Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts

It clearly didn't dare to knock on the door easily, and instead turned around and bowed to Harry.

"This, this is Draco's room."

After bringing the person over, Dobby didn't linger for a moment, disappearing right in front of Harry with a "bang".

Harry looked at the portraits in the corridor. The paintings in the frames all seemed to depict the ancestors of the Malfoy family. They were all dressed in rich clothes and had arrogant expressions.

Furthermore, some of the figures in the animated portraits, upon seeing Harry, loudly discussed his hairstyle, as if saying he was some wild monkey from the countryside.

Harry scratched his head awkwardly, feeling that this manor was not a suitable place for him.

Now, he can only hope that the boy living behind the door is a friendly and normal person.

"Boom boom boom!"

He reached out and knocked on the door.

He didn't have to wait long before a boy with light blond hair, gray eyes, pale skin, and a pointed chin opened the door from the inside.

He possessed an inherent arrogance, holding his head high as if looking down on people.

To be honest, Harry's first impression of the boy wasn't very good, a completely different feeling from when he first met Luna and Hermione.

"Hello, my name is Dudley Dursley."

Harry took the initiative to greet him and introduce him.

However, the boy with light blond hair just hummed softly and then asked.

"so what?"

“My teacher is Severus Snape, and he brought me to visit your house. Hmm, Mr. Malfoy said that perhaps I could get to know you? Your name is Draco, right?”

Harry tried his best to maintain his politeness; he felt he couldn't let his teacher down.

"Oh, so you're Snape's student."

Draco drew out his words, as if he had heard of Harry long ago.

But Harry subconsciously frowned at his address to Severus, though he remained silent.

By this time, Draco had moved aside, and he still spoke in that arrogant and cocky tone.

"come in."

These words sound very uncomfortable, like some kind of charity being given.

Harry went into his room and found it to be much bigger than Aunt Petunia’s living room!

Inside was a four-poster bed that was nearly three meters wide, with a snow-white cashmere carpet on the floor. The huge crystal chandelier was something that even Uncle Vernon might not be able to afford with five years' worth of salary.

There were various posters hanging on the walls. Harry recognized some of them; they seemed to be players from a sport called Quidditch in the wizarding world. Most of the others were unfamiliar to Harry.

Draco noticed Harry's gaze on the posters on the wall, and his voice unusually showed some interest.

"You also watched the 1986 Quidditch World Cup? Maxi Branch III was cool, right? He was the captain and Seeker of the U.S. Quidditch national team, and he had a highlight moment when he led the U.S. national team to the World Cup for the first time!"

“My dad gave me a dozen gallons to bet on, so I bet on Maxi. But in the end, Madagascar won, right there in the VIP box. I was so angry that I smashed a glass!”

Harry was completely confused. He was very interested in flying broomsticks, but he didn't know what Quidditch was or what the Quidditch World Cup was.

He didn't mean to pretend he knew anything; he just said it directly.

"Sorry, I don't know any of this. I don't even know what Quidditch is."

"You don't know what Quidditch is?"

Draco's voice sounded incredulous as he crossed his arms and looked Harry up and down.

"Do you know Wizard Chess? It's those chess pieces that can fight each other on the board. At the beginning of this year, my dad took me to watch the International Wizard Chess Championship. Although I found the process boring, I understand the rules fairly well."

"Um, sorry, I've never seen it either."

Have you ever ridden a Pegasus?

"No."

Have you ever been to the dragon sanctuary in Romania? Did you see those dragons in person?

"No."

"Perhaps your entertainment is low-class, but you must know Gao Bushi, right?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know any of these things."

The air fell silent. Draco stopped talking, and Harry didn't want to either. The two just stared at each other until Draco suddenly seemed to notice something and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"I know! You're a Mudblood!"

Harry, who had been harboring resentment ever since Dobby led him up, didn't understand the meaning of the word "Mudblood," but he could tell from Draco's tone that it was definitely not a good word!

What is Mud Clan?

"Of course it's someone whose parents are both Muggles, filthy and lowly, who has tainted the name of wizard with that vile blood!"

Draco sneered.

Harry was still trying to control himself, his hands clenched into fists behind his back.

“My parents are probably wizards. Although I’m not the kind of person you’re describing, I think you’re very rude.”

"Stop pretending! A Mudblood is a Mudblood! And you say 'they should all be wizards'? Does anyone not even know what their parents are? Your excuse is so lame!"

"You'd better not continue talking to me in that tone."

"What? Are you getting angry? Snape is incredibly stupid; he actually took a Mudblood as a student! I think I'll have to talk to my father and tell him to never associate with someone like that again."

Harry pounced on Draco like a nimble cheetah!

He tackled the unsuspecting Draco to the ground, straddled him, and then swung his fist down at the boy's pale, terrified face!

"Didn't you brush your teeth this morning?! I told you, you better not talk to me with that stinky breath!"

living room.

After Severus uttered those words, the pure-blood wizards all looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some of them might have thought Severus's words were a bit alarmist, but they all anticipated that possibility.

If Barty Jr. hadn't been stopped by Severus, things would have really gotten much bigger.

Seven children were killed by werewolves, and Barty Crouch, the head of the Department of Execution, was murdered in his home by his own son. Then the Dark Mark lit up, and he announced that the Death Eaters had returned, but the Dark Lord did not.

What kind of commotion will the Ministry of Magic make?

What will the wizards and the common people think?

The Aurors will hunt down Barty and his group like mad dogs. The wizarding community, who have enjoyed eight years of peace and never want to return to the turbulent past, will be even more enraged!

