[HP] A Brief History of Time

Alona narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips tightly, and exerted a slight force on the index finger on the trigger.

"If I were you, I'd put down that stupid Muggle thing right now." Snape, who was the opposite of Alona's tense guard, broke the silence of the confrontation slowly.

"Huh?" Alona raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but her body moved with Snape's movements, and the muzzle of the gun did not leave her locked position for a moment, "Then let's see who is stupid." It was almost the last word When it sounded, she pulled the trigger without blinking her eyes.

Snape was not stunned by the sudden attack, he immediately leaned back sideways with his hands on the back of the chair, dodging the whizzing bullets, and immediately felt a burning pain in his left ear.He raised his wand with his right hand, and reached over his ear with his left to feel a handful of sticky blood.

"Damn it!" He cursed, and unceremoniously threw a white light from the tip of his wand, freezing the slightly relaxed smile on Alona's face.

Alona stared at Snape fiercely with her charming light gray eyes, only her face could move, and she said coldly: "I should have thought that you are trying so hard to get close to Virginia." What is it for? But it’s useless, I said that it’s always right to be cautious, and I also sent an invitation to Dumbledore, and the agreement always requires a third party to testify.”

Snape sneered, "You should applaud your clever brain, Mrs. Conway. If I really have what you have in mind, do you think you can still stand here and say some stupid nonsense?" He said to himself The torn shirt on his left arm "recovered as before", and he re-buttoned the sleeves with a calm expression.

"I'm very grateful that you invited Dumbledore in advance—I was just about to do so, and in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, I can only wrong you to maintain this state." Snape no longer paid attention to her vicious eyes, He picked up a stack of recent Muggle newspapers on the bar under the window near the window, pulled out a chair by the dining table, and sat down.

Alona was pissed off, both annoyed and astonished at his poise.She looked at Snape who Shi Shiran sat down at the table, and really couldn't understand how this man could still be so calm at this moment.His hidden secrets and disguised identity were clearly exposed by her.She stared closely at Snape's face, trying to see guilt in his face—wait a minute, his brows were furrowed more and more tightly, his face was livid, it wasn't guilt, it was anger.

Snape snapped the newspaper shut and threw it back on the bar.

Alona was full of suspicion, and was about to move her lips, but the sound of wheels and a police car unexpectedly sounded outside the door.Alona reacted immediately and realized that she was careless. Although the sound of her small pistol was much lower than those of those big ones, the sound of the gun was still too obvious at night on such a quiet street in Little Venice.

The doorbell rang without incident.

"You have other guests?" Snape frowned impatiently.

Alona was a little embarrassed to speak, and her eyes moved to the opposite wall, where there was a small bullet hole, and the bullet was still in it.

The doorbell continued to ring relentlessly, and Alona knew that if she didn't show up again, it was very likely that the gang of policemen would break into the door.

"Undo the spell," Alona said without looking at Snape's face, "they're the police," she laboriously turned around in her mind, and gave an explanation that Snape should understand, " Muggle Aurors, they probably heard gunshots—the sound of weapons..."

At this moment, when the doorbell rang, someone was already knocking on the door, and at the same time, a strange male voice asked loudly, "Is anyone there?"

Policeman Bowman had already drawn his pistol from his waist, signaling to his colleagues who came along to prepare to enter the house from the backyard.Just as he was taking a step back, the door opened with a click.A very beautiful woman was standing in the door and looking at them coldly. She was wearing a long silk nightgown and said in a very proud voice, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Bowman cleared his throat, put the pistol back behind his back, and unconsciously puffed out his chest, "Ma'am, we are the police."

He cooperatively took out the ID in his pocket, and noticed that the charming lady in front of him had a puzzled expression on her face. The soft light from the room hit her side face. Her face was originally a unique feature of beautiful women. The haughty expression faded away, and the long eyelashes trembled like a frightened butterfly, "I don't understand what the police are looking for at my house."

"We received a report from a neighbor saying that at a quarter past seven tonight," he paused, "not long ago, we heard gunshots from your house..."

"Oh, my God!" The woman clasped her hands in surprise, and she turned her head and shouted into the room, "Sev, Sev!" She gave Bowman a timid smile, "Sorry, I'm so scared, this I can't decide this kind of thing, you can talk to my husband."

When Bowman heard her words, he was inevitably a little disappointed, but his professionalism made him recover quickly.

The hero's footsteps were steady, but his appearance disappointed Bowman a little.He glanced at the host's black shirt that was buttoned up to the neckline, which was almost ascetic in color, and the long hair hanging around his neck, and he suspected that this might be an artist with a weird temper.

Soon, Bowman felt that his conjecture had been confirmed. Apart from his unattractive appearance, the host also had a bad temper. He glanced at the certificate handed over by Bowman, but did not read it carefully. His tone Very coldly, "I heard what you said, there is no such thing."

The wife stretched out her hand and tugged at her husband's sleeve, then took his arm, and said in a very soft voice, "Sev, I'm afraid, if we neglect to hear...you know the recent news, there is A fugitive is armed..."

Bowman noticed that the man's expression froze, and he seemed to have remembered the news. He moved away angrily, "I'll give you a quarter of an hour..."

