pertwk Chapter 621 Severus Snape
Chapter 621 Severus Snape
Chapter 621 Severus Snape
When Siron didn't see Narcissa and Draco in Knockturn Alley, he assumed Lila had captured them. But when he returned to the wand shop, he found that things weren't quite what he expected.
They ran away.
"What kind of look is that?" Lila glared at Xilun, annoyed.
"No, it's nothing," Xiren quickly explained. "I was just wondering how they got away. Didn't you have mandrakes with you?"
"Do you really think we'd use Mandrake in a crowded place like Diagon Alley?" Lila laughed in exasperation. "Or do you think the Ministry of Magic is too busy to send Aurors to arrest us?"
Siren then realized that although the battle was taking place in Knockout Alley, it was not far from Diagon Alley, and the cries of the mandrake could almost cover half a street.
Although this open environment greatly reduces the lethality of the mandrake's cry, it is still inevitable that one will sleep for a few hours.
Even in Knockout Alley, the Ministry of Magic would not stand idly by if something like this happened.
"Actually, they were rescued." At this moment, Galian walked over and placed a piece of vine on the table.
Xilun recognized them as the vines of the Devil's Web.
"We had them under control, but a wizard wearing a black hood suddenly appeared and rescued them. Judging from his attire, he should also be a Death Eater."
Xilun picked up the piece of Devil's Web vine from the table. It was obvious that it had been cut, and the cut surface was smooth and flat.
"His magic is strange; I've never seen it before," Lila continued. "It's a bit like a cutting spell, but much sharper. The tough vines of the Devil's Web are like butter in front of his magic, easily sliced through."
"The Divine Sharpness Shadowless Spell," Xilun whispered.
"What?"
"No, it's nothing." Xiren shook his head. "What I mean is, if we can't catch them, so be it. We can't really kill them anyway, and that's enough."
"But I can send them to the Ministry of Magic," Lila said.
"Come on, the Ministry of Magic is in such a mess right now, they can't be bothered with such trivial matters." Sirius waved his hand. "Besides, the one who's been working for Voldemort all along is Lucius Malfoy."
"Although we all know that Narcissa and Draco will definitely not stay out of it, on the surface, their identities are perfectly legitimate."
After exchanging a few words, Siron left the wand shop.
By this time, he already knew who had rescued Narcissa and Draco.
Only Severus Snape, with his invention of the Slash of the Gods, could slice through a complete Devil's Web in an instant.
Siren had to wonder whether this was Snape's own idea or Dumbledore's.
But it doesn't matter anymore. The people Siren really wants to find are Bellatrix and Lucius Malfoy. As for Draco, Malfoy is just a side job.
As for Narcissa Malfoy—what does what Lyra did have to do with him?
When Celen returned to the Weasleys Wizarding World, he saw Ron holding a box, staring incredulously at Fred and George.
"Why did you sell it to Harry for three Galleons, but to me for the original price of five Galleons? Please look carefully, I'm your little brother!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Fred rubbed his eyes hard, as if he had just recognized who was in front of him.
"We actually forgot about something so important," George said regretfully.
"So, how much do I need to pay?" Ron asked confidently.
He really liked the Daydream Charm, and he happened to have a little bit of his allowance left from last year. Although it wasn't much, he thought it would be nice to get a family discount price to buy it and give it a try.
"If it were our dear younger brother—"
"Ten Galleons," George said expressionlessly.
Ron's expression suddenly froze.
"What?"
"You'll have to pay us ten Galleons, understand?" Fred said. "Twenty Galleons if you ask again."
Ron's face flushed red instantly, and he angrily shoved the item back into the display case.
"Be careful, you'll have to pay for it if you break it," George kindly reminded him.
Just then, Mrs. Weasley returned.
"Bill's work adjustment hasn't been going smoothly, and it's taken a little longer—Harry, here's your Galleon," she said, handing Harry a small bag.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry. "What's wrong with Bill?"
"It's nothing, it's just that the fairies don't seem too keen on me doing office work," Bill said. "They'd rather I go back to the pyramids and break those centuries-old curses and magic."
"But if you're going to work for the Order of the Phoenix, you can't be too far from home, can you?" Hermione asked.
"The fairies don't care about any of that," Bill said. "They only care about the Galleons in the vaults down there and the treasure buried deep inside the pyramid. As for our war with the Mystic, it's probably less important to them than a single gold coin."
Indeed, for greedy fairies, nothing is more important than gold coins, and regardless of whether Voldemort or the Ministry of Magic wins, they will still need to manage the bank.
Gringotts is the best wizarding bank, and the goblins are quite confident in that regard.
Therefore, they don't need to take sides at all, and naturally they don't need to worry about the impending war.
This makes it easier to understand.
The fairies don't lack an office worker, but a good spellbreaker can help them get the treasures in the pyramid sooner.
"What happened in the end?" Xilun asked.
"Of course it's taken care of," Bill said. "I got a few familiar fairies involved, and they quickly helped me solve this little problem."
"How much?" Xilun asked.
"Twenty Galleons," Bill said.
"What, twenty Galleons?" Mrs. Weasley turned her head and asked in confusion.
"The reward for getting the fairy's help." Bill shrugged.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley was taken aback. "But didn't you say those goblins were your friends—"
"Oh, Mom, fairies don't have any friendships. They only care about gold coins. So-called friends are just those who can guarantee fair prices. Of course, that's also important."
Bill laughed, seemingly unconcerned about having just spent a large sum of money.
"I think it's a good deal," he said. "Twenty gallons for a safe office job that's closer to home is a good bargain."
"And what about the salary?" Fred asked. "It's definitely less than what you got in Egypt."
Bill didn't answer, but raised an eyebrow and said half-jokingly, "At least I can still afford things in your store—by the way, could you show me those boots? I love the design, if they don't have any weird features."