"I didn't expect the informer to be Pettigrew.”
Dumbledore looked at Snape, who was gnashing his teeth in anger.
"Calm down, Severus,"
"We can't be sure of the truth of this matter!”
Snape looked at the kindly old man before him, suppressing the fury that was about to erupt in his heart.
He had thought Sirius was the snitch, and it had been nine years since Sirius had been locked up in Azkaban.
His hatred for Sirius had subsided considerably.
But now?
If Quirrell was telling the truth, it meant that the real informant was still at large, and Sirius had been used as a scapegoat for nine years!
At the thought of this, Snape felt a sudden sense of relief.
None of the four-man team from back then had a good ending!
Sirius was no exception!
"Severus, don't you forget, Quirrell and Voldemort are in cahoots!”
"Do you think Pettigrew would've done something like this if he'd been a Death Eater?”
said Dumbledore, who had met Pettigrew in the Order of the Phoenix.
He could not believe that the child in front of him belonged to Gryffindor.
Because he was too timid, completely different from Gryffindor.
Even Snape was wondering how Pettigrew had had the courage to pick up his wand, especially against Voldemort.
Nothing could withstand scrutiny.
His mind gradually calmed down.
Quirrell's words could not be completely trusted.
And according to Filch, Quirrell was alone in the room.
So where did Pettigrew escape from?
No one knew, not even Quirrell.
"Heh, I'll investigate the truth of this matter!”
Snape stared at Dumbledore with his dark eyes as he spoke.
"If it's really Pettigrew, I'll kill him myself!”
With that, Snape walked out of the headmaster's office without looking back.
"Hey, what's with this guy's attitude?"
"Dumbledore, I didn't expect this to happen on your watch!”
"I told you then, that Tom Riddle boy was a Slytherin through and through!”
"President Salazar has a successor!”
“……”
The portraits of the principal hanging high on the wall were all discussing.
Dumbledore was not in the mood to listen to their useless nonsense. His eyes were filled with wisdom as he looked out the window at the distant moonlight.
Quirrell, I hope you're telling the truth.
If that was true, then there was still a hero in Azkaban who had been wronged for nine years!
Sirius Black.
Snape, who was walking alone on the dark stairs, stared ahead.
Now, he had to ask Quirrell.
He had no choice. After experiencing anger, his mind had already calmed down.
And in his conversation with Quirrell, it was obvious that he was hiding something.
Was it Voldemort's plot?
Snape thought quietly.
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Lorne opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at the two wizards who were still sleeping on the carpet. He suddenly slapped his head.
When he came back yesterday, he had forgotten to remove the illusion for the two of them.
With a snap of his fingers, the two of them stood up unsteadily.
"Good morning, both of you."
Lorne greeted them politely and walked past the two of them to wash up.
When he walked out of Slytherin's lounge and arrived at the hall on the first floor, he realized that it was snowing outside.
The cold wind that blew up swept up pieces of ice.
In the hall, there were already many Magi who had woken up early to eat breakfast and chat happily with their friends at the table.
At Gryffindor's dining table, there was also a group of people.
When Lorne walked over, he was greeted warmly by the twins.
"Good morning, Lorne!"
"Good morning, George." Lorne nodded.
"Hey, I'm Fred, not George!”
Fred, who greeted Lorne, reminded him helplessly.
"How can I tell?"
Lorne was a little speechless.
It couldn't be helped. Whether it was in terms of appearance or personality, these two people were almost identical.
Even their younger brother, Ron, might not be able to tell the difference.
I wonder what will happen to these two after they find a girlfriend?
Lorne could not help but think.
After he followed the twins to Gryffindor's table, he walked to Hermione's side.
There was no other way. After all, there were many people gathered around the others. Only Hermione was alone.
He looked lonely and pitiful.
"What book are you reading?"
Lorne looked at the title of the book curiously.
The Rules and Techniques of Quidditch.
"Why do you know how to read such a book?"
He remembered that Hermione didn't seem to be very interested in Quidditch; after all, she was so bad at flying that she still hadn't mastered her broom.
"Of course, I want to understand." Hermione took a bite of bread and placed a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of him.
The most eye-catching headline was the results of this year's Quidditch matches.
Lorne took a few glances and lost interest.
He wasn't a big fan of Quidditch.
At that moment, Harry and Ron, who had just gotten up, came over, yawning.
"Good morning."
Harry greeted them both.
He and Ron had been studying it for half the night and had finally come to a conclusion.
Attending Snape's class was a far bigger penalty than skipping it.
Therefore, the two of them decided to skip class.
However, at this moment, Hermione said something that dispelled the idea.
"Professor Snape's Potions will be tested at the end of the term, and if he fails-"
She didn't finish her sentence, but both Harry and Ron knew what she meant in an instant.
"Then what should we do? We can't keep getting deducted points!”said Harry desperately.
Ron moved unnoticed away from Harry.
The deductions were mainly for Harry, who was just passing through.
If he went next to Lorne during Potions class, he would be able to get a better understanding of the situation.
That way, not only would he not have any points deducted, he could even copy some of his homework and make some insignificant contributions to Gryffindor.
"Sorry, Harry,"
Ron said to himself.
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