Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 149 Harry, wait for me to save you! (4k)

This farce by the UMNO party has come to a complete end.

Regardless of how many people take Grindelwald's words to heart, or how many people can truly let go of the matter after such persuasion.

After Grindelwald declared that "the Secret Law is a protection for wizards," the Malays, which should have fallen apart after the outcome of that duel but had been lingering on until now, was finally coming to an end.

They were indeed a group of people brought together by ideals, but in the magical world, to truly bring about change and accomplish something, a great wizard is needed to lead the way.

And now, their leader is gone.

Gone in every sense of the word.

In this cell, which had become so quiet that it could be described as silent, more and more people chose to leave in silence.

Their eight years of effort and planning turned out to be a laughable futility.

The person they tried so hard to rescue actually didn't want to come out at all.

That night, Grindelwald's words became their nightmare. Whenever Boggart encountered them, the transformed form was always this withered old man who walked out smiling and said those words.

"The Secret Law is a protection for wizards."

The prison, which had been packed with people and looked extremely crowded, gradually began to empty out again.

No one was angry; they were as if their hearts were dead, and they didn't even want to look at Grindelwald again. One by one, they walked down the spiral stone steps.

The last person left was Vida.

The witch, who had once been Grindelwald's most loyal assistant, showed no hatred or disappointment on her face. She simply stared blankly at the old man huddled in the corner of the bed, and after a long while, asked in a trembling voice.

"Your Excellency, may I... may I stay here with you?"

Grindelwald and she locked eyes for a long time before he asked her a question, seemingly quite interested.

"I heard you received funding from Nicolas Flamel to build a welfare home specifically for Squibs?"

"Yes."

“Why not continue this cause, Vader?” Grindelwald’s voice was soft. “Whatever your reasons, whether out of pity for them or for profit, you have persisted for eight years.”

Vida pursed her lips. This witch, who never bent her back, knelt before Grindelwald's body and wept silently.

She nodded upon hearing Grindelwald's words.

"If you want to see me do that, I'm willing to continue."

Grindelwald reached out his withered, slender hand and touched Vida's hair.

"We can't always dwell on the past; we need to think more about ourselves."

Then he looked at Nico, who was standing to one side with Severus.

"Please allow me to apologize to you on their behalf for this matter, Lemaître."

The old man, whose bones were probably all osteoporotic, simply shook his head and said.

“I knew from the beginning that this would be the final outcome. But what I didn’t expect was that there had been rumors that the one in Nurmengard had begun to repent for the mistakes he had made in the past. Both Dumbledore and I just hoped that such rumors were true, and it turned out that they were indeed true.”

“Perhaps it’s not really a confession,” Grindelwald said, looking at him. “It’s just that I’ve come to understand some things I couldn’t before. Finally, if you really don’t mind that they kidnapped you, then please don’t reveal their true identities to the French later.”

"This is the last request I can make to help them."

“They took the Infernal you hid underground to France.” Nicolas Flamel shrugged. “The Muggles and children in the monastery were evacuated beforehand, which will cause quite a bit of trouble for the Ministry of Magic, but no one should be harmed as a result. I can keep the truth from the Aurors, but only if no one is actually injured in this incident; otherwise, the murderer must be dealt with.”

Severus chimed in at this point.

"What's the deal with that Death Eater Shafik?"

“Nine years ago, he tortured Alvis to death with the Cruciatus Curse in order to make him serve his so-called master!” Vida’s voice was cold. “This is the retribution he deserved!”

"And what about Patrick Rozier?"

Severus's sudden mention of the name silenced Vida.

If Shafik deserved it, then Rozier, who also suffered from the mind trauma of the Oblivion Curse but not to the same extent, was the one most deeply hurt in this incident.

Vida was especially aware that she had ultimately sent Narrak and his two companions to capture her grand-nephew.

“If you are still willing to go back to being Aimee, I may be able to discuss with Perenaar the possibility of continuing to sponsor you in managing a monastery.”

Nicolas Flamel candidly stated that he genuinely didn't seem to care about being kidnapped by the Vader organization, and instead considered it a very interesting experience.

"But you must make amends to your Squib grandnephew and obtain his forgiveness."

Vida also left.

Even if she does make amends later, it might not be out of genuine remorse, but rather out of a stubborn insistence on obeying Grindelwald's orders.

Even so, as long as she takes action, we can judge her actions regardless of her intentions.

In the end, only Severus and Nico were left.

"You could have been more tactful. Did you deliberately say such harsh words?"

Nico spoke first. He looked a little tired, and only dared to sit carefully on the stone steps after clutching the corner of Severus's robe, so as not to hurt any of his old arms or legs.

Grindelwald said calmly.

“I’m not that understanding. They’ve actually come here to see me many times before, but I’ve never given them a real chance to come in.”

"Since the past is the past, time will always wash everything away, and I am here to bear what I should bear."

"But to my surprise, they actually picked up their persistence again."

Nico laughed, saying nothing more, but Severus, standing beside him, could sense that the old man thought Grindelwald was being hypocritical.

He clearly wants his former followers to completely give up on him and have no hope left, but he refuses to admit it.

At this moment, Severus finally had the opportunity to take out the letter that Dumbledore had helped him write to Nicolas Flamel, explaining why he had come to France specifically for this purpose.

“I have some personal problems with spellcasting and would like to seek your help, Mr. Lemaître.”

Under the same night sky.

