The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Facing Slughorn's loud yell, Dumbledore just smiled lightly and did not respond.

It was as if Slughorn had just played a joke on him.

Link, on the other hand, speculated maliciously that Dumbledore simply didn't want to give Slughorn a raise.

After all, as long as he doesn't respond, he can treat it as if he didn't hear it.

Dumbledore seemed to have noticed Link's strange gaze, and asked while walking on the country road with Link:

"How do you feel about Slughorn?"

Hearing this, Link thought of the other party's pretentious and condescending appearance before, and couldn't help laughing:

"An interesting guy."

"Are you trying to say that he is vain and thick-skinned?" Dumbledore said, "After all, when he heard that you were Link Foley, and he was willing to admit that he was your teacher, his whole attitude immediately changed. changed."

Link raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

Upon seeing this, Dumbledore continued:

"I must say that your first impression of him was correct. Horace did enjoy material comforts, but he also liked the company of famous, successful, powerful people. He enjoyed the There is a feeling that everything is at his mercy, but he himself never wants to be in charge, but prefers to take a secondary position. He always says that it will be more free and easy to handle, because the risk taken is less.

When he was still at Hogwarts before, he would always choose some students he liked for special training.

And if you want to get his "like", you need to be superior in some aspects.

Sometimes it was their ambition or intelligence, sometimes their charm or talent, and he had a rather uncommon knack for picking people who would go on to be successful in all walks of life.

Horace built a club around himself, made up of his favorite students. He got them acquainted, made useful connections, and always ended up with some sort of benefit, whether it was a free case of his favorite pineapple preserves, or the chance to recommend a clerk to the Goblin Liaison Office. "

Link didn't show much surprise at Dumbledore's description.

Because with Dumbledore's narration, the memory of Slughorn in his head is slowly waking up.

It is also because he has seen too many people like Slughorn.

Regardless of whether it is the past life, the present country, or any model that exists in the world, in fact, they cannot escape the shadow of the human society.

And Slug is the ultimate representative of this kind of human society.

He is like a big spider, spit out a thread here, a thread there, and form a web around his body, attracting delicious and juicy flies to him.

"I tell you this," Dumbledore continued, "not to make you feel disgusted with Horace, but to show you his truest side. Knowing the new professor fully, this is Your rights as one of the Hogwarts Quartet.

Of course, he will definitely attack you later.

After all, you are "the most gifted and talented wizard in the past thousands of years" in his mouth, I think he must win you over.

In this way, there is one more important collection in his collection cabinet that is worth bragging about for a lifetime.

However, I don't think I should worry about these things, you can definitely handle them, right? "

In this regard, Dumbledore has full confidence in Link.

With Link's intelligence and cunning, he felt that if Slughorn's social skills were really strong enough to draw Link into his network.

Then there was no need for Slughorn to move around in hiding (g).

In front of him, Voldemort and Death Eaters are probably just third-rate forces.

It was precisely because of this confidence that he didn't even look at Link's expression when he spoke.

He knew that Link must have the same idea as him.

There was just one thing, but it was constantly attracting his attention.

That is the Foley family crest brooch that Link wears on his chest.

As far as Dumbledore knows, this is the core brooch manufactured by the Foley family by absorbing the cutting-edge technology of the Auror army.

Dumbledore, who has many functions in it, dare not guess.

When he was in Beauxbatons before, Link relied on the spatial positioning ability on this brooch to summon the Hunters and Auror troops stationed in the country.

But at this moment, it is flashing a faint blue light regularly.

"This is someone sending me a message," Link explained, taking off the brooch and starting to check, "I was embarrassed to interrupt you because of the excitement of your words. Now that you have finished speaking, I At once……"

Link's words stopped abruptly, the smile on his face disappeared, his brows were slightly frowned, and his whole body suddenly became serious.

Dumbledore said:

"What happened?"

"It's the French Ministry of Magic," Link put down the brooch and said expressionlessly, "The revenge over there has arrived."

...

ten minutes later.

A secret room in the Ministry of Magic.

Link and Dumbledore slowly emerged from the flames.

