HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"not now."

Snape's voice was also soft, so soft that he didn't want to break the warmth of the wind.

Reina smiled softly, twisted her waist and sat on Snape's legs, holding Snape's head with both hands. Her obsidian eyes were filled with her figure under the swaying candlelight.

After meeting Rena's loving gaze, his dark pupils slowly dilated, the fire in the fireplace seemed to grow stronger, and even the air was warm. Just when Snape wanted to look away, Rena leaned over slightly, and her soft touch was imprinted on his forehead.

Like passing through layers of white clouds in the sky, through the earth, through the stairs, and lying at the door of the cellar.

The gray light and shadow are so beautiful, and the blue adds a touch of movingness, making people want to reach out and grab it, and want to sink into the warm breeze that is soft but not irritating, refreshing but not biting.

The intoxicating warmth slowly left Snape's forehead, and there seemed to be some regret left.

"I have always been here, no matter in the past, present, or the unforeseen future, Sif. I am here for you, so I will always be here."

Reina looked at Snape again, the man she had been thinking about for a long, long time.

"If you need, I can give you a kiss to sleep every day."

Snape saw the red tips of Reina's ears, grinned, put one hand on Reina's waist, covered his eyes with the other hand, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Lena patted him on the shoulder and curled her lips.

"Nothing." Snape loosened his hand, reached forward and stroked the side of Lena's face, his fingertips passed through her hair, his thumb caressed it gently, his eyes full of tenderness.

"It's my honor." He picked up a strand of silver hair, put it to his mouth and kissed it, expressing his love.

That night, Reina did not return to the dormitory for the first time. The dark night was silent and no one knew how the two people snuggled together in the bedroom of the Potions Office spent their years in warmth.

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That morning, Fudge came to Dumbledore's office to discuss the recent events concerning Barty Crouch Jr.

"Dumbledore, what should I do? I have confirmed that the body of Azkaban is definitely that of Barty Crouch Jr. It is absolutely impossible for him to escape from prison. But the Death Eaters captured by the Aurors insisted that it was Barty Crouch Jr. and slandered Crouch Sr. The Department of Magical Exchange and Cooperation is in a mess." Fudge was so anxious that he was spinning around and feeling uneasy in the headmaster's office.

"Merlin's beard, please stop teasing that bird. The letters on my desk have shed more feathers than it has."

"Cornelly, calm down. Fawkes is almost influenced by you." Dumbledore picked up the feathers that Fawkes had dropped from the cage and held one up.

"Look, another one fell."

Fudge opened his mouth and was about to say something else when Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him.

"Okay, Cornelius, I know you're anxious, but, after all, this Death Eater is just Little Barty. You can just send a few Aurors to track down Little Barty, isn't that enough?"

"Tracking Barty Jr.? No, I've seen the body in Azkaban with my own eyes. He's dead." Fudge believed it.

"Then you won't investigate? Do you think that everything will be fine if you publish the photograph of Barty the Younger's body in the Daily Prophet and blame everything on that scheming Death Eater? Perhaps that will indeed solve the chaos in the Ministry of Magic, but you cannot help but investigate the man called Barty the Younger. This is the most important thing. You should take the initiative to obtain information." Dumbledore pushed his crescent glasses and shot Fudge with a sharp look, which calmed the flustered Fudge.

Fudge was also discouraged when he saw this, but it was not that easy to investigate someone who had already died. The Quidditch World Cup venue had already been built. If Crouch the Great was suspended for investigation at this critical time, it would directly affect international exchanges. This right to report, which was hard to obtain, was related to the reputation and status of the entire British wizarding community. Moreover, the proposal for the Triwizard Tournament had already been passed, and it was at a critical time in the planning. This matter was simply aimed at the Ministry of Magic, which was really a headache.

After seeing Fudge off, Dumbledore recalled Snape's words.

Snape came to him as soon as there was a hint of this matter. When public speculation was flying all over the place, he seemed very sure that Barty Jr. was not dead, and directly ruled out the wrong answer. If, as he said, Barty Jr.'s body was the product of Polyjuice Potion, then it would be related to Crouch the Great. But what Snape said couldn't be what Rena meant, right?

"Principal." Lupin's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

"Ah, you're here Remus."

Lupin walked in and stopped in front of Dumbledore's desk. He looked a little tired, after all, he had just spent a full moon night.

"Remus, are you okay?" Dumbledore showed his concern for his employees.

"As usual, but the wolfsbane potion that Reina sent at least won't torture my taste buds." Lupin smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Oh, really? Severus's medicine is indeed very unpalatable. No one knows what strange things he added to the potion." Dumbledore also looked bitter, shook his head, opened the drawer, grabbed a handful of colorful candies, and invited Lupin to join.

"But is there something you want me to do?" Lupin rejected Dumbledore's kindness and got to the point.

"It's like this, I do have something that requires two capable helpers - Remus, I need you and Sirius to protect Crouch I for me."

"Me and Sirius?" Lupin was a little surprised that he would be assigned such a task. Besides, what about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

"Once Barty Jr.'s escape is confirmed, Crouch will definitely be in danger. The civil unrest in the Ministry of Magic is a perfect opportunity for Voldemort to take advantage of it. No matter what happens to Crouch, it will be very disadvantageous to us."

Moreover, Barty Jr.'s affairs were closely related to Crouch Sr., so it would be time for the Order of the Phoenix to step in, Dumbledore thought carefully.

Meanwhile, Reina was also planning for this matter.

"Dobby, where are you?"

"Dobby is here miss. Dobby used the money miss gave him to travel! Dobby came back here at Christmas, but Dobby wanted to apply for a new job but no one was willing to hire Dobby who wanted to get a salary. Miss, are you going to assign Dobby a new job now?"

Dobby, with his round head, had his eyes wide open. He was wearing the green socks that Reina had given him, and had colorful stones hanging around his neck. His ears even drooped when he mentioned that he had not found a new job, but it seemed that he was living a good life.

Reina touched Dobby's head, and Dobby's mood immediately improved, his eyes sparkling. Reina took out two gold Galleons and handed them to Dobby.

"Yes, it's a new job. Dobby, this is your advance payment."