Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 129 His companions abandoned him!

Thank you so much! Thank you so much!

After hearing Mary's exact words from Harry, Rozier expressed his gratitude to Harry and the others.

Draco stood silently to the side, arms folded, head held high, as if everyone owed him a fortune.

Harry patted Rozier on the shoulder.

“You two have such a good relationship, you shouldn’t have doubted from the beginning that she would be angry with you because of this.”

Rozier stared blankly for a few seconds after hearing Harry's words, then clutched his head.

“I know I should trust her; she is so willing to be tolerant of me. But for some reason, ever since I left home for Edinburgh, my mind has been foggy. I keep having all sorts of crazy thoughts, and I’m terrified that Mary will abandon me.”

Harry looked at him with pity.

He knew this was a side effect of being subjected to numerous forgetting spells, and that Rosier was essentially incurable. Even the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Damage had little chance of achieving breakthroughs in treating brain-related illnesses.

But Rozier was clearly more optimistic than he had imagined, perhaps because his mind was too cluttered with other thoughts and he wasn't thinking about anything else right now.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, he frantically rummaged through a cabinet to the side and pulled out some things.

"After confirming that I had nothing to do with the kidnapping, the Aurors returned what I was carrying. I should offer something in gratitude, please wait."

He found a silver bracelet, several keys, and a pair of gloves, his eyes clearly showing confusion.

"Have I ever had this before? Sorry, I've forgotten too many things, but you probably won't need this."

“I have some other things too. Mary and I bought some souvenirs in Edinburgh. Oh, right! Wolkes butter cookies. You’ll love them. Almost everyone buys a few to try when they go there.”

Finally, he found something suitable among them and shoved it into Harry's arms.

Harry didn't refuse in the end; he just asked.

"Didn't the Aurors tell you when you can go home?"

“No.” Rozier shook his head. “They said the apartment Mary and I rented is currently under lockdown because there’s a problem with the room, so we can’t go back yet. But at noon, someone came to tell me that I’ll be able to see my wife tomorrow, and our contact will no longer be restricted.”

Harry was happy for them.

"That's great!"

By this time, Draco was getting annoyed and urged Harry to lead the way to the broomstick room as soon as possible.

Finally, Harry said goodbye to Rozier and took Draco with him to the Auror's broom control room.

Just as the young witch had told Harry, the place was now unattended, except for some of the latest high-performance brooms which were locked up, while the older models were free for them to play with.

“The Dream of the Moon,” Draco said disdainfully, looking at the brooms on the shelf. “They’re almost 90 years old! The French Aurors actually still keep these things!”

"And silver arrows, these broomsticks that are almost broken, can they really make people fly?"

Unlike Draco, Harry was not picky. It was the first time he had seen a flying broomstick up close, and even the oldest broomstick was incredibly novel to him.

This room was indeed enchanted with a traceless stretching spell; it was much larger than a normal room, with a ceiling about 10 meters high on one side, and a spacious area the size of a football field!
"Do you know how to ride this thing?" Harry asked, both excited and nervous.

Draco put on airs, and a sense of superiority as a pureblood arose spontaneously at that moment.

"Of course I know! I've been riding toy flying brooms since I was two years old. They're replicas of the Sweeping Number 3. Even though they're toys, they're much more exquisite than these old antiques!"

"So, all I have to do is sit on the broom?"

Harry chose a silver arrow and straddled it between his legs.

Draco watched his movements and laughed.

"How could a broom be so inconvenient!"

He stood in front of a broom, striking a pose, and extended his right hand, placing it above the broom handle.

"stand up!"

At his command, the old Moon Dream seemed to come alive and immediately jumped into his hand!

"Ha! At least this broken place is somewhat obedient!" Even while praising it, Draco couldn't resist adding a disdainful remark.

Harry followed suit, putting down his broom and mimicking Draco's movements with one hand.

The silver arrow bounced and flew into his hand.

But then, Draco clearly wasn't as skilled with the broom as he'd claimed. He straddled the broom handle but couldn't get the hang of it, while Harry, on the other hand, seemed to recall an extremely distant memory once he actually held it.

