[HP] turns in your hand

The door of the principal's office was pushed open without any warning, Dumbledore raised his head, and looked at the man who walked in without a word in surprise: "Didn't you go to the auditorium for Christmas Eve dinner today, Severus S?"

Snape strode over to the desk. He ignored Dumbledore's question at all, pulled out his chair quite directly, and then sat down directly in front of Dumbledore with the attitude of wanting to have a serious and long talk.

Dumbledore could easily smell the extraordinary solemnity from Snape's expression, he clasped his hands, and his tone slowed down: "What happened?"

Snape's eyes scanned the surrounding portraits, but he didn't answer immediately.

Dumbledore was still waiting patiently.He knew that Snape had no reason to delay, and the longer he hesitated at this moment, the more relevant he was going to say next.

"The Horcrux."

Snape spat the word, each syllable feeling like he was uttering a curse capable of destroying the world.He thought the word was very long, but actually said it in less than half a second.After half a second of what seemed to be a vacuum, Snape looked up, met Dumbledore's unabashed eye contact, and saw in his blue eyes the answer he had known for a long time.

"Where did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked, without any surprise or anxiety, as if Snape had just reported a new password for the headmaster's office in an ordinary way.

Snape directly bypassed his question, with a cloud of gloom on his brows: "You already knew?"

"No, I'm just guessing about the Horcrux, but I didn't expect you to get more accurate information before I confirmed it." Dumbledore sighed softly, "I'm afraid what I know now is not will be more than you."

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a dry smirk as if mockingly: "I didn't expect there is something you don't know."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes: "I'm not omniscient, Severus, and you know that best. There are too many things I can't do, and there are too many people I can't save."

Snape didn't want to entangle too much on this point, he just wanted to be sure of the magnitude of the information he had obtained.After discovering that Dumbledore didn't seem to know much, he became the one who wanted to tell the whole story.With a serious look on his face, he spit out words quickly without dragging his feet:

"The Dark Lord made Horcruxes, not just one. The Dark Lord can only be truly killed when all Horcruxes are destroyed. He made a Horcrux out of Hufflepuff's gold cup, which is hidden in Gringotts In Trange's vault."

Dumbledore looked at him fixedly: "The source of the information?"

Snape blinked, and uncharacteristically asked a weird question: "What kind of person do you think would know this?"

Dumbledore: "Voldemort himself."

Snape: ……………

There was an eerie silence in the principal's office.

"You didn't know it from him, did you?" Dumbledore asked jokingly.

"Of course not!" Snape said angrily. "So that's why I'm confused. How on earth did she know?"

"Ah, 'her'." Dumbledore looked back knowingly, "Did you go to find Chiara just now?"

Just damn sharp.Snape had to admit that he could indeed save a lot of trouble explaining when communicating with Dumbledore, but in contrast, he had to endure the embarrassment of being seen through his heart.

"Who else would go to Gringotts to break through the dragon's guards and steal Horcruxes on Christmas Eve?" Snape snorted coldly, "Who else has so many mysteries, knows everything but Can't even take care of your own life?"

"Yes, that's right, only Chiara." Dumbledore sighed with a smile, "So, you stole the Horcrux?"

Snape admitted: "Stole it, and then she destroyed it with Fiendfire in front of my face. But from what she said, I could sense it wasn't the last one."

Dumbledore looked at something silver on his desk, and after a moment he slowly repeated Snape's words: "...yeah, it's not the last one."

His blue eyes turned back to Snape's face, and Dumbledore supported one side of his chin with one hand, resting his long index finger on the side of his cheek, and tapped his thin skin lightly. The cheekbones under the skin wrap.

"Chiara knows what and where the remaining Horcruxes are, right?"

After a brief silence, Snape said, "I think she knows."

"But she doesn't want to tell you." Dumbledore said firmly.

Snape looked gloomy: "Yes, she doesn't want to."

Dumbledore said briskly: "Yeah, of course she won't be willing. How dare she tell you everything, the biggest secret about Voldemort's life and death, a Death Eater whose future is uncertain?"

"What do you mean?" Snape asked, gritting his teeth, "Are you implying that she doesn't trust me?"

Dumbledore stretched out his hands and pressed down with a smile: "Why do you always think the worst of things, you can't possibly fail to guess what Chiara is thinking, Severus? She is protecting you."

"I don't need this protection!"

"Then why didn't you just tell her?"

Dumbledore said softly: "Tell her all your thoughts, tell her that there is no need to fight alone like this, tell her that someone can provide her with support and help, tell her that you are willing to accept her kindness, tell her , you are trustworthy and willing to stand with her."

Snape stood up.

"I will," he said, "and I will dig up everything she knows."

"Good luck." Dumbledore smiled and waved to him, "By the way, if you need some advice on how to please a girl, I can just take the opportunity of ordering drinks tomorrow night to help you. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks."

Snape turned his head and glared at him before opening the door: "No need!"

