Severus Snape stood outside the door on the second floor of the Screaming Shack, and he felt his nerves slowly snap as he heard Lupin in the house slowly tell the arrogant Potter boy about the events of the Screaming Shack.

"Severus is particularly interested in where I go each month," the dangerous werewolf said to the three new generation trouble-breakers in the room with a gentle and harmless expression, "and we—oh—don't like each other very much. He especially didn't like James, I think because of his ...... Jealous of James' talent on the Quidditch pitch?"

Snape almost wanted to rush in and give Lupin an Arvada right now.

He felt sick as he heard the werewolf disguise his innocent face and talk about how friendly, brave, and innocent the Marauder Quartet should be!

He didn't want to endure it any longer, so he flashed through the open door and pointed his wand at Lupin.

Hermione screamed. Blake jumped to his feet. Harry jumped to his feet, as if he had been electrocuted. But before everyone could do anything, the end of Snape's wand erupted with a snake-like strap and automatically wrapped around Lupin's mouth, wrist, and ankle.

Lupin lost his balance and collapsed on the floor, unable to move. Sirius roared and lunged at Snape, but Snape's wand was pointed between Siris's eyes, stopping him from making the next move.

He stared warily at Cialis Black in front of him. Remus Lupin had been tied up by him, and there was no way that werewolf could possibly be any more dangerous......

And now there seemed to be a wand in the room, except for him, the only one who was the impostor Lily beside him.

He thought for a second whether he should give her a disarming charm as well. But the thought that she would help his former Gryffindor classmates only swirled in his mind, and then quickly dissipated. For some reason, she proudly proposed a duel to the two men and James Potter, who had now met Merlin, and the sight of dropping a white glove in front of him suddenly crept into his head for no apparent reason, so abrupt that he thought someone had used some kind of Ecstasy spell on him.

His body shook imperceptibly. He shook his head slightly, shaking the scene out of his head. Then he realized that he had almost made a big mistake—if she really had malicious intentions towards him, such a brief moment of mind wandering would have killed him ten thousand times. At least she had plenty of time to fire a disarming spell at him, or quickly return her wand to the werewolf or the stupid dog.

But she didn't.

When he glanced at her quickly, he saw her exactly as she had been a minute before.

She stood a little behind him, her green eyes wary at the screaming shack, and she didn't raise the hand holding the wand, the tip of which was pointing diagonally down at the floor, just right to seal the direction his wand couldn't control.

He seemed to vaguely understand something. But now he can't let his guard down. The stupid dog in the house, Blake, who was in tattered clothes and had a dejected face, was dangerous, if he was really the culprit who snitched off the mysterious man and killed the Potters.

His gaze drifted to the Gryffindor New Generation Troublemaker trio standing in the corner of the screaming shack. The red-haired Weasley looked glazed, as if he had been driven crazy by the fact that the longtime resident of the scruffy Azkaban in front of him had suddenly become as innocent as Fluffy. The jack-of-all-trades, who always pretended to be clever, stood up straight, and seemed to be the first to understand that a great event was taking place in this broken house. And the Broken Ty, who was always self-righteous like his father, was quietly pulling out the wand in her trouser pocket from behind Miss Jack-of-all-trades......

He almost wanted to sigh for a moment.

What did the Broken think he was doing? Who was he trying to deal with with his wand? Wouldn't he want to hear the story of that stupid dog or that werewolf?

Before he came here, he thought he was going to grab the stupid dog Black who killed the Potters and put him back where he was supposed to be, but just as he was about to rush in and subdue Cyris Black, the impostor Lily suddenly grabbed him from behind him - and even because he was so hard that she literally pounced on him and forced him into the shadows around the corner of the stairs!

He was almost smoky with rage. Oh, Merlin is on top, if he could, he would have given this woman a petrification charm!

But the woman proved right away that she knew something.

Because of Fang Cai's movements, she was almost completely attached to him. This angle is not good, the shadow range is too small, and if you want to hide two people, you can only stand close to each other like this. Before he could actually pull out his wand and petrify her, she whispered in his ear, "Shhhh

Then he heard a name that was supposed to have been dead for more than ten years - Peter Pediru.

