some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 195 The Old Aunt

In the large empty classroom, there were only Snape and two vicious men.

Snape was only wearing a light-transmitting black robe from top to bottom, and he was naked underneath, nothing else.

He tugged at the collar, and his clothes shrank slightly, so that his graceful figure was fully outlined, especially his pair of slender and round thighs, giving people a feeling that if they were dressed as women, they would be beautiful.

Dawlish was a strong man, with his curly hair cut short and a serious, grey-gray whole.

Dawlish just stared into Snape's eyes, the straight-line distance between the two faces was not even more than five centimeters.

His throat moved and he swallowed.

Dawlish seemed to want to see what Snape was thinking through those eyes, but unfortunately... nothing.

Wait...he saw it, what was that?
It seems to be myself...

Who is hugging?

Kingsley?
Hey, hell, he occasionally has this kind of idea, but he never implements it!
Could it be that he was drunk...forcibly?

No, damn it!
Dawlish immediately realized that he had been tricked. Not only did Snape see his thoughts through insanity, but he also immediately forged a memory to let him see it on purpose!

Terrible magical attainments!

Cold sweat dripped down Dawlish's face.

Kingsley Shacklebolt didn't know what happened between the two of them, he was still watching Snape with relish, waiting for Dawlish to get tired of playing, and he stepped forward to play.

As far as Kingsley was concerned, he was just going through the motions to make sure that Snape wouldn't be put in trouble by Dawlish.

After all, he was Dumbledore's man, body and soul... Dumbledore's man through and through.

It can only be said that this time the incident became a big deal, a professor was blatantly dead, and the matter of Gringotts was involved, so the Ministry of Magic sent so many Aurors to Hogwarts with such fanfare.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

Dawlish found that he was no match for Snape, and turned to interrogation.

"Eleven years." Snape looked impatient.

The Ministry of Magic had known for a long time that he had been interrogated in Azkaban, so he was naturally familiar with Auror's methods of handling cases.

"You applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?" Dawlish avoided Snape's eyes to prevent being instigmatized again.

"Yes." Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

Snape pursed his lips. "Obviously."

"You've applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you came to school, haven't you?"

"Yes." Snape frowned, looking annoyed.

"Do you know why Professor Dumbledore has repeatedly refused to use you?"

"He's probably afraid of my death," Snape replied stiffly.

"You may not know that most of the professors in this school are fishing in troubled waters, there are only a few who are capable, and I am the best one.

He was afraid that something would happen to me, so no one would help him.

After all, Professor Dumbledore is an out-and-out fool! "

"You... dare to say it." Dawlish said angrily.

He snorted coldly and continued:
"Then, may I think that you were jealous of Professor Quirrell and that he had applied for the position you dreamed of, so you poisoned him to death?"

"You can drink potions, but you can't talk nonsense." Snape retorted.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to brew the poison, and I just followed his orders."

"He told you to brew it and you brewed it, without even asking about the purpose?"

Snape said bitterly in a disdainful tone: "He is the principal, if I am disobedient, it is very likely that tomorrow the position of potions professor will be someone else.

The Ministry of Magic looking for me a new job? "

"Then why did Professor Dumbledore ask you to brew poison? Did he already know that Quirrell was a dark wizard?"

Snape snorted, "I don't know, maybe you should ask him, of course, he should know earlier than you Aurors."

"What do you mean?" said Dawlish, staring at Snape viciously.

Snape shrugged. "Your Ministry of Magic is always one step late, even dark wizards lurking in Hogwarts can't find it!

Maybe you should improve your abilities a bit instead of wasting time questioning me.

If you were more capable, you might have caught Quirrell long ago..."

Not everyone could resist Snape's venomous tongue. Dawlish wanted to hit him several times, but finally held back.

Hitting people on Dumbledore's territory, unless he, an Auror, doesn't want to do it!

Dawlish knew one thing: that old hag named Umbridge, because of a conflict with Stark, was knocked unconscious, and the other party did nothing, and Umbridge was kicked out of the Auror office.

This matter has been reduced to a Ministry of Magic joke!
He didn't want to be the second joke.

After the interrogation, Professor Snape left the classroom, and soon William walked in.

But beside him, there were no two big men interrogating, only an elderly witch.

She looked about five or sixty years old, with short granny gray hair and dark eyes.

He is obviously very old, but he is wearing a girl's pink clothes. This color is obviously only available to girls under the age of 20.

This contrast is so strong that it feels like a woman is acting like a baby.

If it is an innocent girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, it will look good no matter how she acts like a baby; but after a certain age, the old woman will give people a feeling of disgusting appearance.

At this moment, William actually sounded the old hag Umbridge.

She is also an old woman, but she likes to talk in a high-pitched voice, and she thinks she is a girl just by the sound.

The witch is also a person who can read words and expressions. She pouted her lips and said with a coquettish smile, "Why, my clothes don't look good?"

"No, old...Auntie, you look good in anything you wear."

William came back to his senses, and immediately said with a smile on his face.

"Auntie..." The woman couldn't hold back her face, and said with her mouth open: "Little brother, don't bark, it's only this year."

William said with a simple and honest face: "Is it your daughter? Tell me the name, maybe it is my senior sister? I may know it!"

"Go away, why don't you die!" The woman seemed to be a firecracker, she took out her wand, as if she wanted to cast a curse.

She tilted her head and smiled, put down her wand again, fumbled, and took out a transparent bottle from her pocket.

She grinned and said, "Little brother, this is a powerful veritaserum... Tell me the truth obediently... Otherwise, I'm sure I'll even find out about your bedwetting when you were a child!"

William sniffled and said with a smile: "The taste is bland, with a lemony smell..."

"Your Veritaserum...is it expired? Tonks...Auntie?!"

Nymphadora Tonks threw the bottle at William angrily!

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