Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 137 Thank goodness I'm a Death Eater
The Aurors who arrived at the scene immediately to provide reinforcements did not rush directly into the epicenter of the explosion.

Instead, the Auror Chieftain led the large-scale deployment of Muggle Expulsion Charms.

The enormous explosion, which could be heard throughout Paris, and the flames that illuminated half the sky, had already attracted the attention of all the Muggles in the city.

The Muggle police reacted immediately, driving their patrol cars toward the monastery. However, after encountering the Muggle expulsion charm left by the Aurors, the police officers all turned their vehicles around for various strange reasons and ideas, wanting to return to the police station!

The Paris police chief, furious, personally picked up a walkie-talkie and yelled into the police channel.

"Why are you turning around! Go inside with the firefighters! We need to find out what happened!!"

Subsequently, the police cars that wanted to turn back due to various inexplicable troubles popping into their minds reluctantly turned around again, and together with the three fire trucks that had already sped up, they tried to enter the vicinity of the explosion once more.

However, this time it wasn't just the police officers; even the firefighters within that area suddenly had all sorts of reasons pop into their heads and started turning back!
"Sir! I just remembered, the fire truck hasn't been inspected this month!"

"My wife told me I have to be home on time tonight, or she'll divorce me!"

"I'm about to retire, sir. I refuse to take such a risky job!"

"My shoes are broken! There's something inside them that's rubbing against my feet! I need to go back to the station and get a new pair!"

"I have to go back and bring my badge, sir! Without it, I can't complete this mission!"

Listening to the nonsensical and absurd reasons given on the channel, the Paris police chief's back was already soaked with sweat without him even realizing it.

If it happened once, it could be considered a coincidence, but this was the second time that dozens of people had collectively disobeyed orders and returned under various absurd excuses.
What other reason can be used to explain the past?
Just as the director's mind was wandering and he was lost in thought, his secretary suddenly trotted over with a phone in hand.

"Chief, it's the President on the phone!"

"Who?" The director's body trembled violently as he looked at his secretary.

“Mr. President,” the secretary said softly.

The director quickly tidied his appearance and then took the telephone receiver.

After a brief conversation with the person on the other end of the phone, he quickly redeployed his men.

"Have everyone evacuate! Set up a perimeter cordon outside and prevent anyone else from entering!"

"Does that include firefighters?" a deputy director asked, puzzled.

"Someone from the fire department has been communicating with them, and they won't be trying to go in again."

“But what can we say to the public?” Another deputy director couldn’t accept it. “The public will never accept our inaction!”

"Announce it to the public now! We have preliminarily determined the cause of the explosion!" The police chief took a deep breath. "Just say it was an accidental gas pipeline explosion!"

There are no gas pipes there at all!

The deputy director, who was usually upright, grabbed the director's police uniform.

"What do you mean by this! Who called you just now! Who is involved in this explosion that would make you make such an absurd decision!"

"If there's no gas pipeline, then say it's an oil pipeline or a natural gas pipeline!" The bureau chief just glared at him. "If you're not satisfied with my decision, you can bring anyone willing to rush in with you and try to go in! As long as you can do it, I won't stop you!"

"Do those Muggle cops still want to come in?"

"No! It must be the minister who contacted their president! The Muggle police have given up trying to get closer and instead set up a perimeter to help us drive away those inappropriate Muggles!"

The epicenter of the explosion was next to the monastery, which was now completely unrecognizable.

Almost all the Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic have gathered here, with Girard personally overseeing the operation!

"What exactly do they want to do?!"

Yuma followed Giral, who stared at the scene before him in utter disbelief.

"Who could survive such destruction! Didn't they want to capture those duds? If they wanted to capture people, why cause so much damage?!"

"We should be thankful that there are no more Muggles living around this monastery, otherwise the consequences would have been much worse."

Although Gilal looked unwell, she remained relatively calm in front of the Aurors.

"Prepare to extinguish the fire! Be ready to engage the enemy at any time and search for the victims!"

Aurors riding flying broomsticks were the first to approach the sea of ​​fire. They used a summoning spell in mid-air to summon water from the Seine River and extinguish the fire with an astonishing amount of water at the fastest speed.

Immediately afterwards, the Auror squads on the ground began to surround the area where the monastery had originally been, now only a huge void remained.

