Dong dong dong——
Sean was yawning and drinking beer in the restaurant. When he heard the "lively" footsteps, he immediately became energetic and looked towards the stairs.
The two boys ran downstairs one after the other, their hair and clothes all messed up, as if there were wolves chasing them. Both of them had dark circles on their faces, looking like they hadn't had enough sleep, but the anxiety on their faces was exactly the same.
——This doesn’t look like a quarrel.
Sean, who had originally planned to watch the excitement, thought a bit in hindsight.
"Hey," Sean shouted to them across the sofa, wanting to watch the fun, "What are you doing, playing chase?"
Harry's feet slipped, and R behind him pulled him expressionlessly, but he shook R's hand away without even looking.
"We are in a hurry and have to go out for a few days," Harry resisted the urge to look at him and only said to Sean, "Charles is in a meeting, so I won't disturb him. Please tell him, Sean!"
"What!" Sean almost slipped off the sofa, "You've just gotten better - the professor won't let you out! Why is this so urgent? Are nuclear bombs about to fall from the sky?!"
"Some personal matters, we received a letter from a relative this morning," Harry said quickly, "one of our relatives was kidnapped, and something happened to his mother. We have to take a look, that's all -"
"Kidnapping case!" Sean jumped up in fright, "You are still running out like this! Oh my god, you should stay calm and recuperate. The professor wanted to throw the door panel on everyone's face a few days ago, why don't you? Let him worry less."
Harry shook his head: "There's no time to argue about this, we have to leave right away." As he said that, he walked out faster and reached out his hand to R - even though every time he thought about what he had heard, his face looked... They were all as red as cooked shrimp, but now was not—well, not the time to be sensitive or pretentious.
r immediately put his hand up, but his face didn't look good either.
——His relationship path finally made a little progress, but not to mention that Harry had his back turned to him at that time and was unwilling to say another word to him, let's just talk about morning. They rested on the sofa and bed for a while yesterday. Logically speaking, they would not wake up before noon, but at seven o'clock in the morning, a letter came from a magic item. R waved his wand and took it. He summoned him from the table, took out the letter, and after reading a few lines sleepily, he suddenly climbed off the sofa, ran towards the bed, and shook the unconscious Harry crazily.
"Wake up! There's a letter from your mother!" R shouted, "Don't pretend you can't hear me, the matter is serious! Open your eyes!"
As he spoke, he banged a beautifully crafted box with a shellfish sheen on the bedside table.
It was a messenger box, originally a pair, which was extremely expensive because it could deliver letters over long distances. Just put a letter in one box and close the box, and a letter exactly like the original will appear in the other box. No, even if its function is limited to sending messages, it is still a very convenient and highly confidential magic item. Before r could not wait for Harry and rushed into the house, he gave one of them to He asked Bathilda, told her that she was going to stay with a friend for a few days, and sincerely requested that if she received a letter, she would use this box to send it to him, so as not to cause any problems - such as being known by Riddle.
He never expected that it wouldn't be the other side who brought the bad news first.
Harry had to get up and read the letter with R - before they were halfway through, they were both completely awake. Whether it was R or Harry, sleepiness and the "big problem of adolescence" had been left behind. aside.
——Just yesterday, Snape disappeared. And his mother, Mrs. Eileen, disappeared after committing a murder.
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Lily paced the room anxiously.
It is now two fifty-four in the afternoon. Generally speaking, at this time, she should
Pour yourself a glass of juice and sit down at your desk to dig into some holiday reading. For a little girl with a strong thirst for knowledge, vacation is a good time to read and study. She can freely learn about wizards and Muggles at home through books and magazines. Mr. and Mrs. Evans are both highly educated people. They also encourage their little daughter's learning spirit. At this time, they will not disturb her often.
But Lily can't read a word now. She paced the room, hands clasped tightly over her heart, as if that would relieve her anxiety and tension. And every minute she would look down from the window, and every time she would look down, she would be disappointed and bite her lips tighter and tighter.
However, when the pointer pointed to three o'clock, she lowered her head to drink a glass of water and got what she wanted - there was a banging on her window.