Aside from the Dark Lord himself appearing, no one else could have brought this situation under control.

If Bati is caught, that's fine, but if he isn't, someone still has to be held responsible for this.

Who should be held responsible?

In this magical world, who else has connections with the Death Eaters?

The answer is already obvious.

Although many pure-blood wizards sitting here felt that even if things really developed to that point, they couldn't possibly be facing certain death as Severus had said.

But a severe hemorrhage is definitely inevitable.

While these people were pondering, Lucius had already figured everything out. He continued to watch Severus casually pick up a cup of tea and slowly take a sip.

“What you did was to stop him from making things worse, but Barty Jr. isn’t satisfied with that. He’s come to us, wanting our help to rebuild the Death Eaters’ structure so he can go find the Dark Lord!”

“You’re very reluctant, aren’t you?” Severus raised an eyebrow.

“If we wanted to, we wouldn’t have been bluffing you when you walked in; we would have just attacked you,” Perkins said somberly.

“But what if the Dark Lord really does come back?” Nott voiced their true concern. “We’re reluctant to agree to Barty’s request, but we don’t dare to refuse him! What will we do if he really brings the Dark Lord back? Our actions would be betrayal!”

"betray?"

Severus repeated the word softly, then shook his head.

"Your understanding is far too superficial."

“Isn’t it?” Goyle raised his voice. “If the Dark Lord is truly still alive, when we should have wholeheartedly supported him the first time, we chose to protect ourselves. Now, he has truly loyal servants who have stepped forward, wanting our help to continue searching for him, and we still refuse! Isn’t that betrayal?”

“You’re right, but all of this is based on the premise that Little Barty is doing this for the Dark Lord’s own good, and that he wants to find him.”

Severus merely glanced at the dozen or so people sitting there.

"But even if the Dark Lord is still alive, his absence all these years must have a plan. If we are truly loyal to him, the best thing we should do is to pretend to lie low in the magical world, accumulate strength, and wait for his return, instead of causing trouble under the guise of the Death Eaters and bringing him enormous trouble!"

"In that case, you can just fool yourself! Do you think the Dark Lord would believe you if you told him this in the end?"

"A pure-blood wizard named Rozier said impatiently."

"Stop trying to fool us with those words. Nobody here is a fool, not even the Dark Lord! Just look him in the eye, and he'll know exactly what we're thinking. Even if you use the most flowery words to explain your loyalty, you won't escape the final punishment!"

The other pure-blood wizards clearly thought the same thing.

Severus's words are pure sophistry!

The explanation of Voldemort isn't a debate; it's about whether he believes it or not!

That obviously wouldn't convince him, especially after Little Barty actually managed to bring him back.

“I know what you’re thinking, but if you can’t even convince yourselves of this loyalty, how can you expect the Dark Lord to believe it?”

“You guys don’t really understand how to define loyalty with the Dark Lord. The key isn’t what you’re doing in the wizarding world right now, but that if he’s really still alive, you should be the first to find him! Get ahead of Barty and define your own behavior, and also define the behavior of those so-called loyal Death Eaters.”

"In short, we must be the ones to accuse the guilty party first!"

Severus's words struck Lucius as absurd.

"Do you even know what you're saying, Severus?!"

“Of course I know!” Severus stood up from his chair and looked down at the others. “The reason you don’t want to help Barty find the Dark Lord is that even if the Dark Lord is still alive, and you help Barty find him, the credit will ultimately go to Barty. Your status will be much lower than before, and you will be overshadowed by the likes of Lestrange.”

"But if you don't help him find him, and you're afraid he might actually bring back the Dark Lord, then your fate will only be more tragic."

"That's why you all came to me and gathered here together."

"But now there is a way that has the best of both worlds."

“We can completely sever ties with Barty Jr., refuse to provide him with any help or cooperation, and show that we have our own way of demonstrating our loyalty to the Dark Lord, so that the Ministry of Magic can trust us.”

"Then, we'll secretly bring the Dark Lord back ourselves! We'll help him, serve him! We'll prove to him that the people he truly trusts, is loyal to, and is reliable are actually us! Not the so-called Crouch and Lestrange!"

Lucius, somewhat flustered yet delighted, stood up from his chair, causing many others around him to also stand up in shock.

"You, you're talking nonsense! Severus! Even Barty Jr. doesn't have any concrete information about the Dark Lord! How could we possibly bring him back?"

At this moment, Severus slowly sat back down in the high-backed chair.

He crossed his legs, leisurely picked up the teacup, and calmly said...

"I might actually have some clues that no one else knows about."

Chapter 107 Master! It's me!

"You'd better not be joking, Severus!"

Not only were the pure-blood wizards, led by Lucius, questioning Severus with great tension, but even the ghost Snape within him was clearly agitated.

"You knew where he was hiding? Then why didn't you tell Dumbledore beforehand!"

Severus ignored Snape's questioning; he simply put down his teacup, faced the gazes of the pure-blood wizards, and answered.

“I’m not in the mood for jokes right now. One night before the Dark Lord disappeared, he secretly summoned me and we talked about some things.”

“He never mentioned these things to anyone else. He clearly trusts me more and recognizes my loyalty to him.”

“Originally, I didn’t intend to tell you insects about this, but Little Barty’s behavior has seriously disrupted the master’s plans.”

Lucius held his breath!

Not only him, but everyone else was well aware of why they were so passive when it came to Barty's situation.

Just as Severus said, because there is no perfect solution.

If they agree to help him, their current lavish lifestyle and status in the magical world may be at risk.