Bowman was overjoyed that the matter could be resolved in this way. He nodded gratefully towards the beautiful hostess, and immediately took two of his men to check the house and yard, and there was nothing suspicious.

"I'm sorry to disturb you." Bowman thanked Alona very sincerely.

"I really believe in the country's police system," Alona said sweetly, "Thank you, Mr. Police."

Bowman almost burst into tears because of the good treatment he received this time.He said goodbye to Alona several times before getting into his battered police car.After the car started, he glanced in the rearview mirror. The couple on the steps were walking one after the other into the door, which was then closed, blocking the warm light in the room.

Alona leaned her back against the door and let out a long breath, "Thank you for repairing the wall, Mr. Snape." But soon, she remembered the cause of the bullet hole, and before she regained her vigilance, the wall she was leaning on The door was knocked again.

"Who is it?" Alona asked.

"It's me, Dumbledore. Mrs. Conway."

Alona opened the doors, and Dumbledore's benevolent and wise face appeared at the door.

"Come in, Professor Dumbledore." Alona said sincerely, "It's very kind of you to come!"

"Really?" Dumbledore said in a joking tone, his blue eyes playfully glanced at Alona's nightgown, then glanced at Snape who had no expression on his face, and said with a smile, " Oh, really, I stumbled upon a very interesting show. Sev, I have to say, I realize that this talent of yours is in many ways..."

"One thing!" Snape interrupted him with a livid face, "it's time to talk about business."

"Yes, yes—" Alona was a little embarrassed, she paused, untied and took off her nightgown, and put it on the armrest of the sofa, revealing the dress she was wearing when meeting guests , "I'll get the agreement."

Soon, Alona reappeared in the living room—the original messy coffee table and sofa were swiftly placed in place by Snape's impromptu spells.She put the agreement on the coffee table and sat down on the single sofa opposite them.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore," Alona smiled, "I am very grateful for everything you have done for Virginia, and Professor Snape, who has been doing magic recovery for Virginia all summer vacation .” She stopped talking.

Dumbledore looked at her thoughtfully.Snape stared blankly at a strange pattern on the coffee table.The bright, soft light of the electric lamp in the room cast shadows upon the silence of the room.

Alona finally broke the silence again, "I know that the secrets about Virginia must make you very curious, but to be honest, I also know nothing. I have to go to some places to find out the secrets, or find out The source of the incident. But the premise is that Virginia must be safe. I accept your suggestion, Professor Dumbledore. Due to the personnel restrictions of the confidentiality agreement, you think Professor Snape is the most suitable candidate for Virginia Ya's guardian during her school days."

She shot Snape a calm glance, "I have to tell you something."

Although Snape's face was calm, it was ugly.

"Virginia's father and I have been avoiding a group of people earlier, and I know what they call them, Death Eaters." Alona lowered her eyes, staring at the teacup in her hand, "They have very weird signs , with a brutal chieftain, and almost uniform origins—mostly Slytherins. I'm not prejudiced, Professor Dumbledore, but I know you're the most feared of these people," she raised her eyes, without going Looking at the expression on Snape's face, "I would like to ask you to take care of Virginia in your busy schedule, she is very obedient and obedient, except for those secrets that are hidden from her by important people. "

Dumbledore said gently: "Ma'am, let me tell you that Professor Snape is more suitable for this role than me. After all, he is a master of potions, and his spells are also quite outstanding. But if you insist, I can also play your role." hope—in fact, many times, I still need Severus' help. But I still want to ask, what happened to make you change your mind? Or what did you discover?"

Alona thought for a while, and she asked, "Professor Dumbledore, when a person seems to you to be quite normal, do you guaranty him, or when you are absolutely sure about the person, How can you use so much trust?"

"People's hearts are unpredictable, Mrs. Conway, but most of the time, I have this confidence." Professor Dumbledore said.

There was a strange expression on Alona's face, as if she wanted to say something but then she didn't want to say it, "Oh——" she finally made an unintelligible sound.

"Mrs. Conway found out that I was once a Death Eater." Snape calmly stated what happened just now at a very fast speed.

Alona glanced at him with a very calm expression.

"I'm worried about Virginia." Her statement seemed to reassure someone.

"I understand very well," said Dumbledore - and Snape felt a surge of irritability rise in himself.

"I thought you would know a lot about this matter, Mrs. Conway." Dumbledore said in a slightly reproachful tone, "If Severus hadn't played a role in it, the Herbs and Mrs. Escaping from You-Know-Who. So—" His blue eyes flashed coldly, "It's our turn to start worrying about Virginia Hebbs, who the hell are you?"

"What are you talking about?" Alona asked calmly.

"Don't fool me, Mrs. Conway." Dumbledore folded his hands on his knees and leaned forward. "You are not the real Lucy Clackenthorpe. Although you look alike, you have a very different personality. You know, Innateness is the hardest thing to fake."

Alona was silent for a while, then she smiled slightly, and she relaxed her body, "I didn't expect the lies to be exposed one by one after more than ten years. Originally, I could have answered the last sentence without comment, but because of the same From my position, I choose to speak out so that we don’t waste our energy on unnecessary internal speculation. You really don’t have to worry that I will be bad for Virginia. In my heart, she is indeed my daughter. I It's Alona Clackenthorpe, Lucy's sister. And a former Squib."