Malfoy Manor, England. Since Draco was taken away by Severus, the already sparsely populated Malfoy family has become even quieter.

Even though she eventually acquiesced to Lucius's decision to send Draco away, Narcissa still spent the days her only son was away in tears, only managing a smile when she received a letter from Draco confirming his safety.

The only person who benefited from Draco's departure was the house-elf Dobby.

After the little master, who had almost completely inherited his master's temper, left, Dobby had much less work to do.

Although Lucius would sometimes find excuses to vent his anger on his son when he was thinking about him, it was still much less tormenting than usual.

Even though this doesn't conform to the traditional concept of house-elves, Dobby is an outlier among elves.

It is pleased with this result.

That night, after its owner and mistress had gone to sleep, it went alone to a storage room filled with garbage and dilapidated things and found the newspapers it had treasured for many years.

The newspapers were almost all reporting on the same person.

The savior who defeated the mysterious man eight years ago, the boy who miraculously survived—Harry Potter!
Even though his master secretly despised the boy, Dobby idolized him immensely.

Dobby secretly collected many newspaper articles that had previously reported on the boy, a fact his owner never discovered.

Even if one day his owner were to do something to harm Harry Potter, Dobby felt he could choose to protect the boy without hesitation!

Just as Dobby was once again engrossed in reading the news article praising Harry's brilliant performance, he was also trying to bandage the wound on his forehead.

Its pointed ears suddenly twitched.

"Who! Who's there?"

Dobby jumped up in alarm.

Dobby heard that!

It hurriedly hid the old newspapers, then mustered its courage, mixed with timidity, and carefully pushed the door open a crack.

On the grass outside, a peacock was pacing back and forth; the noise just now seemed to have come from it.

This relieved Dobby.

Dobby has certainly seen the recent news as well.

It knew that two demons had escaped from the wizard's prison.

Two demons connected to his master!
It had been living in fear for a long time, and had been having nightmares all day, in which it dreamed that its master and that group of people had reunited and were torturing it for their amusement by waving magic wands.

Dobby was deeply terrified by this, yet he couldn't help but worry about Harry Potter's safety.

Will those people seek revenge on Harry Potter?
When the Malfoy family's house-elf began to think anxiously and uneasy about these questions that a house-elf shouldn't be thinking about.

Close to the wall of the manor house, a large black dog silently jumped into the Malfoy house through a window that wasn't completely closed.

The pale moonlight reflected in his dark eyes, and his massive size and sharp fangs were enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

It wandered silently through Malfoy's house, quickly pinpointing the location of Lucius and Narcissa's master bedroom, as well as the house-elf's location.

Instead of immediately targeting anyone, it went to Lucius's study.

After transforming back into human form in the darkness, this Azkaban prisoner, who was wanted by all the Aurors in Britain and would soon be added to the French Ministry of Magic's wanted list, quietly opened the door to his study and went inside.

He didn't turn on the light, but instead used the moonlight from the window to search through the drawers piled high with letters.

Even after searching through every cabinet and drawer in the entire study, he still couldn't find any letters related to the person he was looking for.

This made the already impatient man even more agitated. His gaze turned dangerous as he began to consider the possibility of kidnapping the Malfoys and forcing them to reveal valuable information.

However, just as he was about to step out of the room to implement the plan...

A letter lying on the desk suddenly caught the man's attention!

The parchment was placed on the table as if the Malfoys had just finished reading the letter before going to bed.

Because it wasn't in an envelope, the man initially ignored it.

But as the moon moved, a ray of moonlight shone on the parchment, and the man saw the name!

Therefore, he picked up the letter and read its contents in their entirety.

Okay, I'll reluctantly accept your apology.

But you don't need to worry about that. Even in France, those mediocre wizards will have to give face to the Malfoy name!
When the Aurors heard about my background, they all treated me with utmost respect, and they even invited me to visit the Ministry of Magic.

Dudley Dursley, that skinny monkey, also benefited from my influence; he's already seen how powerful I am.

There was also a Squirrel pretending to be Rozier. Of course, I couldn't stand such an insult to the honor of purebloods, so I exposed his false identity and lies on the spot, leaving Snape and Lupin speechless and ashamed.

By the way, Dursley is no match for me at all. I've tamed him, and now he's all respectful to me, willing to be my follower. He even kneels down to polish my shoes every day!
I'm fine, Mom and Dad.

—Your son, Draco Malfoy

Upon reading the latter half of the letter, the man's face turned ferocious and terrifying!
He wanted nothing more than to tear the letter to shreds!
However, his remaining rationality quickly suppressed his unwise impulse.

After seeing the photo in the Daily Prophet in Azkaban, he knew that "Dali Dursley" was Harry Potter!
And now!
What kind of humiliation did James' son suffer because of that snotty-nosed guy!
How dare that Malfoy brat make Harry his sidekick, kneeling down to polish his shoes!
How dare he utter such a thing as taming!
And Lupin!

He just watched helplessly!

Do you want to see Harry being treated like this?

The prisoner who escaped from Azkaban felt like his head was about to explode with rage.

He breathed heavily, controlling his hand that had been gripping him tightly, and then gently placed the wrinkled parchment back on the desk, smoothing it out slowly.

"France. The French Ministry of Magic."

The man murmured to himself as he left the study.

"Wait for me, Harry! I will definitely get you out of here! I will definitely get you out of here!"

He transformed back into the black dog and left the Malfoy family manor silently, as if he had never been there at all.

(End of this chapter)