then he floated to the surface like a drowning man, breathing fresh air, and slumped in the chair, gasping for breath. He realized belatedly that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

The silver ripples spread like a tide, and Lucius inexplicably felt a surge of courage in his heart, but this courage was not for resistance and fighting, but to follow the owner of the silver light to fight against evil... It was really strange, the Malfoy family didn't need that thing.

When the fourteenth wave of silver ripples swept across the living room, the door was roughly pushed open from the outside, and three Aurors supported the glimmering magic barrier and took the man at the door away, leaving no words from beginning to end.

"Is that... Potter outside?" someone asked tremblingly.

Before Snape could speak, the door was pushed open for the second time. Everyone took a breath after seeing the face clearly. It was Harry Potter, and he was leading the team himself. A silver physical Patronus loomed behind them, and they seemed to hear the sound of "clacking" hooves.

Not seeing Draco's shadow, Harry was slightly relieved, and he said calmly: "By order of the Minister of Magic, Selwyn, Parkinson, Nott, and Rowle are suspected of serious violations of law. Bring them back to the Ministry for interrogation."

Everyone bowed their heads in awe.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was closed from the outside with a "bang", and everyone showed a look of having survived a disaster.

Snape said calmly: "Slytherin snakes should not crawl in the gutter, but fly in the sky. In case you don't understand--" He paused and took out a few pieces of parchment from the pocket of his black robe.

"I have prepared a document."

He said and read it dryly according to the parchment, as if he was reading a long report. Although his mind was no longer here, Snape found a sense of familiarity in a trance. Many years ago, he had read several boring reports like today, but that was in the meeting room of the old Black mansion.

No one interrupted him. The fire in the fireplace behind him burned more vigorously, and the firewood made a crisp sound from time to time, and the splashing sparks illuminated the back of him. Everyone sat upright, trying to hear useful things from the report without any emotional ups and downs.

For some of them, this scene was also familiar.

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