Seeing this, Newland, Percy and others in the secret room moved closer to say hello.

Dumbledore responded with a smile, while Link nodded expressionlessly, and then focused his attention on the blond woman on a tied chair in the center of the chamber.

Link already knew the details from the information Newland sent him.

So he also recognized that this was the blond OL woman who had been 'visiting' at Newland's house earlier.

However, compared with before, this woman is no longer as calm and calm as before. Although her overall clothes are still in good condition and she doesn't seem to have much trauma, her expression is not only dull, but also has a sense of despair. The breath seemed to have been spoiled.

"Ahem..."

Percy coughed a few times, and explained with some embarrassment, "This is because we used Veritaserum and Legilimency spells too hard. But it doesn't matter, we have already carried out initial treatment for her, and she will be at most after that." It will be a little forgetful, and it will not become a fool."

Link nodded and said:

"So, did she say anything useful?"

Hearing this, Percy's expression became even more embarrassed.

The whole person stammered and hawed for a long time, and then said:

"Unfortunately, Your Excellency Foley, her brain has been restricted. Although we used the appropriate Veritaserum and Legilimency to bypass this part of the restriction, the information we can obtain in this way is only That leaves her from France."

"In other words, you didn't actually come up with any useful information?"

Hearing what Link said, Percy, Newland and the others were in a state of sympathy, and the atmosphere in the secret room became dull.

"Newland, you are a hero, you don't have to."

Link looked at Newland, and spoke in a slowed down voice.

Hearing this, Newland breathed a sigh of relief.

He too had calmed down after the initial excitement had passed.

To him, catching such a French spy was actually not a completely good thing.

Especially under the premise that the other party can't provide much useful information at all.

This is likely to make Link suspicious of him too.

After all, flies don't bite seamless eggs, and the fact that the group of Frenchmen can stare at him shows that he has a flaw.

If Link really thinks so, then let alone a promotion and salary increase, Link would be pretty good if he didn't give him little shoes to wear.

Judging from the current situation, Link doesn't seem to have such an idea, at least not on the surface.

"Thank you for your trust, Your Excellency Foley."

Newland bowed to salute, and said respectfully.

Seeing this, Link waved his hand and said:

"I said, it doesn't have to be like this. If you have done meritorious service, the internship in the Auror office will end early and become a regular. In addition, I will personally give you a bonus of 500 Galleons."

"Really?"

Newland asked excitedly, and then realized his impoliteness, quickly covered his mouth, and just kept thanking Link.

It's just a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he can't hide it.

You know, he originally had no hope for the so-called reward.

But Link still gave him all of these.

Not to mention the 500 Gold Galleon bonus.

This amount of money is indeed a lot, enough for him to add several pairs of potions to replenish his mother's health.

But the most important thing is to turn positive in advance.

After being promoted in this way, he is the second of this batch of new recruits to the Ministry of Magic to become a full-time employee.

He was second only to Cedric in the ranking, and he was able to shake off Sceffen fiercely!

After that, he will be able to mock Sceffen as a senior in an open and aboveboard manner!

This is what makes him feel the happiest!

Even now, he already felt that someone had cast envious and resentful eyes on him.

This must be Sceffen!

Only this guy can be so narrow-minded!

Thinking of Newland in this way, he felt so happy that he could hardly breathe.

Nothing could make Sceffen unhappy and make him even happier.

However, when he raised his head slightly and turned his head to look at the resentful gaze with a flushed face showing off, what he saw was Percy's slightly distorted face.

Forehead.

Newland was slightly taken aback.

He really didn't expect that the person who was full of resentment towards him would be Percy.

It doesn't make sense!

Newland couldn't figure it out, he could only restrain his smile and tilt his head slightly to avoid looking directly at Percy.

For now, he can't afford to offend a 'big guy' like Percy.

But in the next moment, he understood the reason.

Because Link's voice has sounded again.

"As for you, Percy, continue to intensify the investigation and find out all the rats from France." Link's tone was completely different from when he spoke to Newland before, deep and full of majesty, "In addition, what I explained earlier How is the task of clearing up the remaining power of the Death Eaters for you?"

