Chapter 113: The old bee who wanted to pass on the blame and Professor Snape who refused to take the

Professor Snape, who was asked by Professor McGonagall, did not respond, but just nodded silently.

His original intention in doing so was just to deal with the matter calmly and avoid provoking Professor McGonagall after any verbal communication.

But he overlooked one problem. He had a high ponytail with pink highlights at the ends, a mixture of silver and black, and was wearing a pure black custom-made suit.

At this point, he is no longer the greasy and cold image he had before, and is positioned more like a melancholy and cool handsome guy.

This action didn’t seem like Shen Mo was deliberately trying to be cool, rather than being wrong.

As expected, this "cool" action made Professor McGonagall a little angry.

She kept waving her fingers, pointing at the three people in front of her and roaring angrily.

“You are professors and principals. You are role models for students in school. You are their idols and the goals they should strive to become in the future.”

"But what about you now? Such behavior is not only completely inappropriate, but also extremely bad."

"You really disappoint me."

The angry Professor McGonagall, like a roaring lioness, roared desperately at the three people present.

No matter it was Professor Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore, or Hagrid, they all stood there obediently, lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

Professor McGonagall scolded these three naughty "children" for about 10 minutes.

During this period, the three of them dared not utter a word until Professor McGonagall stopped scolding because of dry mouth.

He stared at the three people and asked unhappily.

"Okay, don't you have anything to say? Have you realized your mistakes?"

As soon as this question was asked, Dumbledore immediately looked at Professor Snape beside him, hoping that the other party was always reliable.

You can answer this fatal question and take the blame at the same time.

But Professor Snape was obviously unwilling to do so, or he thought that the blame before him was too big for him to bear.

After all, it is better than secretly mixing illegal potions and helping Voldemort without telling anyone.

It would obviously be much more difficult and dangerous to offend Professor McGonagall at this time.

So he and Hagrid all stared at Dumbledore who was in the middle of the three people, and spoke in their inherent sarcastic tone.

"Dear Headmaster, I think among the three of us, you have the biggest problem, the highest status, and the oldest age."

"I think you should explain your ridiculous behavior to Professor McGonagall as a representative. As for me."

"I can assure you that this is only a change of appearance, and is in accordance with the wishes of my lovely students."

Dumbledore's old face was full of question marks. He looked at Professor Snape in surprise, and his open mouth best represented his mood at this moment.

Well, Severus Snape, you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have also betrayed the revolution, with such a sharp tongue.

Why does he always have a bad impression of déjà vu?

Professor Snape's words happened to remind Professor McGonagall of something, so she stared at Dumbledore with a hawk-like gaze.

"By the way, if Severus hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that I had something to ask you about the current British wizarding world."

"How could there be such a big change after just one holiday? What is your relationship with the newly established No. 1 Savings Bank in the Wizarding World?"

"Albus, we are old, and the British wizarding world can no longer afford another upheaval."

These words were spoken earnestly, even full of pleading and sadness. Professor McGonagall's mood at this moment was really at its worst.

However, her confession did not get the answer she wanted. Dumbledore, who was questioned by her, still had a face full of question marks.

He stood there in a daze for a full minute before he asked Professor McGonagall cautiously.

"Minerva, wait a minute. I have been staying in the old house with that bastard boy during this holiday."

"We have been celebrating the holiday peacefully and haven't done anything. Besides, what does the First Reserve Bank have to do with me?"

"Like you said, I'm old now and I no longer have any desire for money or power."

These words were spoken very sincerely, which made Professor McGonagall a little unsure for a moment, and she couldn't help but lower her head and think deeply.

But Professor Snape's cheeks were twitching wildly, and he was struggling inside.

Among the four people at the scene, he was probably the only one who knew the truth. Now he was struggling over whether or not to tell the truth.

Or in other words, should we put the blame on this annoying old guy?

Just when he was struggling with the little affection he had for Headmaster Dumbledore.

Unexpectedly, the old bee's eyes turned and he immediately changed the subject to the silent Professor McGonagall.

"Alright Minerva, let the Ministry of Magic handle the affairs of the British wizarding world on their own. We are already old."

"Hogwarts is what we should care about. We can only protect these lovely children. As for other things, there is no need to care about them."

"Tell me, what unusual things happened in the castle during our absence?"

These words were indeed very effective. After all, to Professor McGonagall, although the British wizarding world was important, it was still far inferior to Hogwarts.

The children in the castle were what she cared about most, so she nodded immediately.

"You're right, let's put this matter aside for now. Everything is basically normal in the castle, but I feel more and more."

"Professor Quirrell's whereabouts are getting stranger and stranger. Yesterday he secretly left the castle and went to Tumbleweed Alley."

"And ever since that incident, he has become very strange. Mrs. Pang Lei from the infirmary has reported this to me several times."

"In the dead of night, Professor Quirrell would always be in the corner of the corridor, muttering to himself at the wall, or behaving in various strange ways."

"I think it's because that incident was such a huge blow to him that he wanted to take revenge on Mr. Hohenzollern and suspected that he might be colluding with the dark wizard in Tumble Alley."

"Oh, is that so?" Dumbledore immediately pretended to be thinking and deliberately looked at Professor Snape.

Said intentionally or unintentionally.

"It does seem dangerous, but I'm not very familiar with the dark wizards in Tumbleweed Alley. Severus, you have experience going there."

"What do you think about this matter?"

What I see is that you are a big-headed ghost, a disrespectful old man, watching the ball being kicked to you again.

At the same time, he seemed to be secretly blamed for something that was about to be put on him.

Professor Snape, who had just been struggling with his friendship with Headmaster Dumbledore, could only look at Dumbledore with a half-smile.

He spoke softly.

"Who decided on Professor Quirrell's position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? I have submitted applications for this position many times."

"Who exactly rejected me? Does he have any problems? Shouldn't we get to the root of the problem?"

Having said this, Professor Snape deliberately paused and looked at Professor McGonagall, who already had some doubts about Briddle.

He spoke calmly.

"As for your first question, Professor McGonagall, I think I can answer it. I happened to go to Diagon Alley yesterday."

"I was buying some rare potion ingredients, and the store owner just happened to give me a promotional poster. I think this poster can answer this question."