Regarding Jon's warning, Snape actually understood a little.
A person like him would never place his life in the hands of others, even though he didn't really care about whether he lived or not.
If he was killed by Voldemort, then he could accept it.
This way, he could accompany that person.
However, Jon did not feel that this was a good choice.
When a person's life ends should be up to that person, and not passively decided by others.
He could not help Snape to do anything, so the only thing he could promise was to ensure Snape's safety.
If Snape wanted to forget the past, he could help. If Snape wanted to forget Harry Potter's mother, he could do the same.
After all, he was not alone. He had a Memory Master and a Psychology Wizard by his side.
Looking at this situation, he still had a lot of talented people under him.
"Then let's end our conversation here. Anyway, it's almost time. I'll leave first. If there's anything, you can contact me anytime. Don't be shy, the more you say the better."
"Don't worry, I know what to do." Snape sent Jon to the door. "If there's anything, I'll contact you immediately. If I can't find you, I'll look for Dumbledore."
"Then I'll leave first."
Chown took the hourglass from the cabinet by the door. The domain of time distortion instantly disappeared, and the time here returned to normal again.
Then, he tore through space and disappeared in front of Snape's door.
…
Harry was snoring loudly.
He sat on a chair in front of the bedroom window for almost four hours, looking out at the gradually darkening street. Then, he fell asleep.
One side of his face was pressed against the cold window glass. His glasses were tilted to one side and his mouth was wide open.
His hot breath on the window was glinting in the orange light of the street lamp outside, and in the unnatural light his face was colorless, his black hair tousled, and he looked a little like a ghost.
The floor of the room was littered with owl feathers, apple cores and candy wrappers. A few magic books were spread out messily on the bed with his robe. There was a pile of newspapers under the lamp on the table.
One of the headlines was very eye-catching:
Harry Potter: Savior?
"We are not allowed to talk about this. Don't ask me anything."
Said an anxious Memory Salesman, who did not wish to reveal his name, as he left the Ministry of Magic last night.
However, according to the Ministry of Magic's well-informed sources, the center of the chaos was the legendary Oracle Hall.
Although the Ministry of Magic's spokesperson still refused to confirm the existence of such a place, more and more people in the Wizarding World believed that the Death Eaters who were serving their sentence in Azkaban for assault and theft had tried to steal a prophecy orb.
The contents of the orb were unknown, but people speculated that it had something to do with Harry Potter. He was the only known survivor of the Killing Curse, and it was said that he was in the Ministry of Magic on the night of the incident.
Some even called Potter the "Star of Salvation." They believed that the prophecy indicated that only Potter could rid us of the demon whose name was not to be spoken.
The second newspaper was placed next to the first, and the headline on it read:
Scrimgeour takes over for Fudge.
Most of the front page was occupied by a large black and white photo of a man. He had a mane of hair as thick as a lion's fur and a savage and fierce face.
The photo was movement--the man was waving his hand at the ceiling.
Rufus Scrimgeour, former head of the Auror Office of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, had replaced Connelly Fudge as the Minister of Magic.
To the left of this newspaper, there was another folded newspaper, on which an article entitled "The Ministry of Magic guarantees the safety of its students" was exposed.
The new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, said in a speech today:
The Ministry of Magic has taken some tough new measures to ensure that the students of Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry return to school this autumn.
"For obvious reasons, the Ministry of Magic will not disclose the details of its latest rigorous security plan."
However, an insider confirmed that the measures included some defensive spells and spells, a series of anti-magic spells, and an Auror squad specially sent to protect Hogwarts School.
The new Minister's firm stance on ensuring the safety of the students seemed to have dispelled most people's doubts. Mrs. Augusta Longbottom said: "My grandson Neville, who happens to be a good friend of Harry's, fought alongside Harry against the Death Eaters at the Ministry in June, and--"
The rest of the content of the report was covered by a large birdcage placed on top. Inside the birdcage was an extraordinary snow-white owl.
Its amber eyes swept the room majestically, and its head turned from time to time to look at its sleeping master.
Once or twice it clicked its beak impatiently, but Harry was too sound asleep to hear. .
There was a big box in the middle of the room. The lid was open, as if it was expecting something, but it was almost empty. There were only some candies, old underwear, empty ink bottles, and broken quills at the bottom of the box. On the floor beside the box was a small purple booklet, printed in bold letters:
Published under the authority of the Ministry of Magic
Protection of your home and family
Protection from the Dark Arts
Harry groaned in his sleep, his cheek slid an inch or two down the window, and his spectacles became more crooked, but he did not wake up.
An alarm clock, which Harry had repaired a few years ago, was ticking on the windowsill at a minute to eleven.
Beside it, in Harry's loose hand, was a piece of parchment, on which were written a few words in a slender, crooked hand.
Harry had often read the letter since it had been delivered three days ago, and the parchment, which had been tightly rolled when it arrived, was now flattened out.
Dear Harry,
If it is all right with you, I shall be at 11: 00 this Friday evening at 4 Privet Drive to the Burrow, where they have invited you to spend the rest of your summer holidays.
By the way, I have something to do on my way to the Burrow, and I shall be very glad to have your help.
Details to be told when we meet.
Please ask this owl to take back the reply letter. See you on Friday.
Yours faithfully,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry knew the contents of the letter by heart, but he could not help stealing a glance at it every few minutes since he had sat by his bedroom window at seven in the evening.
He knew there was no need to read Dumbledore's letter over and over again.
Harry had sent his affirmative answer back, as he had been asked to do, by the messenger owl.
All he could do now was wait — whether Dumbledore came or not.
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