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"Sorry, Your Excellency Foley, we have tried our best." Percy leaned down and said, "In the past month or so, we have conducted intensive interrogation of Lucius Malfoy, and we have also sent the entire country I turned it upside down, but still didn't gain much. I thought... there shouldn't be any so-called Death Eaters left."

"What do you think? When will it be your turn? Don't forget, Peter Pettigrew hasn't been caught yet!"

Link suddenly increased his tone, "Intensify efforts to continue the search, and at the same time expand the scope of the search to the entire Europe. I suspect that the group of Death Eaters have left the country!"

Percy's eyes nearly popped out of his mouth when he said that.

He widened his eyes and looked at Link with an incredulous look.

You must know that it is a violation of the International Wizarding Agreement to conduct searches across borders without authorization.

Just looking at Link's stern gaze, Percy finally closed his mouth and bowed his head to express his submission.

"Link, what about this female spy? How do you plan to deal with it?" Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere in the secret room was too tense, Cedric said softly, "Otherwise, return her to the The International Federation of Wizards, by the way, we can also raise a wave of condemnation, which can be regarded as a counterattack against the French Ministry of Magic."

Link heard this and turned to look at Cedric.

I have to say, this is indeed a good way.

In other words, waste utilization.

Anyway, this female spy has no intelligence value.

The restriction in her mind has already blocked almost all the roads.

Even masters at the level of Link and Dumbledore can't do anything about this kind of ban at the level of 'deletion'.

And in this case, it is better to throw her out, so that the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China can regain the moral high ground and ease the pressure of international condemnation.

However, Link had other ideas.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly and said:

"No, let's keep her for a while, I always feel that if I keep her, I can catch more big fish!"

"You mean... she is not the only spy who came to the country this time?"

Cedric's expression suddenly became serious.

Link nodded with a smile, turned his head and said as he walked:

"Anyway, everyone, tense up your relaxed nerves. Next, I'm afraid we're about to face a fierce battle!"

Hearing this, Percy and the others bowed down to salute and say goodbye.

Dumbledore looked at Link calmly.

Although he also followed tonight, he kept silent and acted as an observer.

And he, the observer, did observe something different.

For example, Link has indeed grown from a student to an outstanding leader.

For another example, although Link's team is young, it also has the unity and vigor that the original Ministry of Magic did not have!

This is a brand-new combination full of hope, and Dumbledore also firmly believes that such a combination will surely lead the Ministry of Magic of the Nation, and even the entire magic community of the Nation to overcome the next difficulties.

So much so, great again!

While thinking, Link slowly came to his side.

Dumbledore smiled gently at Link, and then the phoenix flames wrapped their bodies again.

...

Spider Alley.

There is a small living room in a dilapidated red brick house.

It's just a living room, but it feels like a soft-walled cell in a psychiatric hospital or a detention center that is specially arranged to prevent prisoners from self-injury.

The walls here are lined with books, mostly in old black or brown leather covers; a candle-lit lamp hangs from the ceiling, casting a dim circle of light in which they are crowded together. A scuffed sofa, an old armchair and a rickety table.

It was already late at night, and even the magic flame exuding a cold aura in the fireplace was about to be extinguished, only the remaining sparks were still struggling to provide coolness for this not-so-large living room.

And Snape was sitting on the almost rotten sofa, staring blankly at the fireplace in front of him.

He looked emaciated.

His face was pale like a drowned dead man, but there were two thick dark circles under his eyes.

"Crunch—"

The candle lamp hanging from the ceiling suddenly shook for no reason.

The movement jolted Snape out of his stupor.

Because, this is an early warning that the warning spell is triggered!

His eyes became sharp and deep again, and at this moment the gloomy and mean Snape seemed to have returned.

The wand appeared in Snape's hand in an instant, he got up quietly and came to the door, turned sideways, and carefully pulled the latch.

The door was pulled open, and then caught on its hinges, revealing only a thin crack.

Standing outside the door were two people covered in black robes.

