People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Snape was born with a refreshing and oil-free face, flowing hair, and a face that was no longer sallow after exfoliation.

Because the curse disappeared, the spiders that attacked one after another turned into ashes, and Bagel was shocked when he returned to the auditorium with the large group.

Is this pretty boy Snape?

After removing the oiliness and making the skin less dull and yellowish, it turns out like this?

Apart from his hooked nose which lowered his appearance, his straight black princess cut, pale skin and deep eyes made him look like a dark nobleman.

The vampire nobles in fantasy novels have come into reality.

No wonder Hagrid said that Lily had been in a close relationship with Snape before her fifth year, and only agreed to date James Potter in her seventh year.

Not only because they are childhood sweethearts, but also because of face?

Dumbledore obviously had the same idea as Bagel.

He waved his hand casually, and the water vapor in the air condensed into a mirror.

Sighing, "Look at yourself, what have your bad living habits done to you?"

Snape looked in the mirror and wrinkled his nose. "I don't feel any difference."

He touched his dry black hair, "Should I put some oil on it? It's a little too spread out."

Dumbledore was a little skeptical. "You don't wash your hair because the Potters invented shampoo? But you like to apply oil after washing your hair?"

"Of course," Snape instantly despised Dumbledore's intelligence, "I can mix shampoo myself. I just think it's more attractive this way. In Muggle terms, the water in the UK is very hard and can cause baldness, like my father. So I avoided washing my hair since I was a child. After I got a job and had enough money, I used the shampoo I made myself, which can make my hair shiny and smooth and prevent baldness."

"Looking at the effect, it's obvious that I was right."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 84: The Mouse in the Crystal Box

Speaking of his shampoo, Snape's mouth corners curled up unconsciously.

"This is much better than the Potters!"

"Lucius Malfoy, for example, is a loyal user of Potter shampoo. What's the result? His hairline recedes."

"No one is as good as me."

"Well," Dumbledore said, silencing him with his hand, "let's talk about Lucius Malfoy."

"I just remembered something." He frowned, "You are familiar with this kid named Draco Malfoy, right?"

Snape, "Is everything today related to the Malfoy family? Or is it related to him personally?"

Dumbledore was stunned. What he wanted to ask was how to tell Draco about his father.

Just say: "Your father is dead, only his head is left, come to the office later."

It would be better to be more tactful: "My condolences. Please pay attention to the Daily Prophet in the next two days."

But Snape didn't seem to think so. He kept looking at everyone who approached Harry with a scrutinizing eye.

"I knew it. It was a provocation first, to get the boy's attention."

"Pretend to be weak and get bullied again, so as to arouse the sympathy of that stupid brat and make him feel the same way."

"Then she made a splash in flying lessons and Quidditch, and that boy admired her."

"But all this—"

"That's not what I meant." Seeing that Snape was getting more and more outrageous, as if Draco was seducing Harry, Dumbledore said quickly: "I'm talking about how to inform the boy of his family's death."

It’s not that he doesn’t have the wisdom and language skills to carry it out.

But this matter has a great impact on Draco Malfoy's future, so he wants to be cautious.

The muscles on Snape's face twitched. "Lucius is dead? You were called to the Ministry of Magic today to discuss this with you?"

There are two factions among the Death Eaters. One is the followers of the Dark Lord, who believe in the organization's principles and are obsessed with black magic and killing.

The other is simply for protection and power.

He and Lucius belong to the latter faction. He relies on his superb potion skills to get a stake, without having to go out and kill people, while Lucius relies on connections and money.

Plus, they were classmates and had spent several years together at Hogwarts, so their relationship was better than expected.

"How did he die?" Snape's voice subconsciously lowered.

Dumbledore was a little surprised when he noticed this. So let's postpone Sirius's release from prison to avoid Snape being upset.

"The thing is like this..."

While Dumbledore and Snape were talking about everything in the Forbidden Forest and his speculations, the key to Sirius's release from prison, Peter Pettigrew, also known as Scabbers, was now staying in a crystal box.

Bajir also just discovered it.

He just took a quick look at the headmaster's office, and found a transparent crystal box inlaid with turquoise on the desk next to Lucius Malfoy's head.

Inside was Banban, who should have been sleeping on Ron's pillow in their dormitory.

My goodness, Dumbledore has been hiding in their dormitory just now, right?

I hope I didn't sit on his bed.

No, the sheets are not allowed.

"No! I can't have that!" Voldemort, who was now possessed by a quail, was thinking the same thing.

But he was referring to the place where the Gaunt family's ring Horcrux was hidden - the Gaunt old house outside the village of Little Hangleton.

