Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts

Severus met Slughorn's eyes.

“Tell me their address, and I will go to their homes. Regardless of whether they are suspects or not, once I find them, the truth will come out.”

Without hesitation, Slughorn immediately pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote an address on it.

"Wopple wants to write a book about vampires called 'Blood Brothers: My Life Among Vampires,' and he and his vampire friends have been living there for the past year!"

Severus glanced at the address on the parchment; the location was in a grove of trees near London. Without lingering, he used Apparition to return to London and then headed to the castle in the grove.

However, he came up empty-handed this time.

"You're looking for Elder Wolper and Bloodny?" A goblin who also lived in the castle sized up Severus, who had come to the door. "I'm looking for them too! Those two idiots haven't been back for half a month!"

Severus frowned.

As a former double agent of Voldemort and now Dumbledore's top henchman, he holds the title of master in many fields.

Besides his most famous potions and dark magic, he was also a true master in the fields of Occlumency and Legilimency.

He was certain that the fairy in front of him was not lying; the two of them had indeed not returned for a long time, and he didn't know where they were.

Severus did not make things difficult for him and turned to leave the dense forest.

The most troublesome situation now is that Elder Wolper and Bloodny have escaped; they have left Britain directly.

But if they were just going to run away after committing such a crime, why would they drug a disabled Muggle girl in the first place?

That bottle of Hellfire Potion isn't some kind of lethal medicine. If they really wanted to kill someone, a vampire and a wizard had plenty of ways to do it.

What exactly do they want to do?

Just as Severus was pondering and preparing to return to the manor, an owl suddenly flew towards him. As it passed over Severus, it dropped a piece of parchment, then without pausing for a moment, it spread its wings and glided away.

Severus raised an eyebrow at the owl that looked somewhat like it was fleeing in panic, then picked up the parchment from the ground.

After unfolding the paper, he saw the contents of the letter, and at the same time, a familiar piece of cloth fell out from it.

His gaze froze instantly upon seeing the piece of cloth.

Even Snape the Ghost held his breath at this moment!

"Come with us! Dali, I guarantee you've never seen our secret base before!"

In the horse farm adjacent to Bardemington Manor, Severus and his friends led Harry deep into the feed warehouse at the back.

It seemed like the workers were all on holiday today; they didn't encounter many people along the way.

"The adults can't find this place; they've never discovered that we've hidden anything here."

Severus said smugly, then pushed open the wooden door that blocked the innermost room of the warehouse.

Inside was a room with a cashmere carpet, warm-colored wallpaper, and a crystal chandelier. There were two game consoles, two televisions, and a foosball table in the room!

Those were game consoles and televisions that Petunia and Vernon of the Dursleys had bought for Dudley, far superior to anything else. Harry stared in astonishment at those expensive appliances, experiencing for the first time the vast differences in the world.

How did you get these things?

“We pooled our pocket money together, found our driver John, and got him to buy it for us!” Severus boasted. “We threatened him not to tell any other adults, or I’d have my dad fire him!”

Harry, however, felt that this was definitely not a secret hideout. It was impossible for the driver, John, not to have told Mr. Somerset; it was just that the adults had never exposed the children's secret.

But this has nothing to do with Harry's current happiness.

Before, he could only watch Dudley play with envy at the Dursleys' house; Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon never allowed him to touch those things.

Now that he has a relationship with Severus, he can finally truly access these things.

He played wildly with a group of children for over an hour, so much so that he didn't want to go to the toilet.

Finally, when Harry couldn't hold it in any longer, he had the other children temporarily take over his handle and ran to the outside of the feed warehouse to relieve himself.

After he had completely finished relieving himself, pulled up his pants, and was just about to return,

Two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly enveloped him.

Harry's gaze became wary.

He immediately recognized the tall one among them, a handsome young man with an unnaturally pale complexion and a somewhat timid demeanor.

After being picked up from the Dursleys' house by Severus the day before yesterday, he had seen the young man at the Leaky Cauldron and in Diagon Alley!

And the short, fat wizard standing next to him, he had also met him in Diagon Alley!

"who are you!"

He instinctively stepped back and asked nervously.

“We won’t hurt you, listen to me, child, listen to me.” The short, fat wizard looked nervous as he spoke, pulling a rope from behind his back.

Harry realized something was wrong, turned to run away, and shouted at the same time.

"Help! Help!!"

But before he could even open his mouth, the incantation rang out from behind him.

"Confinement quickly!"

"Stand stiff and stop dead!"

A beam of red light struck Harry first, and his two legs were glued together as if they were stuck together. At the same time, a rope flew over, as flexible as a snake, and tied him up tightly!

The short, stout wizard and the pale young man were none other than Elder Wolper, the wizard-writer who had left Severus empty-handed, and Bloodny the vampire.

Walpole put down his wand and continued to wrap the rope he had prepared beforehand around Harry, who was already bound. The rope would disappear after a while, allowing Harry to escape.

Harry was in despair; he knew that no matter how much he shouted, it would be useless.