Just then, a pale hand suddenly reached out from beneath the water-soaked earth!
Some Aurors were caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. An arm that emerged from the ground grabbed their ankles, and they screamed as half of their bodies were pulled into the ground!

Then, more and more arms broke through the ground!

Countless grotesque, pale, and slippery-skinned monsters, resembling waterlogged corpses, crawled out of a swamp! "Shadow Corpses! They're Shadow Corpses!!"

An Auror was shouting.

At the same time, a blinding, ghastly green light shot into the sky from the center of the giant pit!

Under the Parisian night sky, a skull pattern with a serpent's tongue protruding faced the Auror who was fighting off the Infernal, as if issuing a silent mockery.

"It's those Death Eaters! They're so arrogant! They're so outrageous!!"

Gilard's body was trembling!

It wasn't fear, nor was it tension; it was more like a mixture of anger, relief, and excitement.

Yuma looked at Gilal in disbelief, unable to understand why the other was behaving this way!

Should the appearance of the Dark Mark make her feel relaxed?

Aren't the harm caused by Death Eaters harm? Aren't the people they kill human lives?

But what Gilar was thinking at that moment was something Yuma could never have imagined.

After seeing the Dark Mark light up, the frustration she had felt that afternoon after comparing the photograph Severus had given her in the minister's office safe completely dissipated at that moment!

Death Eaters are definitely a bunch of bastards, a bunch of trash and beasts!
Ultimately, these people, led by the mysterious figure, primarily operate in Britain; they are a group of dark wizards who originated in Britain.

However, they are different from the group of people in the photo!
Those people once swept across all of Europe!

Their master became the leader of almost half of Europe's wizards!

Perhaps their destructive power wasn't as insane as the Death Eaters are now, but the psychological trauma they inflicted on the wizards who experienced that catastrophe was far greater than what the Death Eaters can now inflict.

Fortunately, he was a Death Eater.

Fortunately, Snape's judgment was wrong!
Giral was relieved and began directing the Aurors to contain the undead crawling out of the ground, while also sending out more Aurors who were constantly arriving, hoping to capture the culprit who had caused this destruction tonight.

Just as the monastery was attracting almost all the attention of the French Aurors.

The French Ministry of Magic.

After the alarm sounded and all the Aurors were mobilized, the Ministry of Magic was placed under martial law.

Ordinary employees all went home immediately, while the black cats that usually hid in the shadows during the day began to go to work early, faithfully guarding every piece of land here.

With Severus absent, and especially after that unpleasant incident that afternoon, Lupin had no need to participate in the Auror operation.

He looked after Draco and Harry, staying in their bedroom. Harry paced back and forth in the room, constantly asking him where Severus was.

"Don't worry, he went back to Hogwarts to confirm some things with Dumbledore. There's absolutely no danger on his end."

Not long after Lupin had calmed them down, Mary, pale-faced and with red eyes, knocked on their door and came in carrying two boxes of cookies.

"These...these are what Patrick wants to thank you for."

She put down the biscuit, then hesitated, her face full of fear and unease, as if there were some things she didn't know whether she should say.

Lupin clearly noticed something was wrong with her.

"Madam, what's wrong with you?"

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with Patrick. I should have trusted him completely. After he asked me to deliver the things, he tried to find excuses to stay around you, saying that it was safest to be with you.”

Mary looked at Lupin and the others with tears in her eyes and a nervous anxiety. She didn't know what the consequences of her words would be, but she had a premonition.

If she wants to ensure her husband's safety, she'd better tell these people the truth!

"I guessed he was going to do something dangerous, and I cried and begged him not to go, but he said that if he didn't go, we would have no future!"

Lupin held his breath for a moment!

He sensed a massive conspiracy!

A conspiracy against the French Ministry of Magic, which was organized by a group of people long before Nicolas Flamel was kidnapped!
Rozier's chaotic brain, nearly damaged by the Oblivion and Confusion spells, is very likely a facade created to conceal something!

Those forgetting spells weren't necessarily something he was forced to endure; rather, they were preparations he and certain others had made in advance to evade scrutiny from the Ministry of Magic.

In order to make such preparations, he was willing to make that irreversible sacrifice!

(End of this chapter)