Stepfather of HP

Harry ordered a drink too.

By the time Hermione arrived they were both half-drinking butterbeer.

"I can't believe you two are drinking at noon," said Hermione, piercing her waist.

"I think it's enjoyable to drink butter beer at noon." Ron said with a smile.

"Did you know we've changed Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers again? I can't believe they fired Professor Lupine," said Hermione indignantly. "He's the best professor we've ever had."

"But he's a werewolf." Ron shrugged. "What if he forgot to drink the wolf's poison potion one night and bit someone?"

"My God, you speak with the Ministry of Magic and the parents, Harry, what do you think of this?"

"Uh..." Harry thought of Remus who forgot to drink Wolfsbane in his dream, "Since he has moved in with my godfather and opened his own second-hand bookstore, I don't think it's okay for him to leave."

"Damn it!" Hermione glared at the two boys.

"Didn't you say you want to see how wizards withdraw money? I just want to go to the Potter's vault." Harry quickly changed the subject.

Harry had to say that he preferred Muggle banks, at least the windows were bright and clean and the facilities were modern, the tellers were not handsome or beautiful, at least they were amiable, and the goblins always looked at people with a three-pointed vigilance, as if they would pull out their guns at any time Like robbing a bank.

Then there is the rail car that is more turbulent than a roller coaster, and the safety factor is obviously lower. Can't they just give him gold coins just like a Muggle bank, just fill out a withdrawal form or swipe a card?

They got out of the car, visibly pale, and both Harry and Ron regretted drinking that butterbeer, and now their stomachs were churning.

The goblin, who didn't know what customer service was, looked at them indifferently, asked Harry for the key, opened the door, and stepped aside.

It was also the first time for Harry to visit the Potter's vault. In his dream, he knew that there was a lot of money in the vault, but actually seeing it was another matter.

The hill of Gold Gallon is slightly smaller, the hill of Silver Sickle is slightly larger, and the hill of Copper Knut is the largest. Harry has a feeling of suddenly becoming a rich man.

"Wow..." Hermione exclaimed, "Are all wizard's vaults like this?"

"At least not in my family." Ron thought of his family's treasury, which had been in a state of dust all year round, and strengthened his determination to be a rich man.

"What's that?" Hermione pointed to several boxes outside the gold and silver mountains.

Harry walked over and opened one of them, which were some old magic books. After he opened them, he saw that the seal of the Potter family's private collection was printed on the title page. Harry had seen a limited number of them in the library of Snape Manor. Books bearing the same stamp.

"The Latin version of the Tales of Beedle the Poet." Hermione took out a copy, "Wow, it's the 1654 edition."

What Ron noticed was "The Door to Wealth", and when he opened it, he found that it was a book about alchemy.

Harry cast a shrinking spell on the entire box and put it in his pocket. The second box contained some personal things that belonged to the boy at first glance, the Golden Snitch who could no longer fly, and the yellowed Gryffindor Quidditch uniforms, Harry saw a few Quidditch medals in a shoe box, and a few yellowed group photos, with Gryffindor's championship commemorative written in gold letters.Several names were handwritten on the back, and Harry saw James Potter's name at a glance.

At the bottom of the photo it says: "James Potter - The Path of a Famous Quidditch Star." Did Dad ever want to be a pro?

Harry put this photo in his pocket too, and the third box was a girl's box, which contained some old evening dresses, very girly jewelry, etc. Harry saw an old potion book, in When he opened it to look, a photo fell out.

The boy in the photo is thin and pale, with greasy hair and a prominent aquiline nose. It is his father...

Noticing that Harry was looking at him, the teenager in the photo turned his head awkwardly, only giving Harry a back view.

On the back of the photo someone wrote: "My best friend."

Harry took the photo with the book.

The three left the Wizarding Bank, went to Diagon Alley to buy all the books they needed, and the last stop was Snape's potion shop. After sending the last child to Hogwarts, Mrs. Weasley accepted With Snape's appointment, he became the manager of the two stores of Snape Potions, Diagon Alley and Diagon Alley.