"Aren't you going to ask directly like this?" Dumbledore pretended to be a little surprised, his eyes flashed with joy, "'I know you are secretly destroying Horcruxes behind my back, I now order you Tell her everything you know about Voldemort', you're going to talk to her like that?"

Snape's silence gave Dumbledore a bad feeling.

"A tough attitude will only make Chiara's self-loathing worse, Severus." Dumbledore had to remind, "You can't—"

"I know what to do."

said Snape, calmly.

Dumbledore watched as his Potions Master closed the office door softly.He shook his head, and pulled out a very ordinary-looking kraft paper document bag from the pile of documents beside his hand.

"Alas." He unsealed the string seal of the file bag round and round, "I hope you really know."

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This Christmas break has come to a rather peaceful end for the Hogwarts students.

Chiara has been paying close attention to the "Daily Prophet" and the movements of the magic world since Christmas, but there is nothing new in the magic world except for a few wizards who almost violated the "Secrecy Act" because they drank too much alcohol. Things happen.

There had been no theft from Gringotts, no spying on the Department of Mysteries, no Weasley employees at the Ministry of Magic being attacked by poisonous snakes, and Voldemort certainly hadn't returned.

Chiara even had an illusion, as if all the thrills she experienced were just her imagination, the magic world did not have the devil known as Voldemort lurking in the dark, and all she did was just a mental patient. It's just the last struggle to comfort myself in loneliness.

But when she returned to Hogwarts and saw Snape again in the auditorium on the first day of the resumption of classes in the spring semester, the sense of down-to-earth reassurance and anxiety really seized her heart again.

Everything she does makes sense.

With her own strength and her own hands, she kept the wind and rain from Snape's fate.

Chiara has experienced occasional blissful bliss lately, centered around seeing Coconuts flying towards her with the other messenger owls at the dinner table every morning, and at any point in Hogwarts. He saw the figure of an adult man in a black robe.This precious joy is like gold grains in the sand. She can only sift out a little by washing day and night in the river of life, but each grain is enough for her to ruminate through many sleepless nights until dawn.

Her courage was stronger than ever, and she wanted to destroy all Horcruxes quickly so that Snape's life could be truly safe.

This opportunity came quickly.

As the winter snow melted and the weather grew warmer each day, it was no surprise to Ziara to find her mood rising with the hours of sunshine, and Umbridge's mania at the same time.

The Hogwarts High Inquisitor lady found a group of students running a dangerous gang under her nose, but it was infuriating that she had failed to bring them down despite almost all administrative means. catch.This uncontrolled society is like the secret under Princess Pea's mattress, which keeps Umbridge from sleeping at night.

While Chiara was figuring out how to find a chance to find a Ravenclaw diadem in the Room of Requirement, Umbridge volunteered to call her and some Slytherins into her office.

Chiara, along with a few other Slytherin henchmen, got an honorable quest from Umbridge, and an even more honorable identity.

"Investigative Operations Team." Umbridge announced sharply, "You are all good students I have carefully selected to support the Ministry of Magic. You will have the power to assist me in monitoring the campus, and you can report your findings to me at any time. The weird situation - especially the reporting of those illegal associations!"

Well, she's not the same now, she's Umbridge's own certified dog.

Ciara thought of a few classic jokes of the Imperial Army with bitterness, and she was a little uncertain that a second-hand paddler like her, who knew where Harry Potter was doing DA but didn't report it, would get it during the counterattack and liquidation. what treatment.Then she followed Draco and the others and smiled at Umbridge in a timely manner, with an expression of excitement and pride on her face, as if she was trying to show her loyalty.

However, the advantages brought to her by this identity are temporarily outweighing the disadvantages. At least she now has a legitimate reason to hang around the door of the Room of Requirement.

"Right, one more thing."

Ziara pulled back the thoughts that had wandered to the eighth floor, and listened carefully to Umbridge.

"Principal Dumbledore has advanced the employment consultation time for fifth-grade students. I just heard about it today." She seemed quite dissatisfied with Dumbledore's self-assertion, "But this also reminds me that in time Before you get your various career brochures, I would like to ask, does any of you want to work for the Ministry of Magic in the future?"

aha.Unsurprisingly, Ziara thought that working hard for her at school wasn't enough. Umbridge wanted to pre-order another batch of dog legs who would continue to work for her at the Ministry of Magic?

Why are you in such a hurry? It's hard to say whether you can live to see these students graduate.

But Chiara was able to cover up all the vicious thoughts in her heart with ease. She showed a look of excitement but tried hard to cover it up, and asked in a low voice: "Can we...can we work in the Ministry of Magic in the future?"

"Of course." Umbridge replied kindly, "Mr. Minister very much welcomes bright and outstanding children like you to work in the Ministry of Magic, and I look forward to working with you in the future, Miss Lowe."

Chiara gave Umbridge a slightly shy smile, and wished Umbridge in her heart that within a year, she would have a pink urn with a cat carved on it.

but……

Do you have to go to the respective dean for a private talk for employment counseling?

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Snape: Yes, come on.

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