The feed warehouse was so large that the sound couldn't travel far. Severus and his friends were so engrossed in the game that they wouldn't even notice if it thundered in the sky, let alone call for help!

"You tied him up too tightly! He can't breathe!"

Harry, whose face was already flushed red from holding his breath, was grateful for the voice, because he was indeed about to suffocate from the rope.

Upon hearing Bloodny's reminder, Wolper quickly loosened the rope a little.

"How do we get back now? Apparate?" Bloodny asked nervously.

"He's too young. It's easy for him to cause trouble if he manifests with his entourage like this. Let's ride a motorcycle! Didn't you say there's one parked around here? It's old Somerset's!"

"We...we don't have a key!"

"What we're holding aren't troll sticks, they're magic wands!"

Wolper cursed at him and pulled on the rope binding Harry.

"Come with us! Child, we won't hurt you, we won't hurt anyone! Just be a good boy and listen to us!"

"Don't be so mean to him, he's just... just a child," Bloodny pleaded.

Harry was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. It was obvious that these two had been watching him for a while, and this was a premeditated kidnapping!

But why did they kidnap me?

That devil's henchman?

The enemy of one's own parents?

But how did they know that they were Harry Potter?

Walpole and Bloodny led Harry to the old motorcycle in the warehouse.

"Are you sure you can drive this thing?" Wopple asked, still uneasy.

Xueni swallowed hard and nodded.

"She...she taught me."

They launched the motorcycle, and Henney pressed the clutch and turned the throttle. Wolper obeyed his command and used the unlocking spell on the key at the right time.

The engine roared to life, and both men wore expressions of delight.

Wolper sat in the back seat, sandwiching the bound Harry between them. Then, the two kidnappers rushed out of the racecourse with the hostage, leaving only a cloud of dust behind!

A full hour later, Severus and the others realized that Harry still hadn't returned.

However, when they went out to search again, they couldn't find anything.

Harry didn't know how long the motorcycle had been traveling.

He was squeezed between Volpe’s large belly and Hennessy’s thin back, and he was about to faint from the crush.

Finally, the car stopped before he completely passed out.

He was lifted out of the car by Xue Ni, who looked apologetic.

Next to them was an abandoned cabin in the woods, and there were no other buildings or people in sight.

"Hurry! We must write to Snape immediately and let him know that the child is in our hands!"

Harry, who had been feeling dazed, instantly became clear-headed after hearing Walpole say those words.

He stared wide-eyed at Blood Nymph.

"Are you trying to use me to threaten the teacher!"

"No, it's not a threat, it's... it's a request for help, it's help!" Xueni said, his face filled with fear.

"Is this how you kidnap someone to ask for help?" Harry shouted angrily.

"There's nothing we can do, child! We can't let the Ministry of Magic find out about this, if they come looking for us..."

"Stop talking nonsense and bring him here right now!"

"Wolpe urged."

Bloody pulled Harry along and led him into the hut.

The place is a mess, with a bunch of things that are either abandoned or still usable.

An owl stood by the window of the cabin, gracefully preening its feathers with its sharp beak.

"He's Severus Snape. You certainly haven't missed that name, Elder. He used to be a servant of God, Mystic."

Xueni was extremely nervous; he paced back and forth restlessly.

“But this is our only option!” Wolper stared at him. “We can only use this child to force him to help us!”

"What if he doesn't care about the child's life or death at all? He's so cold-blooded, heartless, and inhuman!" Xue Ni plopped down on the creaking stool, constantly pulling at her hair.

"Then we'll go to Azkaban! You'll never see her again!"

While they were talking, Harry looked left and right, and at that moment he finally guessed who the two wizards in front of him were!

But he wisely kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

Walpole quickly finished writing the letter, then tore off a corner of Harry's robe and rolled the cloth and parchment together.

"He'll kill Eri! He'll kill it when he sees this letter!"

As Xueni watched the owl take off with the letter in its grasp, tears streamed down his face in anguish.

"No! Eri is smart; it knows how to protect itself!" Woppel didn't know whether he truly believed this or was deceiving himself.

The cabin fell silent. Xueni stared blankly at the sky outside the window, while Woppel busily tidied up the mess, but what was there to tidy up? He was just trying to keep himself occupied with his anxieties.

After a long while, Xue Ni wiped away his tears. He was the one who was most afraid at first, but after sending the letter, he calmed down.

“Your name is Dudley Dursley, right?” He looked at Harry, rummaging through Walpole’s trunk. “Want some candy?”

Harry shook his head like a baby holding a sand hammer.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry to have dragged you into this. But I promise you, no matter what, we will never hurt you."

He opened a lollipop for himself and said dejectedly.

Harry looked at the young vampire, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Why, why did you hurt Miss Patty?"

Upon hearing the name Patty, Xueni's tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes once again.

He covered his face, his body trembling, looking like he was about to burst into tears.

Harry was startled and stammered an apology.

"Yes, I'm sorry. If I said something wrong, I apologize!"

Xueni shook her head and said in a voice trembling with tears.