The other Horcruxes, Hufflepuff's gold cup is in Gringotts, and Slytherin's locket is in that cave.

The Lestrange family vault was at the bottom of Gringotts, and at the age of 17, he didn't have the skills to get to it. He couldn't necessarily guess where it was.

The cave was built in the rock wall of a cliff next to a village where the orphanage took them on an outing.

Perhaps the young him could think of this address.

But as the most important Horcrux that is both his mother's relic and Slytherin's legacy, the magic set up here was a headache for him even in his heyday.

Even if the 17-year-old wanted to revisit the place, he could not find the cave again.

But the magic traps in the old Gaunt house rely on the magic that originally existed in the house, which later declined and was restored by him.

The same is true of the curse on Gaunt's ring.

This was pretty much harmless for the descendant of Slytherin.

In the past, he was the only one (Isolt Sayer, who founded Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was also a descendant of Slytherin. But her two daughters inherited Parseltongue and wizarding talent, Martha Stewart II, but did not marry and left offspring. Among them, Martha Stewart II, who was a Squib, married, but her offspring were all No-Maj), so there was naturally no need to worry.

But now, there is another 17-year-old.

So, he was now flying towards the village of Little Hangleton.

He longed for a large bird like an eagle to swallow him up and replace him with another body.

But alas, he had been flying for almost a mile without any bird of prey coveting his flesh.

Damn, the quail is so tender and juicy!

"Mm, really delicious." Ron swallowed the roasted quail on the plate in one gulp. "What a shame! I wanted to try those spider legs to see if they were edible!"

Just now, Dumbledore's patronus, the phoenix, descended into the hall and announced that the crisis was over.

And an order to inform Draco Malfoy to go to the headmaster's office.

He also emphasized that this matter had nothing to do with Malfoy, but that he had some family matters to deal with.

Then, the long table that had been pushed to the corner returned to its original position.

A wide variety of food appeared at once.

Ron, on the other hand, was feeling a bit smug because he had overcome his fear of spiders.

Then there was the matter of Draco Malfoy being called to the Headmaster's office.

He said: "This must be related to their family. But we all know that Dumbledore is a good man, a great man. No matter how despicable a guy is, as long as he hasn't made a big mistake, he will give them a chance. Not to mention Malfoy who is still a student."

"Maybe, tomorrow!" Ron's eyes were filled with desire, "I'll hear the news that Draco Malfoy has been expelled. No, I guess they'll say something happened at home and he needs to leave school temporarily. And then he'll never come back!"

"What a pity! I won't be able to see him get beaten badly by Harry in the final."

"Shut up!" Harry was inexplicably angry.

"You'd better shut up. Otherwise you will feel guilty later." Bagir reminded.

Ron is also a good man. When he finds out that Malfoy's father is dead, he will definitely regret today.

Even though he knew that Lucius Malfoy deserved it, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Draco Malfoy in the headmaster's office, heartbroken, holding his father's head and crying.

In the room, Dumbledore had disappeared.

He was in Azkaban.

Take Sirius and Narcissa, who was imprisoned for drinking Polyjuice Potion, out of prison.

Basil had just found out that the Lucius Malfoy he saw in the Daily Prophet that day was actually Narcissa.

So Quirrell went to the Malfoys' house and subdued them?

Outrageous.

But fortunately, Narcissa is still alive.

"I don't believe it!" Ron replied with a smile on the other side.

But not everyone is as happy as he is.

Hagrid just started crying.

He sat in a corner of the guest of honor seat, his eyes blurred with tears and his beard wet.

Forgot to set up auto-posting.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 85 Two People Released from Prison

Late at night, in the lounge, everyone changed into pajamas and talked about what happened that day.

Of course, most of them are first graders.

Other grades also have exams.

Just as Seamus was bragging about his explosive talent and Neville was showing off his heroic style by wielding his wand instead of a sword, Fred and George walked towards them.

"Looking for me?" Ron stood up. "To compliment your brother on overcoming his fear of spiders that you brought him?"

They both walked around Ron.

"Little Ronnie."

"We're here to look for Harry."

As they spoke, they handed over a piece of parchment.

"Come."

"Hagrid's letter to you."

"Thank you." Harry took it.

Hagrid's messy handwriting on it,

There was a large ink stain on the paper, and the writing was difficult to make out.

Dear Harry, Badgill, Ron, Hermione:

Aragog died today.

He is an acromantic spider. Today's victim. He is also the "monster" mentioned in the notice that I was fired for being framed.

He is very important to me.

It would mean a lot to me if you could come to the funeral tonight.

I intend to hold the funeral tomorrow at dusk, his favorite time of day.

I didn't want to ask this, but I couldn't face it alone.