"Oh, Ron, I'm still trying to remember if I gave you money in the morning, and it seems I did." Molly said, looking at her son who had returned with a full load, "Hello Harry, hello Hermione."

"Hi Mrs. Weasley." Harry and Hermione greeted Molly in unison.

"Harry, if you had come ten minutes earlier, you would have seen Mr. Snape. He just left."

"It's okay, it's the same when I see him at home."

"Oh, you've all grown up, so independent, Ginny can buy all the books she needs by herself." Molly was still feeling guilty that she couldn't be a full-time housewife when she went out to work. I would not even kill him.

Now it is summer vacation, when she cooks breakfast in the morning, she cooks more, and dinner is served 10 minutes later, which solves the problem of eating for their father and son. During the time when the children are in school, she doesn’t even cook. Mr. Weasley bought himself sandwiches and ate them.

Molly, who is used to wearing business attire, looks capable and energetic, at least ten years younger than at home.

"We are not children anymore." Ron said, mother went out to work, although the Weasley family is still a moonlight family, but at least their dining table is much richer, and they don't need to buy second-hand school uniforms and second-hand books when they start school, they also have a number Not much, but real pocket money.

"Honey, where are you going?"

"After greeting you, we went directly to my house. My father will take us to see the Quidditch World Cup camp tomorrow morning."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Ron still opened his mouth wide when he saw Snape Manor, and couldn't close it for a long time, "Dude, I dare say your family is richer than the Malfoy family."

"No, the Malfoy family is richer." Harry was telling the truth. After his father went to teach at Hogwarts, he gradually closed his career in the Muggle world, and the Malfoy family was said to be well-versed in the Muggle world.

"When I have money, I will definitely buy a house as big as this one." Ron said lying on the leather sofa.

"I prefer apartments, the ones with complete facilities and good properties. Such a big house must be very laborious to clean." Hermione was not surprised by Harry's family. Although her family was a middle-class family, her classmates and friends were rich. There are many.

"Have you forgotten we're wizards? Besides, families with houses this big usually have house-elves," said Ron. "Harry?"

"Yes, there are three in my family." Harry flicked his fingers, and three house elves wearing clean tea towels and white towels on their hands appeared neatly lined up together, "Hello, little master Harry."

"Lingling, Jingjing, Dongdong, Dongdong is the housekeeper." Harry pointed to the house-elves and introduced them.

"How much do these three house-elves get paid each month?"

"House elves are slaves of wizards and don't need wages." Before Harry could stop him, Ron had already said something he shouldn't have said.

"Slave?" Hermione screamed. Now that the 21th century is about to enter the [-]st century, there is such a thing as a slave in the wizarding world?

"Yeah, there are hundreds of house elves in Hogwarts. Otherwise, do you think Filch would clean up such a big castle by himself? There are also things like carrying luggage, changing clothes, cooking, etc. They did it." Ron dropped the bombshell again.

"My God, this is so barbaric... One race slaves another, and they don't pay wages..."

"Miss, we don't need wages." Dongdong felt insulted.

"Oh my god...they don't even think they need a salary..."

Just when the three house-elves were angry, Harry flicked his fingers to signal them to disappear. He didn't want to see three house-elves protesting against the wall.

The author has something to say:

When I was reading, I always had a question, since the Weasley family's financial situation is so bad, why is Molly still working as a housewife after the children have gone to school?Later, knowing the population size of wizards, I felt that it might be difficult to find a job, so I opened a little golden finger.

76. Awkward boy

If Harry makes career plans for Ron and Hermione, Ron will be a businessman who wants to make money in the future, and Hermione will be a civil rights lawyer, if there are civil rights lawyers in the wizarding world.

