themonasnovels Chapter 430 The Stolen Snape
Chapter 430 The Stolen Snape
Chapter 430 The Stolen Snape
"Since I rejected Voldemort, there hasn't been a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can teach for more than a year."
After returning to the office again, Dumbledore sat in a chair and said softly.
"We lost a good professor almost every year, and it took me a few years to realize that.
Voldemort cast a curse on the position, a very powerful curse.Even I can't crack it.
You can only wait until Voldemort dies, and it will be automatically lifted. said Dumbledore.
"So, I can only take corresponding measures to deal with this situation."
Dumbledore's so-called measures are also obvious, specifically to select some problematic dark wizards to serve as professors of defense against the dark arts.
The Dark Lord dealt with the Dark Wizard just right.
He even invited Abraxas Malfoy to take up the position.
Abraxas Malfoy is Lucius' father, and he is well-informed and experienced.
He saw through Dumbledore's sinister intentions at a glance, so he wrote to the headmaster, and greeted Dumbledore's relatives with the most vicious words.
He also proudly humiliated him in the "Daily Prophet".
And then... old Malfoy got dragon pox the next year... and died.
On the day of the funeral, Dumbledore also sent a bouquet of flowers to express his condolences.
It's a really sad story.
In those years, rumors of a death invitation letter once circulated.
Everyone cursed others, and the most vicious words were: "Your mother will receive Dumbledore's owl tonight."
That is to say, there is no insurance in the magic world, otherwise there must be a bunch of wizards who cheat insurance.
If it was more ruthless, the relatives of the dead professor found the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt, pulled the banner, put the coffin, and played music, and lay down at the school gate.
No matter how much gold there is in Dumbledore's vault, it's not enough to pay for it!
The magic world is still simple and honest, and it is almost catching up with Gotham.
"William, I'm curious, how did you destroy that piece of soul without destroying this crown."
Dumbledore's slender fingers slid across the rusty crown.
"Dementor, I found a dying dementor in France. Seeing that it was helpless, I took care of it." William said.
The tone seemed to be that he accidentally picked up a wild dementor.
With a half-smile, Dumbledore glanced at William, not paying attention to his ambiguity.
Everyone has secrets.
Dumbledore himself had plenty of them.
In the words of his brother Aberforth: "That bastard learned secrecy at my mother's lap. Secrets and lies, Albus... nobody knows better than him."
"Professor, I have one more thing to tell you." William gradually restrained his smile.
"The dementors saw a very small amount of Voldemort's memory when they devoured that piece of soul."
"What did it see?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.
"I asked him about the Horcrux, and it said the diary...Slytherin's ring, Gaunt's old house!"
"Slytherin's ring... Gaunt's old house?" Dumbledore frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
"Did the Dementor see anything other than the diary and the Slytherin ring?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.
William shook his head.
"That piece of Voldemort's soul, the memory is completely confused, most of it is vague, otherwise it is murder.
All it saw was the diary and Slytherin's ring. "
"Probably because Voldemort split his soul too many times." Dumbledore sighed, "But it's already good, William, you and Hermione are already very good.
At least, we know the whereabouts of another Horcrux. "
Dumbledore stood up and paced slowly in the office.
"Are you free this weekend? William, I think we're going to go to Gaunt's old house."
William thought about it carefully and said, "I'm afraid it won't work on Saturday morning. There will be a Quidditch match against Slytherin."
"Oh, of course! We can go after lunch, the game is also very important." Dumbledore said gently.
"I usually don't want to miss any 'Community Cup' ten-pin bowling game."
"Community Cup?"
"Sunset Red Apartment for the Elderly, there are a group of old wizards there," said Dumbledore.
"Saturday's game, are you confident?"
"You should ask Professor Snape about that.
Since I joined the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, I have always had a... unbeatable record against them!
I think it's going to be an amazing record. "
"I will pass on your words to Professor Snape." Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"Professor, you're being unkind. Gryffindor's house score is the bottom, so there's no need to drag us into the water, right?" William spread his hands helplessly.
"What, is Gryffindor already at the bottom?" Dumbledore pretended to be surprised.
"It was unimaginable in my time."
Before the two of them finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
William hastily put the crown in the safety watch.
"Come in," said Dumbledore.
Professor Snape opened the door and walked in with a sullen face.
He caught a sudden glimpse of William and frowned in surprise.Why every time he comes, Stark is there!
On purpose?
Professor Snape glanced at William and said sourly:
"Oh, what a coincidence I came! If I had known he was coming, I wouldn't have come."
"..." Severus Daiyu Snape is that you?
"Why don't I go first? Mr. Big Shit and Miss Know-It-All were not there last night, so they must be busy saving the world?" Professor Snape said in a strange tone.
"Are you going to report to work now?"
"You discovered all of this?" William laughed. "This is a secret of the Ministry of Magic and cannot be disclosed. Minister Fudge has just ordered it."
Snape snorted coldly and didn't continue bickering.
William felt that if Snape became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, his death method would be very simple:
Yin and Yang strange qi, leading to bronchitis, resulting in poor breathing, and eventually suffocation to death.
"Severus, what happened?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"My office was stolen, and someone sneaked in!"
"Is something missing?"
The blood vessels throbbing horribly on Snape's oily temples, he said angrily:
"The ingredients for the potion are missing from my private storage room... There is no doubt that someone wants to make a forbidden potion..."
William had to admire the thief's boldness.
The timing is also very good.From last night until now, Professor Snape has been patrolling outside, and has no time to estimate his office.
It's really a good opportunity to start.
"Is it Peeves?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's not him!" Snape narrowed his eyes. "I sealed my office with a spell, and only wizards can break in!"
Snape glanced at William.
"You don't doubt me, do you? Although I was not in the auditorium last night." William said speechlessly.
"Maybe."
Even though Snape said that, he immediately ruled out William.
With his back against the Forbidden Forest, there were Centaur, Acromantula, and Hagrid to help collect.
Now it is considered a raw material supplier, and there is no shortage of various magic materials.
Of course, the possibility of Stark and Miss Know-it-all seeking excitement is not ruled out.
"Probably Weasley did it," Snape said through gritted teeth.
"During the dinner party yesterday, he was in my office to write a review! There is absolutely this opportunity."
William and Dumbledore looked at each other.
"Of course, it could also be Black! Or a professor who is so poor that he can't afford to eat, steal it for him!"
'Too poor to eat'... such a qualifier undoubtedly refers to Professor Lupine.
Professor Trelawney is also quite poor, but she is so poor that she can't afford sherry.
"You remember our conversation, Headmaster, on the office stairs at the - oh - beginning of term?" said Snape.
"Remember, Severus," said Dumbledore, with something resembling a warning in his voice.
"It seems—almost impossible—that Blake wouldn't be able to get into this school without help from within, and my potion ingredients... these are all danger signs..."
"I don't believe that anyone in this castle will help Black come in. I don't think anyone will steal your things." Dumbledore said.
The tone of his voice made it clear that this was the end of the matter.
Snape's dusty face had turned an ugly brick red, and the vein in his temple was beating more merrily.
William moved back slightly, fearing that a blood vessel would burst, spattering him with bat blood.
Snape gave Dumbledore a bitter look, turned around and left, slamming the door hard.
He learned his lesson this time, instead of being pinched, he directly shattered the carved glass on the door.
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(End of this chapter)