Lily's eyes were fixed on the glass window. Then, she immediately threw the water glass away, ran over in a few steps, opened the window, and jumped in without hesitation.
"Merlin, Francis!" She said in shock: "How-why are you here?"
The blond boy was floating in the air, wearing a black cloak, and touched his nose sheepishly.
"I'm worried," Harry said softly, looking at Lily's face calmly. Unexpectedly, he found that her face was pale and she had heavy dark circles under her eyes. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, "I wasn't at home before, so I didn't know you. Something happened here, but as soon as I got home, I came over after seeing your letter. I think you must need my help now... Please forgive me for coming uninvited, but anyway, I feel like coming in person More useful than my owl coming over."
"You don't need to apologize!" Lily sniffed movedly, and she hugged his neck: "Thank you, little Francis! Oh, to be honest, I really, really don't know what to do now... …My parents didn’t let me go out, and the police cordoned off the scene, so I couldn’t sneak in… The knowledge I knew couldn’t help me understand the case better, and I couldn’t use a magic wand…”
The blond boy who was hugged by her quickly stabilized his body - he did not step on the window sill. He floated himself up before knocking on Lily's window. Now he was teetering in the air with no foothold.
It was not that he wanted to be an impolite gangster who climbed into a girl's window, but that circumstances forced him to do so. In the letter, Lily wrote about Mrs. Eileen's instructions before she left, and also how the Evans and his wife left their little daughter at home as if they were facing an enemy. If Harry carelessly knocked on the door to visit, the Evans and his wife would not be angry with him. , will also be very sensitive to these. In this case, he didn't want to further frighten his grandparents.
Therefore, out of many considerations, Harry chose to go through the window.
- God forbid Jas will know about this. he thinks.
Lily looked at him, noticed his unsteady figure, wiped her face, and let him go.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't hold you in this situation, you must be very uncomfortable." She opened the window to the maximum, "Come in, I'll get you a glass of water, I know it's hot outside, you - ah ,it's okay no problem."
Only then did she notice that Harry was suspended in the air, not sitting on a broom or flying carpet, or stepping on the window sill. Her thirst for knowledge made her want to ask questions, but she held back for more important things.
Harry carefully took off his shoes and put them into the space-cursed pocket before jumping into Lily's room. At the same time, his chin nodded slightly backward, signaling the invisible R to be careful outside.
"So," after entering the room, he did not sit down, but went straight to the topic, "Tell me about the situation, Lily. After you wrote to me, what else happened? I remember you said that you also wrote to Mai Professor Ge wrote a letter asking her how to call the police in this situation, and asked for Auror's help."
There was a look of disgust on Lily's face that could not be concealed.
"Professor McGonagall directly wrote a letter for me and sent it to the Ministry of Magic. The Aurors also came to my house to inquire on the same day." Her tone gave Harry an ominous feeling. Even if he hated Jas so much, his mother would not reveal it.
With such an expression, "They said Aurors would investigate this matter and claimed that Mrs. Eileen was an "obvious dark wizard". Everything at the crime scene proved that she was doing a dark magic experiment... They, they also said, "Lily took a few quick breaths, obviously very angry, "They said that Severus, "there is a great possibility that he has become his mother's first victim", so they will not make great efforts to find him... They How can you say that? ! "
Harry sighed - the Ministry of Magic was still inefficient after twenty years. Of course he wouldn't count on them.
Lily wrote down all the information she knew in the letter, including what she heard about a murder committed by Professor Snape's mother - Professor Snape's father was found lying in his mistress's house. It is said that by the time the police arrived at the scene, he was completely cold and had been restrained and lost a lot of blood before his death. And when the comatose mistress woke up, everything seemed to be revealed: she identified that it was Mrs. Eileen who broke into her home and was as ruthless to them as two chickens waiting to be slaughtered. Before she fainted, the murderer was slicing her lover's veins with a silver knife.
As the last person who came into contact with Mrs. Eileen before the murder, Lily was called for questioning for this reason. If it weren't for this, the police wouldn't even have told such a detailed case to a little girl like her.