They seemed to be about to knock on the door, but they were startled by the sudden movement, and they all took a step back.

The headed man in black also protected the other behind his back.

But after seeing the deep and indifferent eyes behind the crack of the door, the man in black heaved a sigh of relief.

She pulled back her hood, revealing her long blonde hair and her haggard but beautiful face.

"Narcissa!"

As Snape spoke, he would unhinge the hinges and widen the door, allowing the light in the room to shine on the person behind her again, "And Draco? What a surprise and joy! "

"Severus," Narcissa whispered nervously, "may I talk to you? It's urgent."

"certainly."

Snape stepped back, letting them into the room.

They looked so tense, and their robed bodies were sweating so much that Draco's entire face was hot and red as if it had been steamed.

Seeing this, Snape pointed to the fireplace lightly with his wand.

The magic flame that was about to go out in the furnace suddenly ignited again.

A strong coolness radiated out along with the burning of the flames, causing the temperature in the entire living room to drop a lot.

After finishing all this, Snape turned his head, looked at Draco and Narcissa who were obviously relieved, and said:

"So, what can I do for you?"

"There...is there no one else here?"

Narcissa asked softly, looking extremely worried.

"Oh, of course not." Snape rummaged through the cabinet, "Drink something? You're in a panic right now, maybe you need some wine."

Narcissa nodded, took a gulp of the wine from Snape and said:

"Lucius, you should also drink some and sleep again in a while. Your complexion looks terrible now, as if you haven't slept for a long time."

Snape glanced at the wine bottle in his hand, shook his head and said:

"No, I don't want to drink, and I can't sleep."

Such an answer was obviously beyond Narcissa's expectation.

But then, as if she had thought of something, she asked with some concern:

"Are you having nightmares again?"

"Nightmare?"

Draco raised his head in bewilderment.

But his mother shook her head when she heard the words, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

Snape hadn't been sleeping very well.

Because every once in a while, he would have continuous nightmares.

And the content of that dream is that unbearable student time.

And, the scene where Lily died.

This was a secret that only a very few people close to Snape could know, and Narcissa didn't intend to reveal it to her son.

And listening to Narcissa's inquiry, Snape seemed to have returned to his original sluggish appearance.

He said slowly in a voice that was almost dreamy:

"This nightmare is completely different from before. It was a completely dark dream, but in the sky, there was a huge face. There was a smile on that face, and I couldn't see him or say, It's her face, but the other person feels very familiar to me, even...very warm. I think I should know her. She just keeps saying to me in the air, I love you, I love you You, I love you..."

Narcissa frowned slightly.

She felt that Snape's mental state had probably reached a critical point close to collapse.

The pain that Lily's death caused him was too great.

Even though Snape was a master of Occlumency, it looked like the pain was going to drive him crazy.

Narcissa opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something to comfort her.

But at this moment, Snape suddenly looked at her and said:

"Strictly speaking, it's not really a nightmare at all. Because that dream gave me such a good feeling, it was as beautiful as returning to the best time in my life, and it made people linger. But It is precisely because of this that I find it terrifying. This beauty is so abnormal! I am worried that if I fall asleep again, I will never want to wake up again. "

Narcissa, who was stunned for a moment, was speechless and could only smile awkwardly.

And Snape's eyes had completely recovered after all this was said.

He slowly took out a new wine glass, and then said lightly:

"Then, the greetings are over, I think it's time to talk about something serious. After all, you shouldn't be here just to care about my body, right?"

As soon as the words came out, Draco pursed his lips nervously.

And Narcissa kept rubbing her hands, and finally took a deep breath and said:

"Severus, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I have to come to see you. I think you're the only one who can help me!"

"So, what's the matter?"

Snape nodded and said, then pulled Draco to sit down on the soft chair beside him, and poured him a glass of wine at the same time.

He could tell that Draco was even more nervous than his mother, and was shaking all over by now.

But Draco didn't gulp down the drink like his mother did.

He grabbed Snape's arm with his backhand, and begged in a trembling voice:

"Professor, my father... father... please save my father!"

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