Enter Hogwarts

"Old Nott, you are indeed back..." A tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard said in a deep voice.

"I remember I said that as long as you dare to come back, I will personally catch you in Azkaban!"

"Kingsley...Dumbledore's lackey..." Old Nott squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "How did you..."

Kingsley Shacklebolt sneered.

"Old Nott, you are not the only one who is well-informed!"

Old Nott stopped talking, because there was no point.

No matter who he was betrayed by, the most important thing at the moment was to escape.

At least, give away the things in your hands.

As long as the things in his hands can be delivered to the owner smoothly, it will be worth it even if he throws his life here!

His son will continue to follow the great Voldemort and restore the glory of the Nott family!

Thinking of this, Old Nott's eyes became more and more sinister.

Kingsley is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles. It seems that he knows that the old guy in front of him is going to fight for his life. He winked and the people surrounding Old Nott dispersed a little more and raised their wands at the same time.

The battle is imminent!

The owner of the Pig Head Bar finally brought Laurentius into a room on the second floor with a dark face.

There is a mirror in the room, a two-way mirror, which can directly contact Dumbledore.

This is also the emergency contact information left by Dumbledore and Lupine.

After all, it takes a while for an owl or even a patron saint to deliver a message, not as fast as a two-way mirror.

The only problem is...the double-sided mirror can only transmit text or images, but not sound.

But it's enough.

Three to five minutes after Laurentius passed the news, a burst of green flames burst out of the fireplace in the house, and an old man's head wearing half-moon glasses appeared in the flames.

"Principal Dumbledore! Mr. Lupin..." Laurentius said quickly.

"Oh, I know, Mr. Lima."

"Don't worry, I have arranged for someone to pick up Lupine. He will be fine."

"But I'm curious about another thing you said..."

Li Ang twisted around in his chair like a maggot.

"Leon, what's wrong with you? Do you have hemorrhoids?" A little badger asked, "It's okay. Hemorrhoids are easy to cure. Last time I had hemorrhoids, Madam Pomfrey gave me a cup of sticky potion and it was cured. However, I later found out that the medicine was for wiping..."

"Shut up!" Li Ang whispered.

The little badger closed his mouth knowingly.

"Leon, do you think we can win? I always feel that Gryffindor played very fiercely today!" Another little badger continued from the side, "But the female chaser of Gryffindor is so beautiful. ...These strong biceps..."

Li Ang glanced at the big guy on the left, then looked at the big guy on the right, and suddenly felt that he looked like a bald guy...

As the Gryffindor stands cheered, Li Ang saw that Gryffindor had ten more points on the scoreboard.

Suddenly, the Hufflepuff captain called a timeout.

"What's wrong?" Li Ang asked in confusion, "Is anyone injured?"

"No, we should change our tactics!" A person explained next to him.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Li Ang saw brothers Annie and Luo Daluo coming on the stage.

With the whistle, everyone took off again.

As batsmen, Rhodes and Rona don't pay much attention to the Bludger, and mainly play casually.

The two of them mainly focused on the opponent's chaser.

Li Ang saw the two people working in perfect agreement to double-team the Gryffindor female chaser who had just been praised by a little badger for having "beautiful biceps", and constantly interfered with the opponent's throwing...

Once the opponent loses the ball, Annie will always be like a dexterous swallow, stealing the ball from the crack, and then quickly rush to the opponent's goal, using various fake moves to throw the ball.

The score is starting to come back a little bit...

On the street, Kingsley and others had suppressed Old Nott.

Old Nott's talent was actually very average. He was a laggard when he was in school, and his magic level was really not that high.

The only thing that worried Kingsley and the others was this guy's unscrupulous throwing of death curses.

Fortunately, the Killing Curse doesn't bend.

There were constant explosions in the streets, and Kingsley could no longer care about how many reports he would write afterwards or what kind of complaints his colleagues who were finishing the work would have later.

Suddenly, a young man cast a beautiful obstacle spell, which successfully made Old Nott stagger.

Kingsley seized the opportunity and shot out a skilled disarming spell, knocking away Old Nott's wand.

When Old Nott was about to take out another wand from his arms, another Auror's thunderbolt explosion had already arrived!

With a loud noise, Old Nott was blown away and fell into the ruins, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Catch them alive!" Kingsley yelled.

Although he really wanted to kill this old bastard directly.

A group of people stopped, maintained their alertness, and slowly approached.

Suddenly, a burst of fog filled the air, and at the same time, a large number of bats were mixed in the fog.

"Watch out!" Kingsley yelled.

All the people avoided.

In the magical world, when faced with unknown magic, the best way is always to not let it hit you.

Bats roared past, and the fog gradually dissipated. Everyone looked over and saw that Old Nott had disappeared in the ruins.

"Damn it!" Kingsley punched the wall with an annoyed expression.

There was an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Old Nott only felt pain everywhere in his body.

The left arm is also empty. It seems that the left hand is gone.

But it doesn’t matter, he will reward his loyalty when he returns to his master!

"Thank you, Severus..." Old Nott said weakly, "Give me a bottle of uplifting potion. It would be better if it has white essence..."

However, Snape, who took him to an unknown alley, made no move.

"Severus?" Old Nott suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I think..." Severus walked out of the shadows, his expression as usual, showing no joy.

"You probably don't need potions anymore..."

"What do you mean?" Old Nott asked in panic, "Do you want to betray the master?"

Snape twitched his lips with a smile and waved his wand.

Old Nott's heart suddenly exploded, his head tilted, and there was no sound.

"Lyman Nott..."

"If I remember correctly..."

"You were among the people who besieged Godric's Hollow back then, right?"

"Go and confess to her!"

After saying that, Snape calmly opened the box that Nott had been carrying and took a look.

Then he apparated away.

More than an hour later, Snape arrived at the second floor of an abandoned children's welfare home.

After gently opening the door, Snape lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Master, I'm sorry, when I rushed over... old Nott was already dead..."

"However, I got back what you asked for..."

The man in the shadow stretched out his hand slightly, and the box flew over. He opened the box and took a look.

"Very well…Snape…"

"I knew I could always trust you, right?"

"Of course...my master..." Snape lowered his head, "You can always trust me..."

"Always..."