Especially after receiving one-fifth of the donation, his attitude was not as firm as before, and he tacitly agreed to Fudge's suggestion to let Lupin give it a try.

When Sirius walked out of the Ministry of Magic, he had a piece of parchment in his hand.

"I never thought that the problem that has troubled Remus for decades could be solved so easily?" Sirius carefully put away the parchment. "I have to thank you on behalf of Remus, Kyle."

"I didn't donate those 5,000 Galleons," Kyle said, "and it's not easy at all. After all, not everyone can just casually give out 5,000 Galleons.

"Besides, this has a lot to do with Lupin's identity."

"Lupin's identity..." Sirius was a little confused and asked doubtfully, "A member of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Apart from this, he couldn't think of any other special identity of Lupin.

"I guess so." Kyle said, "Dumbledore trusted him and not only allowed him to go to Hogwarts as an exception, but also made him the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. This was the main reason why Fudge and Scrimgeour agreed...

"If Dumbledore hadn't started this, the Ministry of Magic would never have agreed to allow a werewolf to become an Auror, let alone donating 5,000 Galleons, even if it was 50,000 Galleons."

"That shouldn't be the case... that's 50,000 Galleons," Sirius said doubtfully.

Fifty thousand Galleons is a huge sum of money even for those ancient pure-blood families.

"It's different now," said Kyle. "It's clear that the werewolf will join the Death Eaters. If people knew that the Ministry of Magic allowed a werewolf to join the Aurors, Fudge would be driven out of office by angry wizards the next day, and Scrimgeour would be taken with him."

"Then Remus..."

"He is different. As I said just now, Professor Dumbledore started it..." Kyle said softly, "Even if people knew about it, Fudge could easily resolve the anger of wizards by just saying, 'He was a professor at Hogwarts and is deeply trusted by Dumbledore.'"

"Is that so?" Sirius nodded, not quite understanding.

He didn't understand, but he felt it made sense.

But no matter what, Lupin can finally live in the sunshine, just like when he was cleared of his injustice.

Of course, there will still be some strange looks, but Sirius believed that with Lupin's character, one day he would be respected by more people.

Lupin did this when he was at Hogwarts, and he was very successful. After he resigned and left school, at least a hundred students sent him letters and gifts at Christmas.

As for the fact that Lupin not only spent all his savings but also borrowed a lot of money from him in order to return the gift... that's not important.

"I have to go back and tell Remus the good news." Sirius said impatiently, "How about you? Do you want to come with me?"

"No." Kyle shook his head and said, "I've already wasted enough time. I have to go find Cedric quickly. He must be waiting anxiously."

"Is it about the Dementors?" asked Sirius.

"Yeah." Kyle nodded.

"Haven't I already donated? The bounty for Dementors should be published in the newspapers soon. You don't need to be so anxious."

"The reward is just to speed up the progress, it's not a conflict."

"Okay then." Sirius didn't say anything else, but just said seriously: "Be careful. If you find anything wrong, don't hesitate, just run."

"Don't worry, I know," Kyle said.

After that, the two went their separate ways.

Kyle returned to St. Catchpole and found Cedric circling anxiously outside his house.

"You're finally back. I've been waiting for you for the whole morning..."

"Sorry, I was delayed by something." Kyle said, and then he suddenly realized that Cedric was not the only one here.

Next to him was a house-elf wearing goggles and a leather jacket, dressed like a rock singer.

In Kyle's impression, there is only one house-elf who dresses so fashionably...

"Tata?" Kyle asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"The master asked me to come here." Tata walked over and said.

"Nico?" Kyle scratched his hair.

That's right, the Tata in front of him was Nicolas Flamel's house-elf, but there was one thing he didn't understand...

"I just asked Nico how to use that thing. I can tell you on the letter. Why did you come all the way from Devonshire?"

"The master said..." Tata cleared his throat, "It's really unexpected. I've lived for more than 600 years, and I've never heard of anyone using the Fiendish Fire Curse to deal with Dementors. A normal wizard wouldn't do that..."

Tata imitated Nico's tone perfectly, but the more Kyle listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

What do you mean by 'a normal wizard wouldn't do this'? Isn't he normal? Also, there has never been a case of Dementors rebelling before, this shouldn't be the case...

It was a pity that Nico didn't come, and Tata, a house-elf, probably couldn't answer his questions.

Kyle thought for a moment and took out a bottle containing black particles.

"So Nico doesn't know what this thing is for?"

"Yes," Tata said, "but the owner was very interested, so he asked me to bring some back."