Anyway, his father didn't come back for dinner, which made Ron and Hermione, who were worried to death before dinner, relax a lot. Snape basically ignored the two friends Harry, but they were still afraid He was scared to death.

It can be said that Snape is the nightmare of the little animals in Hogwarts. It is estimated that it will take a long time to get rid of the sad memory after graduation.

Snape came back after dinner, Harry hesitated for a while with the photo he got back from the vault, and knocked on Snape's door anyway.

Snape's room had a simple black and white design, with cold and modern lines. Fortunately, the dark green and silver fabric decoration softened the room, otherwise it would have been cold and hard to the end.

The only thing in this room that is neither Slytherin nor Snape is the collage that Harry gave Snape, very warm red and gold lines, composed of a picture, if these lines are put together again, It would be a picture of Harry in his Gryffindor Quidditch uniform.

"I have something to give you." Harry took out the photo, and the characters in the photo desperately dodged Harry's fingers.

Snape took the photo and turned it over to read what Lily wrote on the back... "We always thought this photo was lost." He said with a touch of sentimentality.

Then he stood up, went to the bookcase and pulled out an old potions book, which contained another picture, and handed it to Harry.

This is a photo of Lily when she was young, she has thick red hair and a smile like a sun, and behind her emerald eyes is written - my best friend, and then the sentence is crossed out, I wrote my love.

Harry suddenly felt his eyes heat up...

Snape reached out and took off Harry's glasses, "You have her eyes, that's what she's most proud of."

"It's not what I'm most proud of." Harry turned his face away, "I have to get up early tomorrow to watch the Quidditch World Cup. I'm going to bed. By the way, I promised Ron that I would live in his tent."

How does it feel to hear someone you love mourning his dead lover in an affectionate tone?But you can't hate that lover yet, because she is the one who gave you life.

Harry felt the pain like a knife piercing his heart right now, so he might as well be a son who entered the rebellious period of youth, saying that he didn't know good and bad and was ungrateful. He didn't want to be that good baby Harry now.

The Ministry of Magic is always very creative when it comes to Portkeys. Harry looked at the old tire that was said to be the track leading to the Quidditch World Cup.

After a whirlwind, they arrived at the competition venue smoothly. The poor caretaker campground Muggle was severely oblivion and obfuscation.

Snape left in a hurry, there was something urgent about it, and he didn't even give Harry a second look before leaving.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore: "For Merlin's sake, can't you give that poor man a Muggle Repelling Curse? Let him go and take his family far away."

The official of the Ministry of Magic who was in charge of casting a spell on the poor Muggle glared at the little bitch witch with an angry face.

Hermione stared back bravely. "You're in flagrant breach of Muggle protection laws!" she said, pumping her fist.

Ron and Harry each grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away from the scene.

"It's not for them to decide." Ron decided to pity the two father's colleagues.

"Yes, they also follow orders, and you can report this to Fudge when you see him." Then Harry began to regret his slip of the tongue, because Hermione was really motivated to go to Fudge to protest .

"Let's go after tea, and besides, my father may know where Fudge is. I forgot to say that Percy has become Fudge's assistant..." Ron gave the talkative Harry a look.

Hermione finally didn't see Fudge and followed Ron with the idea that there was always the possibility of seeing Fudge's assistant.

Ron's tent looked very inconspicuous, as if bought from a second-hand thrift store, it was about the size of a three-person Muggle camping tent, so when Ron asked him to go in, Harry hesitated, but After entering, Harry smiled, what a great space magic, it's small on the outside and big on the inside...

"Hi! Harry! Is Professor Snape outside?" The twins immediately thought of Professor Snape when they saw Harry.

"No, father has other things to do." Although he said that he wanted to be with the Weasleys, but at least his father had to seriously persuade him... Harry was so awkward that it seemed like a mess.

"Mr. Snape is always busy," said Molly Weasley, Snape's subordinate, with her hair up and a nice trouser suit. "What do you want Harry?"