It was in a cozy little house, and he was riding on a toy flying broomstick. Beside him was a man who looked very much like him, laughing happily, and a beautiful witch with emerald green eyes was also smiling at them.
He instinctively grasped the broom handle, then pushed off with his legs and leaned forward!
The next second, the old-fashioned broom that Draco had mentioned steadily lifted him up!
Harry was thrilled!

The freedom he felt after breaking free from the constraints of gravity made him blush with excitement.

Draco, who had just steadied his broom, got a little anxious when he saw this. He also pushed off with his legs on the broom and flew up!

However, because he did not grip the broom handle properly, he could not control the flight trajectory of the flying broom after it took off.

The broom beneath him began to shake violently, as if it wanted to fling him off!

Draco screamed in terror, gripping the broom handle tightly as the Moon Dream carried him rapidly toward the ground!

Just as he was less than half a meter from the ground, a hand suddenly grabbed Draco from behind by the back of his collar, pulling him off the broom and then gently placing him on the ground.

Draco was so frightened that his back was soaked with sweat. Harry, who had successfully rescued him, slowly hovered beside him on his broomstick and shrugged.

"You should grip it a little further forward so you can have better control over it."

"Do I need you to teach me?!" Draco yelled angrily. "It's the broom's fault! It's so disobedient! I want a new one!"

"Really? But didn't you just say it was well-behaved despite being broken?" Harry said deliberately.

"Shut up!!"

"The improved formula for the wolfsbane medicine requires precise control of the heat and regular stirring. The good news is that although brewing this medicine is troublesome and difficult, it does not take too long. The bad news is that we have to deal with it at this time every day for the past two days."

In an empty warehouse used for storing controlled items in the Auror, Severus and his men borrowed the room specifically to brew wolfsbane potion.

Lupin was somewhat uneasy.

"I... I've never drunk anything like this before."

"Then you should definitely try it. Belbi, who invented this formula, is indeed a genius. It would be a disservice to his achievement to only award him the Order of Merlin, Second Class. The main reason is that the Ministry of Magic doesn't treat werewolves as human beings. But actually, if we look at it from another perspective, although the wolfsbane potion cannot completely solve the problem of werewolves turning into wolves under the full moon, it solves the problem in a better way."

Severus said.

"As long as you take it every day for a week before the full moon, on the day of the full moon, even if you turn into a werewolf, you will still have your own consciousness."

"If anyone in the Ministry of Magic were to actually use their brain, they would understand just how terrifying a humanoid weapon a werewolf with a clear mind would be!"

"The same magic resistance as a troll, toxicity more terrifying than a venomous leopard beast, agility almost equivalent to a land thunderbird, plus independent thought! Tsk tsk tsk!"

Severus patted Lupin on the shoulder and clicked his tongue in praise.

"Every month you'll have one night where you're invincible! You'll become a terrifying wizard killer!"

Lupin could only manage a wry smile.

"But this potion is too expensive. The raw materials are very valuable, and the brewing process is extremely difficult. Even a normal wizard, let alone a werewolf, cannot afford it."

“With your Uncle Snape around, you’ll never run out of medicine!” Snape stood up from the cauldron. “Let it simmer here. We’ll come back tomorrow.”

As soon as they came out of the warehouse, they ran into Yuma, who was rushing over.

He clearly had something important to tell Severus and the others, and spoke up after seeing them.

"We've captured Shafik in Lyon!"

This news stunned both Severus and Lupin at the same time.

"You caught him?" Severus was clearly skeptical of the result.

“Yes!” Yuma’s expression wasn’t good, clearly there was something wrong with the Shafik they had captured. “To be precise, we found him at that farm in Lyon!”

"He became a fool who remembers nothing and knows nothing! He was abandoned there!"

Severus frowned.

"What does it mean to become an idiot? Did someone torture him with a Cruciatus Curse and drive him insane?"

"No, no! It was a forgetting curse that almost killed him! We can't even be sure how many were cast on him! But there were at least a hundred!"

Yuma was pale; he was horrified by this torture, which was almost comparable to the Cruciatus Curse.

"It's terrifying! Those spells completely destroyed his mind, turning him into an empty shell without a soul! His companions... his companions abandoned him!"

(End of this chapter)