"They - I mean the Muggle police," Lily pushed the water glass towards Harry, "they didn't believe me when I said 'Mrs. Eileen is a quiet and kind lady'." They say that due to long-term family problems, wives who take desperate measures are rare, but they do not exist... But I don't think she is that kind of person. You don't know her, Frances, she is a very wise lady, but she..."
Lily considered the words: "It's just that she's not usually so... likes to strive for a better life. I don't know why, but she is definitely not the kind of person who kills to vent her anger." She also doesn't understand Mrs. Eileen's lifestyle very well— -An educated witch obviously has many ways to make her life better.
Harry agreed.
If Mrs. Eileen wanted to kill her husband to vent her anger, then Mr. Snape would have died silently long ago, and the police would not be able to find out the potion. Snape has surpassed most adult wizards in potions. Even if his mother is not good at potions, he can help her. There is no rule against using potions during holidays.
Even a person with a high sense of morality like Harry, with a little thought, could come up with several ways to kill Mr. Snape with potions in this era and get away with it while being familiar with the properties of potions and the law. Those magic potions don't even have to be poisonous. Even if they are ordinary medicines, it is not uncommon for patients to die after taking the wrong medicine.
This era is really too advanced. If we want Aurors to make more achievements in forensic science, it may take another twenty years. Hogarts' universal education can cope with the emergencies of most people, but it is not enough to cope with the criminals who are proficient in it.
"What do the police think about the disappearance of Senior Snape?" Harry held the water Lily poured for him and took a reluctant sip. "He has been missing for almost 48 hours. He should be taken seriously."
In this day and age, disappearing is a very troublesome thing - the streets of Britain are not monitored! Even if the technological level of some companies or national departments has advanced to future generations, these expensive new devices will not be used on ordinary streets. In the absence of a nationwide network, a free person's travel records are not easy to query, and paper records are prone to omissions.
"They thought Severus' father sold him to human traffickers," Lily huffed, her face livid, "so Mrs. Eileen killed him - they thought it was justified."
"Human trafficker?" Harry's heart sank, feeling an ominous premonition.
Lily pursed her lips and straightened her messy hair.
"I heard my mother say that the blocks where we live
Some children have gone missing recently. "Lily said with an uneasy look on her face, "They...first, some people discovered that some stray children were missing, and then there were some children who were forced to work by their parents. There were rumors that their parents had been found. Big patron, a child can be exchanged for a lot of money... They, I mean, the police said that it is normal for an alcoholic to need money and sell a son he doesn't like, not to mention that he also has a... a... … need to be raised…”
A well-educated girl has been "one" for a long time, but she really can't say the word "mistress". She seemed to have the same problem as her future son, getting stuck when talking about uncomfortable words.
Harry's heart felt heavy. It all sounded like a tragic car accident - one thing crashing into another thing he was focused on.
Human traffickers. Human trafficking. A human trafficker who can even capture Snape?
Is it really such a... such a coincidence? Or is this inevitable?
"I know, I know, Lily, you don't have to - you don't have to say it," Harry said quickly, "You don't have to say it. I understand what you mean. So, they told you the general situation of the matter, but they didn't bring it You went to see the scene, right? How is that place now?"
"I didn't see... saw the body." Lily said, "They thought I was too young to see such a scene. However, there were strange words left at the scene, so they showed me the photos and asked me Have you seen anything similar at Severus' house?"
After saying that, she looked towards the door, as if she was afraid that her sister or parents might be eavesdropping behind her.
"——I'm studying ancient runes," she whispered. "That's rune, which has extremely strong magical power, Francis. Even if I don't know what the combination of those on the scene has, but when they say it, Mrs. Eileen cut Mr. Snape's neck with a silver knife and drained his blood. I knew there must be a reason. She never meant to kill anyone."
"Blood is a very important magical medium." Harry agreed with her statement. At the same time, he remembered something that happened in his first year. "I understand."
"What?" Lily asked hurriedly, "What did you understand? Tell me quickly!"
