Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 162 An Encounter at the Airport
Draco realized at this point that he had made a fool of himself.

But given his temperament, even if he knew he was overthinking things, how could he possibly back down?

So he immediately broke free from Severus's grasp and then came up with another reason, which was just sophistry.

"Even if they didn't capture the wizards, the fact that Muggles could create something like this means they must have stolen the wizards' technology!"

"If Muggles could really achieve this level of development by stealing technology, then why did they wait until the last few decades to start stealing?"

Lupin gave two ice creams to Harry and Draco, and handed a cup of coffee to Severus.

"And wizards obviously don't have that kind of technology."

After taking the ice cream, Draco turned his head away, pretending not to hear anything, and muttered some self-justifying words to himself.

This made Severus, Harry, and Lupin exchange a knowing smile; they were already used to Draco's behavior.

They all knew that Draco had changed a lot of his prejudices since his time in England, but he was too thin-skinned and proud. What he thought in his heart was one thing, and what he showed on his face was another.

Just as they were enjoying this moment of relaxation.

A quarrel suddenly caught Severus's attention.

"I'll say it again! Andrews is indeed my cousin, and he is indeed very knowledgeable about trolls! But I have no idea where he is these days!"

"Please stop bothering me! I have normal residency status in Muggles, which is why I can travel by boat, train, and plane! I don't know how you managed to sneak in, but I have to warn you!"

The strangely dressed middle-aged man, wearing a formal suit jacket on his upper body but sweatpants on his lower body, glasses, and with thinning hair on his head, was carrying a briefcase.

He lowered his voice as he issued this warning to the young man who had been clinging to him, wearing a jewel-green robe covered in sequins but with jeans underneath and a constant smile on his face.

"I must warn you, casting spells on Muggles is against magical laws! In any country, and if an Auror discovers this..."

The flashy-looking, smiling young man flicked his flowing blond hair.

“Oh! My dear Angelo, you can’t make such a baseless accusation against a famous bestselling author who has won the Wizarding Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award four times, and who will surely receive the award for the fifth time next year!”

"How could I cast spells on Muggles? Nobody knows Muggles better than me! I know how to use their transportation, and that you need to buy a ticket, right? Look, I have it!"

He pulled out a plane ticket and waved it in front of the balding middle-aged man.

"And I'm not trying to bother you. I've been thinking about creating a masterpiece about trolls lately. I know a lot about these magical creatures! But creating something like this requires brainstorming, and this is a great opportunity for your cousin!"

"Just imagine, if those paparazzi discovered that an unknown wizard had actually helped with my work, he would definitely become famous!"

The bald man just looked at him impatiently.

“Andrews doesn’t like this! He’s just an ordinary scholar and adventurer who has spent his life dedicating himself to unraveling mysteries in the eyes of the public! He’s not interested in fame!”

"No, no, no!" The flamboyant young man shook his head seriously. "Those are just ordinary people with no reputation and extremely shallow views. Have you read Aesop's Fables? Like the fox who couldn't reach the grapes but could only say they were sour, it's because there are too many foxes like that in the magical world that people have developed a great misunderstanding about the matter of fame through their spread of the word."

"And I can help your cousin dispel this misunderstanding!"

The bald wizard, seemingly thoroughly annoyed by his persistence, snapped, "Then go find him yourself! I'm not some adventurer who studies trolls!"

The flamboyant young man simply shrugged. He was clearly not going to give up just because the man said a few words. However, just as he was about to stick to him, he suddenly turned his head and made a new discovery!

Upon seeing Severus and his three companions sitting on the boarding gate bench, the blond youth's eyes instantly turned to fear, but within two seconds, they lit up with delight.

"Aha! Look who I've run into! It's none other than Senior Silver Snape!"

His loud shout drew the attention of Harry, Draco, and Lupin, who hadn't noticed the two men before, and they all turned to look at him.

Harry clearly didn't recognize the man, while Draco stared at him suspiciously, feeling that the young man looked somewhat familiar.

Lupin was somewhat surprised. He seemed not to have expected such a coincidence to run into this "famous" figure in the British magical world at a Muggle airport.

Upon hearing the blond youth address him, Severus raised an eyebrow and, unusually, uttered a somewhat sarcastic remark.

"You've even come to France to find inspiration, Lockhart?"

Indeed, the flamboyant, greasy blond youth before them was none other than the renowned bestselling author in the wizarding world, whose fame far surpassed even Wolpe's. He had been awarded the Most Charming Smile Award four times consecutively by *Wizarding Weekly*, was a third-class rank insignia of the Order of Merlin, and a distinguished member of the League Against the Dark Arts—

Gilderoy Lockhart!

Originally trying his best to avoid Lockhart, the bald man walking in front also heard his voice, turned around and saw Severus.

"my God!"

He exclaimed.

"Severus Snape! You're here!"

He displayed an excitement completely different from when he was being pestered by Lockhart, and almost the instant he saw Severus, he walked quickly to Severus's side without hesitation.

"I'm a huge fan of the book 'Blood Ties: Vampires and Muggles,' and not just me, my wife and kids love your stories too! We listened to the whole trial!"

As he rambled on, he excitedly pulled the book written by Wolpe from his briefcase.

"Could you sign this book for me? My wife would be ecstatic to see it!"

It was clear that what he said just now wasn't just polite talk; the fact that he carries this book with him shows that he is indeed a loyal book lover.

This behavior made Lockhart, who was standing to the side, extremely embarrassed.

His smile became stiff, and his eyes darted around uncomfortably, as if he were looking somewhere else entirely.

But his thick skin soon proved to be an advantage.

"Ha! Today must be your lucky day, Angelo! Meeting two big stars from the magical world in one day! If others knew, they would be so envious they'd faint!"

(End of this chapter)