"I ate before I came, thank you Mrs Weasley."

Ron and Hermione looked at Harry worriedly. People who were not familiar with Harry couldn't tell, but those who knew him knew that Harry was in a low ebb state. Although he could laugh, there were no laugh lines in the corners of his eyes. When eating, I no longer choose what I like to eat, but mechanized what to eat.

He even reacted a bit late to the twins' jokes, and the worst part was that this kind of unhappy situation was becoming more and more likely to happen.

Both of them were also witnesses to the incident where Snape handed over the key to save Peter Pettigrew, but they didn't know how to comfort Harry.

Harry's unhappiness continued until the Quidditch World Cup final, and even the appearance of Veela didn't make him raise his eyebrows. Merlin knew that Ron almost jumped into the field, and Krum's appearance didn't let him He smiled sincerely, Ron felt that Harry's current situation was too serious.

At the end of the game, the Weasley family saw the Potions Professor with an indifferent expression in front of their tent, "I'm here to pick up Harry, he's been bothering you for too long."

"We all liked him enough to be a bother," said Mr. Weasley.

"I'll take him away." Snape didn't go on greeting him, put one hand on Harry's shoulder, and walked away with his arms around him, "Do you think I'll let you spend the night in the Weasleys' tent? It's a campground, and they've got too many kids to look after." Not to mention something's bound to happen tonight.

Harry silently let him walk forward with his arms around him.

"Damn it! What the hell are you talking about?" Fuck his Muggle theories!He wants to ask why the relationship between his stepson and himself has suddenly fallen to such an awkward level.

"It's nothing." Harry lowered his head and shook off Snape's hand, "Leave me alone!"

"As you wish." Snape began to regret sending Harry to a Muggle primary school, to see him learn all the Muggle habits.

He walked forward with his head down, but found that he didn't know where his tent was.

"Third up front," Snape said after him.

Harry saw a very ordinary multi-person camping tent, and the two-person tent they used to hang out with differed only in size.

Harry opened the tent and walked in. This tent has an upstairs-downstairs design. The first floor is the living room and kitchen, and the second floor is the living room and two bedrooms. It is very Muggle and modern.

He went up to the second floor, stopped directly in front of the door with the Gryffindor logo, pushed the door and walked in, throwing himself on the soft bed.

Snape knocked on the door outside, "Aren't you going to have dinner?"

"Leave me alone!" So he was alone, and he heard Snape's footsteps leaving.

Harry wiped away the tears that he didn't know when, he even wished that he didn't love his father now, at least it wouldn't hurt so much.

If he hadn't been in a bad mood, Harry would have liked the tent, and he could even see the moonlight in the camp and the other tent pinnacles through the window.

He got out of bed, opened the window, jumped out, and started wandering around the camp, full of reveling Irish fans, while Bulgarian fans locked themselves in tents, and occasionally a few jumped out to protest Ireland The fans are too loud.

Harry looked at these people who were simply enjoying their joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, and felt as if he was far away from them.

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the side of the camp, and then a burst of fire... Was it a fire?

But a succession of different ignition points broke Harry's mind, and he took his wand into his own.

The camp started to riot, and the fans who were still reveling just now started running around. Harry was knocked around by the crowd, and finally decided to follow the flow of people.

"Harry! Harry!" He heard someone calling him, it was Hermione's voice, and he ran towards the voice, but in the middle of the run, a pair of strong hands grabbed his arms.

"What are you running around!" Harry turned his head and saw Snape's angry face, "Follow me."

"What happened?"

Snape pointed to the sky, Harry looked up, and saw a familiar skull mark floating in the air, and a snake came out of the skull's mouth.

Death Eater Marks!

Snape's left upper arm was hot for a while, even if the death eaters called each other, it was uncomfortable to resist.

"Go!" He tugged at Harry's hand.

"But Hermione..."