"Mrs. Eileen didn't...don't kill to vent her anger," Harry said slowly. At the same time, he secretly paid attention to Lily's expression, fearing that she would feel uneasy or scared. "I think if the blood at the scene is tested, it should be able to detect The blood of two people - her and Mr. Snape. In a magical sense, blood can be traced in real time. I know that there are some ancient families. When blood relatives disappear, they will use the blood with the highest overlap to cast spells. So as to find traces of blood relatives.”
That's how Sirius found Regulus. Although Harry had not seen it with his own eyes, he had heard about the whole process, because none of the mutants who followed him would hide this strange "magical adventure" from him. He had heard at least five versions.
However, Harry was very sure that Sirius had not drained the blood from his body at that time, and this did not seem to be the case at the scene where Mrs. Eileen stayed.
"Perhaps, the magic tracking used by Mrs. Eileen is the type that requires the blood of both parents." He concluded, "And this requires an extremely large amount of blood. Mrs. Eileen just doesn't have time to properly treat her husband - magic is instant It takes effect, her time is limited.”
Lily's eyes lit up, then dimmed again.
"I hope Severus is okay," she said, "but when he comes back and finds out all this, God, what will he think?"
Harry's heart was equally heavy. No matter what the family relationship is, this kind of tragedy should not happen to anyone, and Professor Snape, who will be called a hard-hearted person in the future, is still a minor now. He and Lily had the same idea on this matter.
They were relatively silent for a moment, then Harry looked at his watch and stood up.
"I can
Go try and see if you can see the scene. He said, "I will try my best to collect useful clues, Lily. If it doesn't work, I can also ask Professor Uledore for help. Even if he is not in the UK now, he can help us in all aspects."
"Professor Uledore? This is great!" Lily's expression became clear as soon as she heard Professor Uledore's name. The name of the greatest white wizard made her feel a little reassured, "Yes, we can still ask for help from him. He is The principal will definitely not be as irresponsible as an Auror..."
It seemed that she had deep resentment towards the Auror who did not do much. Harry thought helplessly.
"By the way," Lily grabbed his sleeve and looked at him nervously, her tone pleading, "Can you take me to the scene with you, Francis? I want to see the scene again... and where Severus disappeared. , I also want to take a look."
Harry hesitated.
Considering the actual situation, he felt that taking Lily out like this would be risky. Not that his grandparents would find anything - magic could take care of that - but if his suspicions were true, then the neighborhood wasn't very safe. He was definitely not an ordinary human trafficker who could accurately take Snape away. Harry had seen the young professor battle wits with the four robbers in the castle. Snape's vigilance and evasion skills were far beyond ordinary people. You could even say he has anti-tracking skills.
"Don't think about it."
Suddenly, Harry heard something he shouldn't have heard. The voice came from the window, and Harry turned his head away, his eyes widening.
Lily was startled - no matter who it was, they would feel a sense of horror like a ghost when they heard an unknown voice appear in their room. She subconsciously took out her wand and stood in front of her junior, but saw an expression on the blond boy's face that she had never seen before.
She was frightened again - she had never seen such a terrifying expression on the face of her lovely, gentle and caring junior. Well, she meant, he looked like he was smiling, but his eyes were like looking at a pig ready for slaughter. Lily had also seen how little Francis would sneeze at people he disliked, but he didn't have this expression at that time.
Lily couldn't help but look carefully at the person who appeared at the window.
He was a black-haired boy with a typical British appearance, a bit pale, but with delicate facial features. He was riding a broom, also wearing a black cloak, and was greeting them outside the window.
"Good afternoon, miss." The boy bowed slightly to her on the broom, "You have to try harder to ask him, otherwise he won't take you there - for him, your safety is more important than anything else. It's important, because a fool like him won't understand the mood of a person sitting at home waiting for news, which can make people collapse."
The black-haired boy glanced and noticed the other man's expression. Lily felt like he flinched, but then he quickly raised his chin.
"What's the matter," he said, "As your cousin and your best friend, can't I openly meet your...senpai who is treated like a sister?"
