Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 122 You liar! Pureblood wizards are all loving and affectionate!
"Kidnapping Nicolas Lemaître?"

Draco looked at Rozier with a questioning expression.

Do you have a magic wand?

Rozier removed his hand from his face and gave a bitter laugh.

"How could a Squib possibly have a magic wand?"

"How could you possibly kidnap a great alchemist!"

“The Aurors also want to know about this from me.” Rozier scratched his hair. “They say I was under a Confusion Charm and that some of my memories were altered. The wizards who kidnapped Nicolas Flamel locked the couple in my house after they took them away, during the days I was in England with my wife!”

Ha looked at him with pity and couldn't help but ask.

"Your surname is Rozier, so you must have a very powerful family behind you, right? Didn't your parents or relatives come to speak up for you?"

Upon hearing this question, Rozier calmed down and raised his arm to wipe away the tears on his face.

“You are still young and have not been exposed to the magical world. For pure-blood families, especially families like Rozier’s, the requirements for their offspring are extremely strict. Squibs, according to the theory of pure-bloods, should not exist in pure-blood families at all. Once discovered, they will be expelled from the family and will not be recognized as one of them.”

Draco looked on in disbelief, his face pale, staring at Rozier speechlessly. Only Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Kicked out of your home? Your biological parents?"

Rozier nodded, a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"That was shortly after my tenth birthday, when my parents were convinced they didn't see any signs of a wizard in me, and eventually, along with others, accepted the fact that I was indeed a Squib."

“I was terrified at the time. I already knew what the consequences would be if I were a Squib in such a family.”

"Almost every day when I open my eyes, I am filled with fear and I check to make sure I am still in my own bed. I am afraid that my parents will quietly abandon me in the middle of the night."

“I begged them many times to accept me. Even if I couldn’t become a wizard, I could do anything in that house as long as they didn’t kick me out. But they just insulted me, saying I was not even as useful as a house-elf and that staying would only bring shame to them.”

"So a week before my 11th birthday, when the acceptance letters from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had already been sent to the other children, but I had nothing, they finally couldn't stand it anymore."

“My biological parents threw me out of my home to Nice, near Italy, and put a spell on the door so that I would never be able to find it or open it.”

Upon hearing this, Draco was pressed against the wall, his eyes wide open, his gray eyes filled with disbelief.

Harry listened with his mouth agape as Rosier recounted his story. The worst scenario he could imagine was the kind of mistreatment he'd faced at Aunt Petunia's house, but he never imagined that biological parents could abandon their own children. Rosier, on the other hand, was the calmest, as if these past events had numbed him, leaving him feeling neither resentment nor sadness about those experiences.

“I wandered around Nice alone for a week. At that time, I knew nothing about Muggles. I didn’t know what a car was, what a subway was, what a policeman was, or even what clothes a normal person should wear. I was able to eat every day thanks to the kindness of the residents of Nice.”

“Back home, almost everyone in the Rozier family believed that Muggles were stupid, lowly, and dirty. I was educated in that environment from a young age and always felt a strong aversion and disgust towards Muggles. But after my two noble parents abandoned me, it was those Muggles who helped me. They didn’t let me starve and took me to a relief station, giving me a place to sleep.”

Rozier was somewhat moved.

“At the time, someone called the police for me, hoping they could help me find my parents, but I knew they would never have the chance to send me home. I told them I didn’t know where my home was or who my parents were, and they couldn’t find anything either, so in the end they could only send me to an orphanage.”

"The church welfare home in Paris is not far from the suburbs, and it was sponsored by two kind old people."

“I had a wonderful time in the orphanage. The nannies there were very kind. Although there were conflicts between the children, there was no serious bullying under the guidance of the adults.”

"Later, after I came of age, the nannies helped us find jobs. I became a car salesman in Paris, and it was during this time that I met my wife, Marie. She was a beautiful and lively girl. I love her, and it was she who was willing to start a family with me, which gave me a family again."

"But because I was worried about causing her trouble, I never mentioned anything about wizards or magic to her. She was terrified after we were captured by the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic yesterday. We were separated and not allowed to contact each other. I'm very worried about her now, really worried."

"Liar!" Draco suddenly shouted, glaring at Rozier. "You liar! You're definitely lying to us! You're not even named Rozier! How could a pure-blood family have a Squib? We are born noble and would never abandon our families! You're deliberately trying to smear pure-blood wizards!"

After shouting, he ran out alone, leaving Harry looking apologetic as he apologized to the stunned Rozier.

“I’m sorry, sir, he’s a bit sensitive about this kind of thing.”

Rozier shook his head; he understood why Draco was reacting so strongly.

“It’s okay. That’s how families are raised. If I hadn’t been a dud and hadn’t experienced so much firsthand, I probably would have been just like him, not understanding many things.”

At this point, he suddenly looked at Harry earnestly and made a request.

“The Aurors say they’re pretty sure I’m innocent, but they still won’t let me leave this room. Could you help me find out where my wife Mary is staying? I’m worried about her, and I’m even more afraid that she won’t be able to forgive me for hiding the truth from her. If possible, I hope you can apologize to her on my behalf.”

Harry, always righteous and brave, and a self-proclaimed hero, naturally patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Of course I'd be more than happy to help you with that!"

(End of this chapter)