"She'll be fine with the Weasleys." Snape began to consider Harry's feelings for Hermione. In her previous life, Hermione was the girl closest to Harry. In fact, she chose Ron and not Harry surprised the teachers and students of Hogwarts for a while. Could it be that Harry's abnormality has something to do with her? "If you're worried about her..."

Snape was halfway through speaking, and suddenly put on a protective armor, covering himself and Harry under the protection of his own spell.

Two people in black robes and Death Eater masks approached them quietly without knowing when.

"Look who we've met! The traitor and his false son," said the leader.

"A person who hides when his master is missing, and only bullies Muggles and ordinary people when he is drunk, is not worthy of me." Snape said coldly.

"What will the master reward us for capturing the traitor and the savior?" The man completely ignored Snape's words.

"If I remember correctly, Dumbledore is the savior." Snape's face changed, and the hand holding Harry's hand tightened.

"Hahaha... Only a fool would believe this lie!"

"Fenrir? Greyback! If you want to wear a mask, hide your wolf smell!" Not many people know the prophecy, and they know that Voldemort is killing the savior in the prophecy. There are only a limited number of free agents. Combining with physical features, it is not difficult to guess who the person in front of me is.

"I've always wondered what Dumbledore's expression would be like when the savior became a werewolf..." Fenrir.Greyback said.

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I really want to complain: Professor, your thinking is BG, conservative, and unable to keep up with the times...

77. Killing the Wolf

Of course Harry knew who Fenrir Greyback was. He was the one who turned Remus into a werewolf, and he was also the one who caused countless murders that shocked the wizarding world. He was also the only werewolf who could control transformation— —Such a talent was actually used for evil things.

Harry's palms were slightly wet, and his heart beat a little faster. He wasn't frightened by this man and his threat. He watched his father's marble-like expression, and he knew that his father would not let anything happen to him.

Fenrir Greyback started to transform slowly with a malicious smile, but Snape didn't give him a chance to completely transform, "Shenfeng Wusha!" A spell swung towards Fenrir like a whip Greyback, but only created a few red marks on his body. The werewolf's natural anti-spell property made them even more dangerous.

Snape seemed to have anticipated this situation, and didn't check the effect of the first spell at all. The second magic sword had already swung past, then the third, and the fourth...

Fenrir, who was named after the world-destructive demon wolf, laughed and used his agility to dodge. Occasionally, if a spell hit him, it would only leave a red mark.

Just as they were fighting together, another person following Fenrir approached Harry quietly, reaching out to grab him, "Disarm!" Harry cast a spell swiftly, and after disarming Quickly added "swoon."

The man fell in response.

Snape glanced back at Harry, and after knowing that he was safe, he gave Fenrir a strange smile, "Devil Flame!" His spell hit the ground, and Fenrir found that he couldn't Know when you've been trapped in a drawn circle.

While attacking him with the sound of the sharp sharp edge, Snape quietly drew a wolf-binding formation with his own footsteps with a silent spell. He suffered a lot from werewolves, and he never gave up on werewolves in his two lives. Research.

The flames of the devil burned along the wolf-binding formation, and the flames burned unsatisfactorily into some kind of monster with sharp claws. After discovering the werewolf, it seemed to have found some kind of prey, and rushed towards him crazily, "ah !” The werewolf let out a scream, and his body, which was stronger than ordinary people, prolongs the time of his torment.

The werewolf screamed one after another, struggling in the circle of flames, and fell straight to the ground. After the werewolf was reduced to ashes in the flames, the flames even wanted to rush out of the circle, Snape murmured An ancient spell, the flames softened like a tamed monster, crawling on the ground until it was extinguished.

If there is any difference after Snape's rebirth, the biggest difference is that he has stronger control over these so-called black magics, and even some ancient black magics will become extremely tame in his hands.

Harry resisted Snape's attempts to cover his eyes and watched from beginning to end, if the war and his father's life were destined to be so cruel, he didn't want to be the one to be covered.

