Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 445 Bad Memory

"Snape was a Death Eater?" Hermione looked in disbelief.

Is there anything more absurd than that the teachers at the school are Death Eaters? She knew how nasty Snape was, the students in all three houses at the school hated him. Even among Slytherin students, not everyone liked Snape.

"I see him like a Death Eater. We can all be sure that Snape can do anything." Ron said disapprovingly.

Snape's greatest hobby was torturing students who were unable to resist. For such a person, there is no bottom line for him, and it is not surprising that he does anything.

Snape was a Death Eater, and he had this idea early on. Just like Lucius, it was no surprise that Death Eaters would get away with it at Hogwarts.

"But Dumbledore Dumbledore," Hermione argued, and her voice became quieter. Dumbledore might not tolerate the appearance of Death Eaters in the school, maybe he would tolerate it, after all, he might not know what conspiracy he was calculating.

"Yes, everything was Dumbledore's plan, he said Snape was his double agent. But who exactly did he give more information to, who knows, Dumbledore himself was a man no one could Someone who sees through."

Harry said disapprovingly, with annoyance in his tone, Dumbledore was becoming more and more like a conspirator.

Whether it is the Death Eaters or Voldemort, they are his enemies. And now that his enemy, who had abused and insulted him at school for several years, thought of this, Harry had swallowed a fly, there was enough dirty stuff in the school.

Harry quickly adjusted his mood again and continued talking about the next thing, "In addition to Snape, there is also Ludo Bagman, who is also accused of providing information to the Death Eaters. But he was not convicted, He was accepted by others on the grounds of unknowing."

Harry remembered the scene, and Ludo Bagman's stupidity seemed to be well known. No one believed that he would actually be a Death Eater, and it seemed that Voldemort would have been shocked by his stupidity and shunned him, and he easily avoided conviction.

Just because he was so stupid, any mistakes he made were already expected.

And of course, because he won the honours for the British team in Quidditch, everyone is willing to put up with his stupidity at this happy moment.

Then Harry's face turned a little ugly. "Finally, Mr. Crouch's son, his son was accused of participating in the search for Voldemort. They kidnapped an Auror and tortured the Auror and her with the Cruciatus. wife and made them mad. Crouch's son, and was sentenced to life in prison."

The picture he saw in the Pensieve made him very uncomfortable. It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child who looked completely stunned, trembling all over, with a blank expression on his pale face. His mother, a slender witch who was unable to stand, staggered, sobbing and sobbing over her mouth with a handkerchief.

And his father, Lord Barty Crouch, looked down at them with icy eyes, with extreme hatred on his face.

He didn't care about his son's justifications and rhetoric at all, and didn't give him any chance to speak. He encouraged everyone, handed them over to the Dementors, and sentenced them to life imprisonment.

Harry didn't know whether the boy was guilty or not, but he knew that at that time, Mr. Barty Crouch should at least bow his proud head and make a solemn apology for his wife.

Another thing that made him very uncomfortable was that the tortured Auror was Neville's father, and Neville's parents had been tortured insane during the attack and had been in St Mungo's Magic since then. Injury hospital, they don't even recognize Neville.

He felt that Neville deserved more sympathy than himself, and he couldn't imagine what a terrible scene it would be when his parents were alive and mad and couldn't recognize him at all.

And Neville was always as innocent, and was always bullied at school. Thinking of this,

He hated the people who bullied Neville even more, damn Snape.

Compared with the shock of this news, Harry was more annoyed that he had never tried to ask Neville about their family, he knew too little and too little about this timid-looking friend.

He was silent for a while and continued, "Dumbledore also knew that Voldemort was getting stronger, except for Bertha Higgins, Mr. Crouch, who had a Muggle missing as early as last August."

"The location is the village where Voldemort's father was born, and Voldemort started to act at that time. But after that, Dumbledore didn't say anything useful."

George said calmly, "Anyway, we reminded Dumbledore, that's enough. We didn't plan to rely on him to fight Voldemort, no matter what his plan is, we have to do our best to deal with it."

He didn't expect to use Dumbledore's power in the first place, like Dumbledore absolutely didn't trust them. He won't tell the young man he sees as unreliable about his thoughts and plans. He also did not trust Dumbledore, and would not pin his fate on Dumbledore's plan.

He looked at Harry and continued, "Maybe Dumbledore has more say in Snape, but that's none of our business. We don't depend on Dumbledore, let alone Snape."

Snape was never a good guy, that's for sure. As for whether he has any hidden feelings in his heart, what rich heart he has, those are meaningless.

Those who do good things are not necessarily good people, but those who do bad things must be bad people.

"We can trust ourselves, and we can trust each other." Harry looked at everyone emotionally and said in a gentle voice.

The memory of the Pensieve brought him heavy pressure, and only when facing the friend in front of him could he find the courage to support himself.

The more he saw Dumbledore and the faces of other people, the luckier he felt for the friendship he had, and the more he cherished the trust and support he had. This is a sincere feeling that those who intrigue and hurt each other will never have.

"What should come will always come, and we have been preparing for this day for a long time." George said in a flat tone, his face was extremely firm.

He had been preparing for this day long enough, from the moment he could act, he was preparing for the day he had to face. It has been long enough, and he has really been prepared enough. He is no longer the child who had nothing and could not protect his own child.

(To be continued.)