Chapter 96 The 18-Year-Old Aunt

There was only Snape and two ferocious men in the empty large classroom.

Snape was wearing only a light-transmitting black robe, and he was naked inside, nothing else.

He tugged at the collar, and the clothes shrank slightly, so as to outline his beautiful figure, especially the pair of slender and round thighs, which gave people a feeling that if they were women, they would be beautiful.

Delix was a strong man, his straight hair was kept short and unsmiling, and his entire hair was gray.

Delix stared into Snape's eyes like this, and the straight-line distance between the two faces was not even more than five centimeters.

His throat twitched and he swallowed.

Delix seemed to want to see through those eyes what Snape was thinking, but unfortunately...it was blank.

Wait...he saw it, what was that?

as if it were myself...

Who is hugging?

Kingsley?

Hey, damn it, he occasionally has this idea, but he has never implemented it!

Could it be that he was drunk...forcibly?

No, damn it!

Dulix immediately realized that he had been tricked. Snape not only saw his thoughts through Legilimency, but also immediately forged a memory and deliberately let him see!

Terrible magical attainments!

Cold sweat dripped down Delix's face.

Kingsley Shacklebolt didn't know what happened between the two, he was still watching Snape with relish, waiting for Dawlish to get tired of playing, he stepped forward to play.

For Kingsley, he was just going through the motions, making sure Snape wasn't embarrassed by Dawlish.

He was Dumbledore's man after all, in body and soul...he was Dumbledore's man through and through.

It can only be said that this time the matter was a big one, a professor was blatantly died, and the Gringotts affair was involved, so the Ministry of Magic sent so many Aurors to Hogwarts with such a big fanfare.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

Dawlish found out that he was not Snape's opponent and turned to interrogation.

"Eleven years." Snape looked impatient.

These Ministry of Magic have long known that he was imprisoned in Azkaban for interrogation, and naturally familiar with the routines of Aurors in handling cases.

"You apply to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts first, don't you?" Dawlish avoided Snape's eyes to prevent him from being demented again.

"Yes," Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

Snape pouted. "Obvious."

"You have applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts classes many times since you entered the school, haven't you?"

"Yes." Snape frowned, looking annoyed.

"Do you know why Professor Dumbledore has repeatedly refused to use you?"

"He's probably afraid of my death," Snape replied bluntly.

"You may not know that most of the professors in this school are trying to fish in troubled waters, there are only a few capable ones, and I am the best one.

He was afraid that something would happen to me, and no one would help him.

After all, Professor Dumbledore is a total idiot! "

"You... really dare to say it." Delixi said unhappily.

He snorted coldly and continued:

"So, may I think that you were jealous of Professor Quirrell, jealous that he applied for the position of your dreams, so you poisoned him to death?"

"Potion can be drunk, but words can't be said." Snape retorted.

"It's the poison that Professor Dumbledore asked me to brew. I just follow his orders."

"He asks you to cook and you cook,

Don't even ask about the use? "

Snape said in a disdainful tone, "He's the headmaster, I'm not obedient, it's very likely that tomorrow the position of potions professor will become someone else.

Is the Ministry of Magic looking for a new job for me? "

"Then why did Professor Dumbledore let you brew poison? Did he already know Quirrell was a dark wizard?"

Snape hummed, "I don't know, maybe you should ask him, of course, he should have known before you Aurors."

"What do you mean?" Dawlish said fiercely, staring at Snape.

Snape shrugged. "Your Ministry of Magic is always one step behind, even the dark wizards lurking in Hogwarts can't be found!

Instead of wasting time questioning me, you should probably improve your abilities.

If you were more skilled, you might have caught Quirrell long ago..."

Not everyone can resist Snape's vicious tongue. Delix tried to beat him several times, but he finally held back.

Hit someone on Dumbledore's turf, unless he, the Auror, doesn't want to do it!

Dawlish knew one thing: the old witch named Umbridge was knocked unconscious because of a conflict with Stark, and Umbridge was kicked out of the Auror office.

This has become a Ministry of Magic joke!

He didn't want to be the second joke.

After the interrogation, Professor Snape left the room, and William walked in soon after.

However, by his side, there were no two big men interrogating, only an elderly witch.

She looked fifty or sixty years old, with short granny grey hair and dark pupils.

He was obviously very old, but he was wearing a girl's pink clothes. This color is obviously only suitable for girls under the age of 20.

This contrast is very strong, giving people the feeling that a woman is acting like a spoiled child.

If an innocent girl of 16 or 17 years old is beautiful, she will look good no matter how she acts like a spoiled child; but an old woman after a certain age will give people a feeling of disgusting face.

At this moment, William actually sounded the old witch of Umbridge.

She is also an old woman, but she likes to speak in a high-pitched whisper that makes her think she is a young girl.

That witch is also a watcher. She pouted and said with a coquettish smile, "Why, my clothes don't look good?"

"No, old...Auntie, you look good in everything you wear."

William came back to his senses, and immediately said with a smile on his face.

"Auntie..." The woman couldn't hold back her face, and she said, "Little brother, don't scream, I'm only eighteen years old this year."

William said honestly and honestly: "Is your daughter eighteen years old? Say her name, maybe it's one of my senior sisters? Maybe I know her!"

"Go away, why don't you die!" The woman seemed to be a lit firecracker, she took out her wand and seemed to want to cast a curse.

She tilted her head and smiled, put down her wand again, fumbled around, and took out a transparent bottle from her pocket.

She grinned and said, "Little brother, this is a powerful Veritaserum... Obediently tell me the truth of the matter... Otherwise, I'm sure you can even find out about your bed-wetting when you were a child!"

William sniffed and said with a smile: "The taste is dull, with a lemon smell..."

"Your Veritaserum... expired? Tonks... Aunt?!"

Nymphadora Tonks angrily smashed the bottle at William!

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