The Mortal

The object of pressure has not changed at all.

"If I remember correctly, you still have the duty to assist me in my investigation." Harry looked at him.

"This is part of the investigation and I'm taking the suspect back for questioning."

"Without my consent?"

"About this point, you probably need to discuss it with the director. This is not only under the jurisdiction of the committee. The Auror division has started to intervene on a level basis." Kent raised his eyebrows. "Of course, if you have doubts, you can access any information on this case, as long as you complete the first task first, sir, do you want to disobey the order?"

Harry sneered.The Wizengamot's memories were flooding, but he was no longer the interrogatee who would be cornered by every word - testifying for Snape was no easy task.When the person you hate and hate suddenly becomes a hero, it's always hard for people to accept - they're not him, they've lived through those memories, and the center of the deep vortex clearly understands how much they have to do in this war The best choice ever.People cling to the facts that underpin stereotypes—he's a Slytherin, he's a Death Eater, he killed Dumbledore—so that they don't have to admit misunderstanding and ignorance, don't have to reverse the prejudices that equate to beliefs, but at the cost of Just a guy who probably never wakes up and never pleases anyone.

He will not panic, hesitate, and stumble in the detours in front of these things again, the buzzing voice of doubt, the indifferent gaze of the high court.And the lifeless face of that man, the silent nights spent in silence, the moonlight is so cold.

"Listen well," Harry said. "As long as the minister doesn't fire me, the whole thing should be up to me to decide. I don't care what evidence you have, nobody can arrest him, anybody, until I check." He said in an often The tone that happened to those rich and self-assured little bastards in Slytherin was soft, "Or, do you think you can do it?"

Kent's jaw jerked violently.He glanced at the young man's arm in front of him, arched slightly, ready to go.Then he hesitated for a while, pretending to be nonchalant and clumsily covering up his momentary gaffe.

At this time, the female wizard on the side spoke.

"I will truthfully record every detail of this mission." She said while waving the quill.

"Please help yourself."

"In that case," Kent looked away. "You need to make sure nothing happens. We all know what he's capable of, and if it leads to his escape—"

"I take full responsibility." Harry interrupted him. "Don't talk nonsense."

The light cast a small shadow from his slightly sideways face.There was a rapid car horn sounding outside the window, and then the sound of the engine faded away amidst a few curses.

"Potter."

Snape's disapproving tone came through the noise clearly.He seemed to be intentionally observing Potter's behavior, and didn't intervene until the situation went a little bit wrong - maybe it was also due to the fact that the young man was too confrontational and didn't give others a chance to intervene.

Harry ignored Snape behind him - this time he was beginning to be less obedient again, another familiar will prevailed.

"I hope you can afford it." Kent's face darkened visibly, and he began to narrate forcefully. "The terrorist attack in the East End was a suicide bombing. The suspect died on the spot, but his wife pointed out that she had witnessed Snape discussing things with her husband. She overheard enough. In addition, in this Muggle residence Potion found-"

"How do you know?" Harry stood where he was, without the slightest intention of asking the guest to sit down. "MI5 should have notified me first."

"Because I was doing my job and happened to be with those Muggles, instead of being immersed in the joy of the festival like some people." The Auror who was interrupted again snorted coldly, and he glanced contemptuously at the rich dishes.

"When?" Snape asked this time. "She saw that time of me."

"Wednesday afternoon. About two o'clock." Kent replied impatiently.

Harry began to recall, but he was not at home at that time, and could not provide legal proof-unless he volunteered to expose the hidden warning spells he had placed in this house (only the anti-apparition enchantment was registered), so that To prove that no one was out in the meantime, if it got to that point he would be breaking a litany of laws in the first place - but that doesn't mean he's given up on the road.

"I'd like to claim that being here won't change anything," Snape said calmly. "Probably Polyjuice Potion."

"Or she's lying," Harry added. "The reliability of the evidence is questionable, and no one can make hasty conclusions."

"Of course she didn't, because I took Veritaserum." Kent raised his voice. "As for the compound decoction, how many people do you think know and can successfully make this advanced potion formula that exists in the restricted area? And they can easily get this person's hair or nails?"

"Anyone could, no one would notice if they lost a hair," Harry retorted. "Besides, no offense intended, Polyjuice Potion, a highly difficult potion, was successfully made by my classmate in the second grade."

"you-"

"What about the events before that? Snape was still at St. Mungo's back then." Harry asked again.

"Of course it's possible that different people committed the crime!"

"What do you mean by finding potions in the other party's residence? Could it be that everything related to potions in this world should be piled on him?"

"Felix Elixir! No one can deny the difficulty of this kind of thing." Kent gritted his teeth. "There are only a handful of potion masters who can brew felicity potions."

"But that doesn't mean there isn't. The next question - see, I've already felt that it's full of holes - since you know his ability, you should know that there are better ways to be competent for such a ostentatious attack plan. For a wizard .And why would he do such a thing? What's the point?"

Probing, or bluffing, he wanted to know if outsiders knew about Snape's loss of magic power. Harry stared intently at Kent, not missing any slight hint.

"How would I know what he thinks?" Kent quickly argued under the pressing questioning. "Maybe he just likes it. Aren't those bloody corpses just the death eaters' favorite? To satisfy their dark and evil hobbies!"

Death Eaters.So because of a mark, a mark that has died and is just a pattern, all doubts and slanders have become so natural.

The air froze in an instant, and a terrible silence suddenly enveloped, only Kent's heavy breathing could be heard in the room.

"You say it again?" Harry said, staring straight at him, his voice cold.

"what?"

"I remind you, please be careful with your words." He took a small step forward, and it made Kent stagger - it's hard to be indifferent to the man who killed the Dark Lord. "He's not, and that was actually proven two years ago."

Kent swallowed hard.

"...but no matter what you say, he's the prime suspect," he pointed out. "Doubts need to be confirmed. Before there is no decisive change, we can't ignore the obvious evidence that has been obtained because of your one-sided statement. He still needs to go to Azkaban to await trial."

Harry felt a kind of tremor the moment he heard that term, creaking from the inside out.He saw Sirius's face no longer handsome, his skinny body ached when he hugged him, and his heart also ached. Too many things happened when he was 15 years old. At that time, he was still a ridiculously naive boy. He would make mistakes that he might never let go of in his life. He didn't understand how complicated and difficult the world is.

But at least he understands now.He knows that place is a man-eating monster, and then no one will care about where the truth is hiding, they don't need to bother to justify the name of a man who seems to deserve to be persecuted-and he will never let anyone or anything ever again. Take it from him-

"Potter."

Snape called his name a second time.And then Harry gradually disengaged from the other world, starting with the heat on his wrist - his hand was on the back of his hip, resting on the wand that would make things irreparable, and it was Snape who prevented that from happening.Standing behind him, he seemed to be composed of complete calmness and rationality, the thin calluses on his fingers pressed against his beating pulse, so light and heavy.

"I can take the question under Veritaserum," he heard Snape say.

But he's the only one here who can see beneath the surface of this man who's used to controlling. Harry didn't let go of his hand, so Snape had no reason to let him go.The tiny pulses in the blood vessels spread and climbed little by little, and he found the connection between the two people from the touch of the skin. The heat was burning, burning like the first ray of the scorching sun in the morning.

Using veritaserum is a dangerous move.It will allow the user to unconsciously tell everything the inquirer wants to know, which is why it is limited in use-maybe it is only better than opening one's own brain and allowing it to be visited.