The crowd began to gather in this direction, and a few people in uniforms of the Ministry of Magic came over, but when they came, they only saw a circle of charred grass and someone in a Death Eater uniform lying on the side.

"He tried to attack my son, and was knocked out by my son." Snape put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said lightly.

"Trying to attack the son of the best potions master in Hogwarts, it's no wonder he ended up like this." The staff member of the Ministry of Magic said, "If you have time, please go to the Ministry of Magic with your son to record a statement .”

Throughout the night, it was only the Death Eaters who were unilaterally sabotaging and provoking. The officials of the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors were exhausted, and they didn't even see the shadow of the Death Eaters. This stunned Death Eater can be said to be was the only thing they got for the whole night, so they had a great attitude.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron also ran over from a distance, and the two of them rushed over at the same time and hugged Harry, "Thanks Merlin, you're fine." Hermione said, "I saw you wandering around alone They're going to be scared to death."

"Luckily my father found me," said Harry.

"Yeah, we wanted to save you, but the twins said that Professor Snape wouldn't let anything happen to you," Ron said.

From between their arms, Harry watched his calm father deal with the officials of the Ministry of Magic, and looked away when Snape looked at him.

The day Snape took Harry to the Ministry of Magic, his expression was still indifferent. No matter how awkward Harry was, he always tried to maintain everything in a normal state. It seemed that he had made up his mind to stay the same and stay with Harry. Go through puberty.

The guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic reminded Harry of the Muggle TV series Doctor Who that he watched a long time ago, but the blue police box was much cooler than this red phone box, the result of watching a lot of Muggle science fiction and magical TV series and movies It is to become calmer about many things in the wizarding world.

After Snape dialed the number 62442, a female voice appeared. This voice didn't sound like it came from a telephone receiver, but it sounded like the person sitting opposite you said: "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please explain Your identity and reason for coming here."

"Severus Snape and Harry Potter, we went to the Auror branch to take notes."

"Please wait a moment." After a few seconds, a silver card was spat out, with their names and reasons for coming here written on it, and then the phone booth began to descend at a high speed like a real elevator.

When they fell at a speed that the Muggle elevator could not reach, Harry decided to take back all his disrespectful views on the wizarding world. After all, TV dramas and movies are watching other people's performances, which are completely different from being there.

The door of the phone booth opened on reaching the foyer, and Harry stepped out. The Ministry of Magic's foyer is a very ornate place, with a peacock blue roof and many golden runes floating on it. There was a sculpture of the Magic Brothers in the middle, and Harry thought that the two of them were more like petrified, as if they might return to human form at any time.

On the left is a neat row of fireplaces that sent wizards to the Ministry of Magic one by one, and those people quickly merged into the flow of people, while on the right was the fireplace that sent people out of the Ministry of Magic. .

Snape walked forward with Harry in a familiar way, and after pressing the button for the eighth floor, the elevator took them to the floor where the Auror branch was located.

The Auror branch is more like any of the Scotland Yard sub-offices in Muggle London, a few rows of desks, white conservative lamps, most of the tables are messy, and most of the desk owners are absent, Aurors prefer Run around instead of staying in the office.

When Snape and the others arrived, the whole office was quiet for a while, and then a somewhat familiar man with freckles on his nose received them.

"Okay... okay... long time no see Mr. Snape." Well, judging from the degree of stammering, this man is a recent graduate of Hogwarts.

"Mr. Robert?" Snape recognized him. "You got the O's you need to become an Auror in the N?E?W?Ts exam? The exam board is getting lower and lower."

"Yes, they are more lenient." What else could Robert say?He is constantly telling himself that you have graduated, don't worry about the people in front of you deducting your points or something, "Mr. Scrimgeour is waiting for you in his office."

Robert led them to an office with the nameplate of the director of the Auror Department, Scrimgeour, and stopped, and knocked on the door: "Mr. Snape is here."

