Chapter 509: Parting Ways

The Slytherin table was noisy. Viktor Krum was conveying the instructions left by the headmaster before he left to his classmates in Bulgarian. After hearing him, the young wizards of Durmstrang breathed a sigh of relief.

The days of studying abroad this school year were incredibly exciting. Not long after arriving at Hogwarts, they saw the Unforgivable Curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The retired Auror professor who looked very fierce told them that the headmaster was once a tried magical terrorist...

He disappeared quietly just after the third project was over, and then the Ministry of Magic staff searched everywhere... It looked like their headmaster had fled for fear of crime.

The long tables of other colleges were also lively. The most critical protagonist Harry was not present. The curious young wizards could only surround the warriors and chatter about the structure of the maze, the levels and obstacles they encountered.

Some young wizards would pat their chests and talk loudly about how they would deal with it. If they were in their place, they would definitely not let Harry win by chance.

"Cedric, Cedric, who won in the end?" Justin asked nervously.

Cedric smiled slightly: "It was Harry. He overcame the last difficulty with his strength and wisdom and walked out of the maze with the trophy."

The little wizards of Gryffindor shouted in surprise. The little wizards of Hufflepuff were silent for only a few seconds, and then mixed with them, cheering for the common honor of Hogwarts.

At the end of the long table, Loren, holding a calendar, was calculating how long this summer vacation would last. Hermione sat on his right.

Hermione, who was reading the newspaper, was particularly quiet. She lowered her head slightly, her fluffy and slightly curly hair drooped naturally, her eyebrows were slightly thin, her eyelids were slightly drooping, her long eyelashes occasionally fluttered, her slightly upturned nose was delicate and white, and her lips were slightly thin.

There was a small stack of "The Daily Prophet" below the top one. It seemed that she bought a copy of all the newspapers on sale and checked the news on each page one by one.

Loren thought about it, shook his shoulder and bumped the person next to him: "Hermione, this summer vacation is only two months, so you won't go on a long trip?"

"Yeah."

Hermione turned another page of the newspaper in her hand and sighed softly, "I don't know what measures the Ministry of Magic officials will take against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Minister Cornelius Fudge always gives me an unreliable feeling."

"Let's see if they will believe Harry's confession."

...

"Harry, sign here." Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the little wizard in front of him and wrote his name seriously, and sighed silently in his heart, "Okay, I have recorded what you said, and the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic will verify it next. Go back and enjoy your banquet..."

Harry grinned and gave the Auror Office Director a smile, got up and trotted out of the room, completely ignoring the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, who was sitting next to him.

This pink toad is still so disgusting. At his age, his smile is more pretentious than that of a first-year student.

Listening to Harry's footsteps gradually fading away, Umbridge looked at the people around her with a smile: "Rufus, wise Auror Office Director, you don't really believe this bizarre and absurd fantasy story, do you?"

Rufus Scrimgeour remained silent. Although he personally preferred Dumbledore, this story was indeed too absurd. There were too many vague places and too many details missing.

He didn't know whether Dumbledore asked to conceal these details, or whether Harry Potter, who survived the disaster, failed to imagine these details...

"It's so funny, Dumbledore is really old and confused. Anyone with a brain would not believe such a fairy tale." Umbridge covered her mouth and giggled as she walked out the door, "I must tell the people in the Wizengamot... How could a fourth-grade wizard escape from the hands of the mysterious man?"

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the signature on the paper, with a dark glimmer in his eyes.

But this boy defeated that man when he was one year old.

...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a slow and powerful knock on the door. After a short pause, the black wizard gave the young witch a look. Just as the young witch raised her hand to knock on the door again, a steady response came from the door.

"Come in."

The young witch and the black wizard in front of the door looked at each other. The young witch tilted her head and pushed open the door of the underground office.

The black wizard saw the Slytherin Dean behind the desk at a glance. His hair was greasy and a little messy, not as good as his bald head. The man held a feather pen in his right hand and quickly scratched on the form. After filling in the last item, he casually put the feather pen into the ink bottle and looked up at him.

The young witch glanced at the professor of potions, then glanced at his hair, and calmly let her pink hair dim a little.

With the weak light, Snape looked at the two people in front of him.

The young witch's heart-shaped face has not changed much compared to a few years ago. You can still vaguely see some familiar shadows, and the unnatural hair color is a unique symbol... I still remember that during the fifth-year potion test, this little witch encountered difficulties in identifying potions by their colors, and used her hair as a color chart.

Originally, he was going to judge this person for cheating, but Dean Sprout stopped him by exchanging a few potion plants.

The black wizard was tall and bald. If it weren't for the oddly patterned round hat, the office might be brighter. He was wearing a classic Auror uniform, with the emblem on his left chest indicating his position as captain.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, captain of the second Auror team in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, a member of the Order of the Phoenix... These data flashed through Snape's mind quickly, and finally turned into a slow inquiry: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Kingsley walked into the dim room, looking straight ahead, as if he couldn't see the various scary glass jars on the shelves on both sides, and stretched out his hand to the person behind the desk without changing his expression:

"Hello, Professor Severus Snape, I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Hello."

The young witch smiled casually: "Nymphadora Tonks, from Hufflepuff College, Professor, do you remember me?"

"..." Snape ignored her.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Kingsley Shacklebolt broke the silence in a familiar manner, with a businesslike look on his face, as if he was not the one who received Dumbledore's message ten minutes ago and took the initiative to take over this task. "Next, I will record all your statements about the incident involving Crouch and his son last night, Professor Snape. Before that, I need to test your wand."

"..." Snape lowered his eyes slightly and handed the wand over silently.

"Forgive my offense..." Kingsley Shacklebolt took the wand and checked it once. Tonks meticulously wrote in the record book "Birch bark, snake nerve, thirteen and a half inches."

Then Kingsley pointed his wand at another wand and said in a deep voice: "【Flashback spell】"

The birch wand coated with tung oil trembled slightly, and a gray smoke sprayed out from the tip of the wand. In the hazy mist, a swirling wind condensed into shape, followed by a quietly burning flame and a clear explosion...

Tonks wrote down in the record book: [Whirlwind Sweep Clear] [Burning Flames] [Apparition]...

"The spells cast last night will be compared with the written records for verification, Professor Snape, I need to know some detailed information, including these The use scenario of the spell, the specific time of casting the spell. "

Snape answered slowly without any impatience: "The previous few spells were released after returning to the castle, used for some light potion-related research..."

"I noticed that there were no spells used for dueling in the spell records last night. Does this mean that you did not have a direct conflict with the Crouch father and son, Professor Snape?"

Snape frowned slightly, as if recalling what happened last night, and nodded after a pause: "You can say that."

"..."