v4 Chapter 115： Snape stolen

"Since I rejected Voldemort, there hasn't been a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to teach for more than a year."

After returning to the office again, Dumbledore sat in the chair and said softly.

"We lose a good professor almost every year, and it took me a few years to figure it out.

Voldemort cast a curse on this position, a very powerful curse. I can't crack even if I am.

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 selecting some problematic dark wizards to serve as professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It's just right for the Dark Lord to deal with the dark wizard.

He even invited Abraxas Malfoy to take the position.

Abraxas Malfoy was Lucius' father, and he was well-informed and battle-hardened.

He saw through Dumbledore's sinister intentions at a glance, and wrote a letter to the headmaster, greeting 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 were circulating.

Everyone cursed others, and the most vicious words were: "Your mother will receive Dumbledore's owl tonight."

There is no insurance in the magic world, otherwise there must be a bunch of wizards who cheat insurance.

If they were more ruthless, the relatives of the dead professor would find the seventh and eighth aunts, pull the banner, put the coffin, play the music, and lie down at the school gate.

No matter how much gold there is in Dumbledore's vault, it is not enough to pay!

The magic world is still simple and simple, 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 stroked the rusted crown.

"Dementor, I found a dying dementor in France. Seeing it was helpless, I took care of it," William said.

It seemed that he had accidentally picked up a wild Dementor.

Dumbledore, half-smiling, glanced at William, ignoring his equivocation.

Everyone has secrets.

Dumbledore himself had a lot.

In the words of his brother Aberforth: "That **** learned secrecy in my mother's lap. Secrets and lies, Albus...no one knows better than him."

"Professor, I have one more thing to tell you." William gradually restrained his smile.

"The Dementor saw a very small amount of Voldemort's memory as it devoured that piece of soul."

"What did it see?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

"I asked him about the Horcrux, and it said diary... Slytherin's ring, Gaunt's house!"

"Slytherin's ring... the Gaunt House?" Dumbledore frowned, as if thinking about something.

"Have the Dementors seen anything other than the diary and Slytherin's ring?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.

William shook his head.

"Voldemort's soul, the memory is completely confused, most of it is fuzzy, or it is murder.

It only saw 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 around the office.

"Are you free this weekend? William, I think we're going to the old Gaunt house."

William thought for a moment 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, and the game is very important," Dumbledore said gently.

"I usually don't want to miss any 'Community Cup' ten-pin bowling game."

"Community Cup?"

"Sunset Red Seniors Apartments, there's a bunch of old wizards there," Dumbledore said.

"Saturday's game, are you confident?"

"You should ask Professor Snape about this.

Since I joined the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, I have always had a… 100% record against them!

I think this will be an amazing record. "

"I will pass on your words to Professor Snape." Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"Professor, you're not being kind. Gryffindor's academy scores are at the bottom, so there's no need to drag us into the water, right?" William said helplessly.

"What, is Gryffindor at the bottom?" Dumbledore pretended to be surprised.

"It was unimaginable in my day."

Before the two could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

William quickly put the crown into the safety table.

"Come in," said Dumbledore.

Professor Snape pushed open the door and walked in with a gloomy face.

He caught a sudden glimpse of William and frowned in surprise. Why is Stark there every time he comes!

On purpose?

Professor Snape glanced at William and said sourly:

"Hey, I'm here by accident! If I knew he was coming, I wouldn't be here."

"..." Is Severus Dayu Snape you?

"Why don't I go first? Mr. Big Shit and Miss Know-it-all were away last night, so they're probably busy saving the world, right?" Professor Snape said strangely.

"Are you going to report to work now?"

"You found out all this?" William laughed. "This is a secret from the Ministry of Magic and cannot be spread. Minister Fudge just asked."

Snape snorted coldly and did not continue to bicker.

William felt that if Snape became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, his death would be very simple:

The strange qi of yin and yang leads to bronchitis, resulting in poor breathing, and eventually suffocates to death.

"Severus, what happened?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"My office was stolen and someone sneaked in!"

"Did you lose something?"

The blood vessels throbbed terribly on Snape's shiny temples, and he said angrily:

"My potion ingredients are missing from my private pantry... There is no doubt that someone wants to make a banned potion..."

William had to admire the boldness of this thief.

The timing is also very good. From last night until now, Professor Snape had been patrolling outside, and he had no time to estimate his office.

Really a good opportunity to start.

"Is it Peeves?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's not him!" Snape squinted. "I've sealed my office with a spell, so only wizards can break in!"

Snape glanced at William.

"You wouldn't doubt me, would you? Although I wasn't in the auditorium last night." William said speechlessly.

"Maybe."

Although Snape said this, he immediately ruled out William.

With his back against the Forbidden Forest, there are centaurs, eight-eyed spiders, and Hagrid helping to collect.

Now it is a raw material supplier, and there is no shortage of various magic materials.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Stark and Miss Know-it-all may seek excitement.

"Maybe Weasley did it." Snape gritted his teeth.

"At the dinner party yesterday, he was writing a review in my office! There is absolutely a chance."

William and Dumbledore looked at each other.

"Of course, it could also be Black! Or some professor who was too poor to eat, and stole it for him!"

'Too poor to eat'... Such a qualifier undoubtedly refers to Professor Lupin.

Professor Trelawney was also quite poor, but she was too poor to drink sherry.

"You remember our conversation, Headmaster, on the office stairs - oh - the beginning of term?" Snape said.

"Remember, Severus," Dumbledore said, with a hint of warning in his voice.

"It seems - almost impossible - that Black wouldn't have gotten into this school without help from within, and my potion ingredients... all signs of danger..."

"I don't believe anyone in this castle will help Black come in. I don't think anyone will steal your stuff," Dumbledore said. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

His tone made it clear that this was the end of the matter.

Snape's earth-grey face turned an ugly brick red, and the vein in his temple danced more cheerfully.

William moved back slightly, afraid that the blood vessels would burst and splatter him with bat blood.

Snape glared at Dumbledore angrily, turned and walked away, slamming the door hard.

He learned his lesson this time, instead of being caught, he shattered the carved glass on the door.

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