"Then I'll give it all to you." Kyle was about to hand the bottle over, but after hesitating for a moment, he poured out half of it.

It's not that he's reluctant to give it up. This thing is useless in his hands anyway, so it doesn't matter even if he gives it all to Nico.

The main reason is that Kyle suddenly thought that in addition to alchemy, potions might also be useful.

Even random things like mouse spleen and leech juice can be used to make potions, so why can't Dementors be used... So he planned to give the remaining half to Dean Sassia of St. Mungo's.

…

After Tata left, Kyle and Cedric continued to look for the Dementors.

At the same time, in a place many miles away...the sky here was covered with gray fog much thicker than other places, and it looked gloomy even in broad daylight.

A dirty river meandered in the gray fog, with weeds and garbage piled up on both sides. A huge and dilapidated chimney stood tall, looking gloomy.

But even in this harsh environment, a woman appeared out of nowhere the next second... Oh no, it should be two.

The two figures Apparated to this place one after the other.

"Sissy, listen to me!

“The second woman who came caught up with the first woman and tried to grab her arm, but she broke free.

"Go back, Bella."

"You have to listen to me, Cissy. You can't trust him."

"Why not? Even the Dark Lord believes him!" The woman continued walking forward without looking back.

"The Dark Lord must...believe me, he must be mistaken.

"Stop, Narcissa!" Bellatrix yelled, "He may have betrayed us. Even if he hasn't, we can't reveal our plan to anyone. This would be a betrayal to the Dark Lord."

"Okay, then go and expose me." Narcissa said without looking back, "And let the Dark Lord punish me later. Cruciatus Curse? Or Killing Curse... I don't care!"

Her voice became increasingly shrill, with a hint of hysteria in it. “I’m telling you, I don’t care about anything right now!”

Narcissa took out her wand and waved it hard in front of her face. Bellatrix, who had just grabbed her arm, seemed to be stung by something and let go of her hand in pain.

"Narcissa, how could you do this to your own sister..."

"There is nothing I can't do now, for Draco..." Narcissa Malfoy looked at Bellatrix in a daze, then turned around and walked into the depths of the maze-like abandoned brick houses along the river bank without looking back.

Bellatrix could only follow.

They passed a faded sign that vaguely showed the name 'Spider's End'.

Finally, Narcissa stopped at the last house in the alley and knocked on the door as Bellatrix cursed.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing a grayish-yellow face and a pair of black eyes.

"Severus," Narcissa said nervously, "can I speak to you for a moment? It's urgent."

"certainly."

Snape stepped back and invited her into the house, but Bellatrix forced her way in as well.

Snape's thin lips twisted into a slightly sarcastic smile, but he said nothing.

They came to a small, shabby living room. A faint candlelight shone from the ceiling, barely illuminating the few pieces of furniture here.

A scuffed and fuzzy sofa, a worn armchair, and a rickety table.

Moreover, it seemed that no one had lived here for a long time. As soon as she came in, Narcissa smelled a strong smell, like rotten straw.

She subconsciously covered her nose, but seemed to think that was impolite, so she put her hands down and tried to adapt herself to the smell.

But Bellatrix next to her didn't have such concerns...

"Snape, how long have you not lived here?"

"I thought you had already adapted to the environment of Azkaban..." Snape brought two glasses of water and placed them in front of them, "It should be worse there."

Bellatrix's face turned pale, and she said in a cold voice, "I went to Azkaban for the Dark Lord. It's much better than you hiding in this dirty garbage dump and living a miserable life."

"Really?" Snape gave her a sarcastic look. "From what I know, you seem to have lost something of the Dark Lord, something very important. As a result, his attitude towards you is now much worse than before."

Bellatrix's face turned even uglier.

"That's because someone stole it from my vault! It's Gringotts' incompetence, not me!"

"What a coincidence, isn't it..." Snape said in a long tone, "When you were in Azkaban, someone stole the key to the Lestrange family vault, went to Gringotts to take the Dark Lord's things, and finally put the key back to its place."

"Tsk..." He smacked his lips. "Honestly, let alone the Dark Lord, even the dumbest student I've ever taught can tell how ridiculous your excuse is."

"Everything I said is true!" Bellatrix's eyes were red. "As long as we catch the goblin, we will know who did it."

"You don't have to worry about that," said Snape. "In fact, I've already done it for you. I used Legilimency to look through the memories of several goblins."

"Who did it!" Bellatrix took two steps forward and grabbed Snape's shoulders.

