The office of the head of Slytherin House and the professor of potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is underground, perhaps because of the perennial darkness and dampness, the air is always filled with the smell of mold, and with the potion materials of various plants and animals, it is difficult for anyone to fall in love with the smell here.

Sneeze –

Standing outside the office door, Amosta sneezed at the smell coming through the crack in the door, rubbed his nose, muttered twice in dissatisfaction, didn't knock on the door, and directly used magic to remove the defensive magic of this office.

An eerie green glow came from behind the open door, emitted by a pile of soaking animal and plant specimens on the wall. Professor Snape turned his head and looked at Amosta with a blank expression,

"I still appreciate the way you were at Hogwarts, Amosta, much more polite than you are now--"

"It was a last resort, Professor—" Amosta tucked her wand back into her sleeve without changing her face, "and I don't really like red tape myself. ”

Snape snorted coldly, and continued to grind the lionfish backbone from the basin on the table into powder.

It seemed that Professor Snape was not in a good mood, and Amosta smiled, and walked past Professor Snape, and walked into the cubicle where the potions were stored, looking at the various valuable potions materials with great interest.

"Hmm, a new batch of goods?"

Looking at the stuffed potion ingredients, Amosta took out a small glass bottle from the middle with interest and looked at it in the dim light.

"Hey, gill grass, look at this perfect condition, it should be from the place of origin, not something that the uneducated wizards of Algiers have bred in the bathtub, this one is expensive!"

"Put things down, Amosta, that's what I prepared for the seventh graders who are facing the NEWTS exam."

Snape didn't look back, and said indifferently.

Well-

Amosta pursed his lips and put the glass bottle back into the distance, his gaze wandering around again, where Professor Snape had almost finished his hands in the sink with the materials he was going to use for class.

"What the hell is going on with that woman?"

When Snape returned to the table, he found that Amosta had nowhere to reach a bottle of vitality tonic, and he drank it clean in a few sips, smacking his mouth in a heart.

Seeing this, Professor Snape's thin lips trembled, and after taking a deep breath, he suppressed the urge to provoke people in his heart, and suddenly asked a question that had no beginning or end.

"I know a lot of Lady Ground, Professor--" Amosta said, raising an eyebrow, "that one do you mean?" ”

"The one who made you famous, and once surpassed our beloved Headmaster," said Snape, ignoring Amosta's gags, and said calmly,

"The newspaper says that the woman is a dark wizard in Albania and you once tried to send her to prison but she slipped away. In recent years, it has been more difficult to find two truths from the Daily Prophet than to hear the truth from the godson of the convict who narrowly escaped from Azkaban. ”

It took Amosta a few seconds to realize who the 'godson of the escaped criminals of Azkaban' was referring to, and he laughed a few times, and instead of answering the question, he asked,

"You didn't ask Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore said she didn't know anything," Snape glared sharply at Amosta's face, "and he told me that only you could answer that question." ”

"The statement in the Daily Prophet came from me, and some of it is true, I did try to catch her, and she did slip out of my hands, but it didn't happen in Albania, and as for what happened to us, it's a little secret of mine, Professor—"

There was only one reason why Professor Snape would pay attention to Vitia Cleona, and his words confirmed Amosta's suspicions.

"That woman serves the Dark Lord, right?" Snape continued.

"Why is there such speculation?" Amosta pursed her lips and looked into Professor Snape's eyes with an inquiring look, but the emotions hidden in those dark eyes were still in a fog, and it was impossible to see really,

"Did Headmaster Dumbledore reveal anything to you?"

Amosta thought that Dumbledore had told Snape that Vitia had appeared in Harry's box that night and wanted to take Harry with great fanfare, which made Professor Snape guess something, but judging from Professor Snape's subconscious shrinking of his sleeves after hearing his rhetorical question, it should not be the case.

"The mark reacted that night?"

Amosta glanced at Snape's arm, then withdrew his gaze and continued to ask.

Snape's body stiffened for a moment, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid the question, for some reason, he was a little reluctant to discuss the dark mark on his arm in front of Amosta, but in the end, he overcame this obstacle, and after nodding in an extremely faint arc, his tone became gloomy,

"As soon as I apparitioned back to my house that night, the mark on my arm reacted violently for the first time in more than a decade, and I thought the Dark Lord was hiding in my house--"

Recalling the throbbing mood at that moment, Snape's breathing rhythm unconsciously rippled, and he stared at Amosta's calm face and said,

"After checking my home and finding nothing wrong, I rushed to Hogwarts to report to Dumbledore, but Minerva told me that Dumbledore had just received an invitation from the Minister for Magic, and that it wasn't until the next day that I learned from the newspaper about what had happened the night before."

Professor Snape's face was grim,

"Dumbledore doesn't want to say more, but the Daily Prophet basically reports on your duel with the woman and, finally, the wizard you fought with—"

Snape's fist hidden in his sleeve was clenched tightly, and he pursed his lips tightly, even his breath froze,

"I know him, Amosta, with his current situation, he would never take the risk of planning such an attack that would not work, what the hell is he trying to do!"

Sirius, Remus and Professor Snape, these people are all elites of the British wizarding community, but they only smell the slightest direction of the wind, and their mentality is out of balance, you can imagine how much they suffered under Voldemort back then.

Dumbledore was reluctant to talk to Snapdo, and I am afraid that he could see that they needed a certain amount of time to ease the pressure in their hearts.

"The witch I fought in the stadium was the Dark Lord's new henchman. I don't know what they brought together, but it certainly wasn't because of the Dark Lord's charisma. The masked wizard who first appeared in the arena that night was only approached by a stupid guy to cause chaos. She's trying to kidnap Harry--"

Snape's face quietly turned pale, this news was unknown to him before.

"--It can be inferred from some of the evidence that the kidnapping of Harry on Quidditch final night was not the Dark Lord himself, but that he risked his appearance in the crowd just to save his right-hand man from me--"

When Amosta left the basement, Snape still had a lost expression, he probably expected that the Dark Lord was ready to return to the crowd by any means, and this forced him to face a past that he had not wanted to face for more than a decade.

In the evening, a light rain began to rage after midnight, and the howling wind and waves made Hogwarts fall into the abyss, and it was dark outside.

Dumbledore had changed into his dressing gown and was sitting in the chair behind his desk reading a book, and the portraits of the former Headmasters on the walls and Fawkes perched on the golden branches were already asleep.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected Amosta's appearance, but when Amosta threw a stack of materials on his desk, some helplessness appeared on his old face, and when Amosta threw out his first words, Headmaster Dumbledore's face suddenly turned to astonishment.

"Have you considered making Hogwarts independent, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

(End of chapter)