"Ask him to come in." The door was opened, and Snape led Harry in. Robert felt as if he had died and came back to life, and returned to his desk and sat on a chair.

Scrimgeour was sitting behind his large desk, the French windows behind him showed that the weather was a little gloomy, just like Scrimgeour's expression at this time, obscure.

"I thought it was just a simple note." Snape sat down in the chair in front of Skgelin's desk, and Harry followed him.

"Yes, it was just a simple record, but we discovered that the person in the Death Eater uniform actually said that you killed the notorious werewolf Fenrir Greyback."

"I think he made a mistake. He was with Fenrir Greyback, but the werewolf had escaped. In fact, he attacked my son and was killed by me while I was fighting Mr. Greyback. My son was stunned, and he couldn't have seen me kill Mr Greyback or drive him away," said Snape, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't think you know he is Greyback's disciple, and his disciples can sense whether he is alive or dead."

"Really? I really don't know that werewolves have such a function. Maybe Greyback was killed by someone after he escaped. I just injured him, and I don't have the honor of killing Greyback."

"Would you like to hand over your wand? We suspect that you used a forbidden spell during the battle." Scrimgeour believed that the man in front of him killed Greyback and killed the number one fugitive on the Ministry of Magic's most wanted list. The reason why he refused to admit it was that he had used a forbidden spell. As a former Death Eater, the potion master could easily kill the super S-rank magical creature Greyback, which made Scrimgeour feel horrified.

"I refuse." Snape said indifferently.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, may I ask if my father and I have been arrested?" said Harry, who had been silent all along.

"No, you have not been arrested."

"I think since we came voluntarily, we also have the freedom to leave. Unless you announce that we are under arrest at this time, we should go. You know, I haven't bought Hogwarts to start school yet school supplies for use.”

"..." Scrimgeour was momentarily at a loss for words, could he announce their arrest?Yes, check Snape's wand after the arrest. He swears with his most beloved daughter that he will be able to find out the forbidden spell that is enough to throw him into Azkaban. What about him?Justification for killing the scariest werewolves with black magic?

He dared to say that more than 99% of wizards would rather kneel and kiss Snape's robes for this, and they finally don't have to worry about some werewolf attacking their children.

"You can go, Mr. Snape." Scrimgeour watched Snape leave his office in a free capacity—again.

The author has something to say:

The devil flames produced by Crabbe's unintentional spells can be easily controlled by Snape, so it shouldn't be too much of a cheat. Snape, who has suffered from werewolves, devoted himself to killing wolves, and the damage of spells can be avoided. What about the devil flame that can destroy even Horcruxes?

78. New semester

When Harry boarded the Hogwarts special train, everyone around the students held a picture newspaper in their hands, and a few people he didn't know very well would pat him on the shoulder when they saw him, "Good job! "

God, it's been a few days since the confusion about the Quidditch World Cup and the arrest of the werewolf in Death Eater clothes, why hasn't the craze passed, he began to sympathize with the man in his dream who had been full since the first grade Harry got it.

The boy named Colin started taking pictures of him non-stop, "Harry, how does it feel to beat a werewolf?"

"It wasn't a full moon night, it was just an ordinary person."

"Is Fenrir really dead?" asked another man Harry didn't know at all, holding the Quibbler in his hand. Killed."

"do not know."

Ron, who was the first to occupy the cubicle, opened the sliding door, and Harry slipped in quickly. He couldn't stand these classmates.

Hermione was the last one to enter the cubicle. She encountered many obstacles along the way, and more people wanted to know the truth through her.

"Thank you Merlin Wizarding World for not having paparazzi," said Hermione, throwing her schoolbag on the table.

"Dog... what is a paparazzi? A kind of dog?"

"No, that's a group of people known for stalking celebrities and making up sensational stories," Harry explained.

"Oh, then Rita Kiester is a paparazzi. My father said that the stories she wrote were all made up, but my mother believed everything she said."

"Well, that's