"Let go." Snape pried her hand away with disdain. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Unfortunately, no one in the goblin's memory has ever been to the Lestrange family vault... The last person to go in there was you, the day before you were imprisoned in Azkaban."

"This is impossible!" Bellatrix screamed hysterically, "This is impossible!"

"You'd better save this explanation for the Dark Lord." Snape glanced at her, "I'm not interested in listening.

Bellatrix stood there blankly. She seemed to want to leave immediately and go to the Dark Lord to explain, but she didn't dare... She didn't dare to imagine that scene...

"The annoying guy is finally quiet." Snape waved his wand, and the water glass on the table disappeared.

He brought two new glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Have a drink..." Snape poured Narcissa a glass, "I think you might need it."

Narcissa grabbed the cup with shaking hands and took a sip, spilling some of it over herself.

“Thank…thank you…”

"You're welcome." Snape said, "You should leave..."

"No!" Narcissa screamed, "Listen to me, Severus, only you can help me now... Although the Dark Lord doesn't allow me to say this, but Draco..."

"Since he doesn't allow you to speak, you should shut up." Snape interrupted her.

"If I didn't happen to know about this plan, you would have made a serious mistake, serious enough to cost you your life!"

"You know!" Narcissa looked up in surprise.

"Yes," said Snape, "although only a few people knew about this plan, but I happened to be one of them."

"I knew it... The Dark Lord trusts you so much, you must know that."

Bellatrix on the side raised her head and looked at Snape in disbelief. She didn't expect that this traitor in front of her, the coward who did nothing when the Dark Lord fell from power, was still trusted.

Why! An inexplicable jealousy made her face twisted.

But neither of the two people present looked at her.

"You must help me..." Narcissa said, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, "Severus, Draco is only sixteen years old... He has no idea what is waiting for him... This is too dangerous, the Dark Lord is simply seeking revenge for Lucius's mistake, I know! "When we were in the Department of Mysteries, the prophecy was broken, and the Dark Lord was very angry. He needs to find someone to be held responsible for this matter."

"Lucius was the first one to run back, so he chose Draco just to punish Lucius, right!"

"Shut up!" Snape said coldly, "Don't try to guess the Dark Lord's mind. And when it comes to the prophecy, this Ms. Lestrange is more responsible than Lucius."

Narcissa's body shook violently, and a lot of wine spilled out of the glass again. As for Bellatrix, she was numb.

Compared to the thing she lost, the prophecy was nothing...

But she didn't understand why the thing disappeared out of nowhere. The key was clearly hidden and no one knew where it was except her.

Bellatrix was a little confused. She even thought for a moment that she had put the thing somewhere else, but because she had been with the Dementors for too long, she had lost this part of her memory.

She had seen this happen many times. It was very common for Dementors to torture people to madness and mess up their memories.

And Snape just said that she went to Gringotts once before she was arrested...

But what was she doing at the time? Bellatrix tried to recall, but she couldn't remember anything.

On the other side, Narcissa was still begging Snape.

"If Draco succeeds," Snape looked at her and said calmly, "he will be honored above all others."

"He won't succeed!" Narcissa screamed. "No one has ever succeeded... but Dumbledore..."

This name seemed to have drained away all her courage. Narcissa said in a trembling voice, "Severus, you are the Dark Lord's most trusted confidant and advisor. Can you talk to him and convince him..."

"The Dark Lord will not be persuaded by anyone," said Snape. "I would not be foolish enough to attempt such a move."

"No!" Narcissa covered her chest. "If it's really not possible, even if I can only complete half of it... half will be fine..."

Snape raised his eyebrows. "If I remember correctly, the Dark Lord had two goals this time. To complete half of them, could it be that..."

"Yes, that student named Kyle..." Narcissa sobbed, "Although I don't know who he is, he must be easier to deal with than Dumbledore, right..."

Snape looked a little strange, but soon returned to normal.

In a sense, this is true, but in another sense it is not.

Well, at least when Draco faced Dumbledore, his life would not be in danger even if he failed.

Seeing that Snape hadn't spoken, Narcissa gradually collapsed. She grabbed her long golden hair and collapsed to the floor.

"Narcissa, it's enough." Snape helped her up.

"Perhaps I could possibly help Draco."

Narcissa sat up straight, "Are you willing to help him complete this mission?"

"No, this is a task for the Dark Lord, and it can only be accomplished by him alone."

"Will you protect him?" Narcissa clutched Snape's robes tightly. "Will you be there to take care of him and make sure he's safe?"

Snape was silent for a moment. "All I can say is, you can give it a try."

…

(End of this chapter)