Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 210 Dobby in the Closet
"Hey, Sev, you really offended a person who shouldn't be offended," Lily said worriedly, "Mr. Crouch was a famous hardliner during the first war, and he allowed the Aurors to directly kill Death Eaters who resisted arrest, and many of them were thrown into Azkaban without trial."

Peter said curtly, "I don't think there's much to worry about. Mr. Crouch has lost most of his powers."

"But now he's back in the crowd, and people are being guilty of misunderstood him!" Lily said. "Look at what he said to the Daily Prophet, he made himself very heroic. If Peter was the greatest Hero, he is the second most important hero, and he is indeed still the Minister of Magic!"

"He's certainly... heroic..." Snape said softly.

"Oh, is it helpful for you to emphasize this to get rid of the crime? Wait until you are imprisoned in Azkaban, or simply - burned directly to a handful of ashes, and then praise him for his bravery!" Lily said sharply, " Can't you make things look a little brighter when you talk?"

Snape flinched immediately, he said nothing, his dark eyes drooped.

"Severus didn't do it voluntarily. We can find support from the jurisprudence of the past few hundred years. Maybe we can refer to the Imperius Curse for defense." Peter said.

"But it's not the Imperius Curse after all," said Dumbledore. "The Inferi thing is bad enough in itself, and Severus was born in Slytherin. If we can't tell the story clearly, the situation will be very bad." Brilliant. So, Severus, I want you to tell me what the hell you've done for Voldemort this year - Lily, I hope Harry joins us and everyone else forgets, it's not a pleasant thing .”

Lily didn't refute. She put down the blood potion and turned to find Harry, who was avoiding Rita Skeeter at the moment.

"Mr. Potter, can you answer a few questions for me?" Rita asked relentlessly, "were you afraid when you saw the mysterious man? Who were you most eager to save you at that time, was it your parents, or Dumbledore?"

Lily stopped Rita and said angrily: "Sorry, I am Harry's mother, Professor Dumbledore has something to do with Harry—"

"Oh!" Rita, with a look of realization, swished her shorthand quill: "I had the pleasure of meeting Harry Potter's mother—a middle-aged woman with vulgar tastes—and her The son also has eyes greener than a toad..."

Lily pulled out her wand furiously, cast a spell, the shorthand quill dropped to the floor like a downed bird, and she pulled Harry away, leaving Rita Skeeter alone. Under the feet of a large group of people, they picked up their pens in embarrassment.

Lily dragged Harry across the Great Hall, and Harry kept trying to free his hand, he didn't want to be seen being led by his mother, and finally he was dragged next to Snape, when he realized that Dumbledore called What is he here for.

Seeing that Harry had arrived, Dumbledore carefully lifted Snape to avoid injuring his right side again. Lily stood aside, looking at Snape's distorted face in pain with a complicated expression.

"Go to my office," Snape whispered.

Of course Dumbledore agreed. Ten minutes later, they put Snape in his own chair, and in the dark room, Snape seemed to have grown a little stronger.

"A small trial," said Snape breathlessly.

"I don't deny it, Severus," said Dumbledore. "This is a rehearsal. Harry and Peter are here. They happen to be the direct victims of your controlled year. You have to convince them that they can better help you convince jurors."

"No, I... I don't need to be persuaded," Harry looked at Dumbledore earnestly, "Professor Snape must be in pain, his lungs are filled with blood, we shouldn't let him talk... "

Dumbledore said gently: "Harry, things are not as simple as you think. Last night, hundreds of residents in Hogsmeade village were transformed into ghost corpses, and the guards of Azkaban also suffered heavy losses. Families of the family are desperate for someone to take responsibility for this."

"Maybe Severus' battle with the dragon impressed the Aurors at the Battle of Hogwarts, but for those who didn't witness it, that alone wasn't enough to convince them that Severus S is not Voldemort's man."

"What's more, discrimination is everywhere. Werewolves, giants, house elves... They are all regarded as inhuman existence, considered as 'soulless', 'deserving only to die' and 'not worthy of rights', not to mention Inferi created by Voldemort."

Harry still seemed to disapprove, frowning and looking sympathetically at Snape, who was reclining in his chair, panting in pain.

Then Snape raised his left hand himself, and his voice, from the depths of his chest, was like a heavy sigh, "What I've done makes me worthy only of death... there's no need for the Wizengamot's trial... just Cut off the elixir, and I will soon be reduced to ashes."

Peter shook his head, "Severus, I think what Lily just said is right, you should believe that things will develop in a good direction..."

"I have hardly encountered any good things from birth to death."

Everyone in the room fell silent.

Indeed, not many people have experienced a fate as rough as Snape's.

After a moment's pause, Snape said feebly, "There's one more...another victim, and he's there...that's why I asked to speak here..."

He struggled to pull his wand out of his pocket, pointed the tip of the wand at the potion cabinet, a vial flew onto the table in front of him, and the potion cabinet flipped over, revealing a narrow Secret door.

Dumbledore and Peter exchanged glances, and together they opened the secret door, where they found a small, pale figure curled up.

"Dobby," said Peter, "the Malfoy elf."

Peter reached out to lift the poor house-elf out, and found him alive, but also dying.

Snape gave Dobby the potion to drink, and a few seconds later, Dobby's eyelids trembled, and his big eyes like glass balls opened.He looked up in bewilderment, and then he saw Snape's face—

"Ah!" Dobby screamed in horror, throwing himself into Peter's arms. "He—he belongs to the Dark Lord! He's a dead man!"

Peter stroked Dobby's back lightly, "Thank you, Dobby, but we already know this...it's all right, it's all right..."

"He... he caught Dobby, he forced Dobby to tell Harry Potter the clues to the Triwizard Tournament, because he wanted to murder Harry Potter... so... Dobby... Dobby thought Make Harry Potter unable to participate in the competition..." Dobby's voice was sharp and high-pitched, mixed with whimpers, and Peter couldn't make out what he was saying.

"It's okay, Dobby, it's really okay, he won't hurt you anymore." Peter comforted Dobby while patting him on the shoulder.

"Severus Snape will harm no one," Dumbledore assured in a reassuring voice, "and together we will hear his confession."

Dobby sobbed for a long time before he calmed down. Using this time, Snape drank the rest of the potion himself, and his breathing became much more even.

"I'll start from the beginning..." he hissed.

(End of this chapter)