"Do you really believe that?"
"Yes, Harry—"
At the long table in the basement kitchen of the Black family manor.
Amosta lowered his gaze to his interlaced fingers resting on his lap and answered Harry's question in a calm, precise tone.
"Professor Dumbledore and I both firmly believe that Professor Snape is on our side. I hope you can place a little more trust in Professor Snape as well—"
Trust Snape more?!
Before he knew it, the anger in Harry's heart flared up again.
"But what I saw—"
"About the scenes you saw, Harry—"
Amosta raised his voice slightly and looked at Harry meaningfully.
"I am not questioning whether they were real. It is simply that, Harry, I suggest you do not rely too heavily on the information you obtain from those visions."
Don't rely on those visions?
What did that have to do with anything?
Harry thought angrily. He could not understand why Professor Breen, who was usually so sharp, had suddenly become so obtuse.
Just like at Gringotts that morning. Even Remus suspected there was something wrong with the identity of that woman called B. Sel, yet Professor Breen had turned a blind eye to it all!
"All right—"
Harry was trying to figure out how to make Professor Breen take the information he had passed on seriously when Professor Breen, across the table, suddenly let out a relaxed sigh and rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders.
"I need to head back to the Ministry, Harry. Even Headmaster Dumbledore is helping Minister Bones come up with plans. I can't be too shameless, you know what I mean—slacking off for too long—"
Before Harry could come to his senses, Professor Breen had already left the table and gone up the stairs, opening the wooden door.
Remus and the