Then he immediately made a bold and incredible deduction in his mind. He looked down at her in astonishment, trying to confirm something from her eyes or expression. And he was not disappointed. He saw a hint of gloom in her green eyes that belonged to Lily.

He wasted almost a second, pushing her away as fast as he could, rushing into the room first, his wand pointed at two of the pesky Gryffindor Marauder Quartet.

All he needed now was to hear the confession of the person concerned.

So Pote's move of pulling out his wand was really ...... Incomprehensible. Maybe his barren brain didn't make any correct inferences, and he didn't even have the patience to listen to the whole story.

He'd better let the three little trolls retreat to a safer place before making plans. He believed that the impostor Lily behind him would take care of the three of them. So he put his wand to Cialis Black's throat and told him to retreat to the discarded piano in the house, flashed out the door, and then motioned to the three little trolls with a glance and shook their heads at the wide open door, signaling them to go first.

Harry clutched Hermione's wand tightly in his hand, and a layer of slippery cold sweat oozed from his palm.

He was slightly relieved to see Professor Evans standing behind the greasy, malicious old bat.

He couldn't figure out what Professor Lupin and the Azkaban fugitive Blake were trying to do. But just because he wasn't sure of their intentions didn't mean he could trust Snape to have no ill will towards him. This old bat has been making trouble with him since the moment he entered school, and he can't get along with him, and now he ...... He had let the three of them go first? Hah, did he want to believe that the old bat was now going to keep them safe from the fugitives in Azkaban? What a funny thing! He even thought that if the students of Hogwarts were not allowed to be thrown into Azkaban, the old bat would have found a strange excuse to throw him in......

He slowly walked towards the door, sweating more and more in his palms, making him barely able to hold Hermione's wand.

He slowly raised the wand a few steps away from Cyris Black and Snape. He saw that Snape was still staring at him, his wand pointing at the door, as if to signal him to get out quickly. Blake, the fugitive from Azkaban, was clearly disheartened that he would attack him, so he turned away from him.

Harry made up his mind in that moment.

Chance!

"Except you—"

At that moment, a woman's voice suddenly rang out, and she finished the incantation faster than he did.

"Except for your weapons!"

A flash of white light flashed, and Harry felt only a force hit his arm. He could no longer hold on to Hermione's wand, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the wand flew somewhere into the room.

The situation changed so suddenly that everyone else was stunned!

Snape reacted faster than anyone else, and he didn't even have to turn around to do so—his wand was lightning bolting down the throat of the imposter behind him who had once again betrayed his trust, and his heart was tumbling with rage.

"Risk...... Evans!!you ...... How can you point your wand at ...... Student!" he glared at her angrily. If...... If she hadn't been in Lily's face, he would have ...... He must ......!

Hermione and Ron's eyes widened in horror as well. Always so gentle and loving to Harry and to them, the funny and easy-going Professor Evans had hit Harry with a disarming charm!

Ciris Black and Remus Lupin were also startled, glaring at Lily Evans at the door in disbelief.

Merlin's glasses!They're not mistaken?!Lily?!Attacking James's son?!Was she under the Imperius curse?!Didn't she come to help them tonight?

However, this surprise did not slow down their reaction speed. Siris Black almost snapped at Snape's wand at Lily Evans' throat and swooped down on the dusty floor of the screaming shack.

Almost immediately, Sirius felt for a wand, which was Lupin's, and now it was in his hand again.

Lupin could only watch as his wand reached Siris. But Siris's reaction was not slow, and he immediately pointed to his friend and shouted, "Stop!"

Lupin felt the restraint on him disappear immediately. He sprang to the side, rolled on the ground, and got to his feet quickly. Harry's wand that had been knocked away by Lily Evans was already in his hand.

Then they both raised their wands almost at the same time, Lupin's wand aimed at Snape, and Sirith's wand at the squeaky mouse in Ron Weasley's arms.