Has that little rascal Wayne gotten himself into trouble again?
Snape sneered repeatedly, making Kingsley frown.
"Professor, you—"
"That's not some weirdo." Snape met Kingsley's questioning gaze directly. "That's Wayne, that's Batman."
Bruce Wayne, son of Gotham, the Dark Knight, Batman, is a household name in the Muggle world.
However, Kingsley and the Auror had never heard of it.
"Professor, are you kidding me? Batman— Batman is Wayne? The Vincent Wayne we know?"
Snape scoffed, "It's this little bastard."
After saying this, he gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred. Even a fool could tell that the two of them had a deep personal grudge.
Can you believe that?
Kingsley glanced at the Auror beside him. "Professor, if Batman's true identity is Wayne, then who is Catwoman?"
Snape narrowed his long, narrow eyes. "Granger has a pet cat, she must be Catwoman."
"Where's the Red Hood?"
"He doesn't dare to show his face... so he's either Scamander or Diggory."
Kingsley lowered his head and began to ponder.
Snape's words weren't entirely without merit.
Tonks often said that her junior from junior school was not simple, and now it seems that it is not impossible.
Kingsley became much more polite. "Professor, do you have any evidence?"
"Evidence?" Snape's lips trembled slightly.
If he had evidence, he would have used it to deal with those bastards long ago; why would he need to report it to the Auror?
Seeing that he was speechless, Kingsley said in a serious tone, "Professor, if you don't have concrete evidence, then everything you just said is just your personal speculation."
Snape's expression at that moment was particularly interesting.
Full of resentment and extremely uncomfortable, he looked like he was constipated.
Kingsley's eyes turned cold. "Professor, we've questioned some students, and they all agree that you're the elusive Batman."
First-year students battle Quirrell... Second-year students search for Jormungandr, who is being controlled by Parseltongue...
It was all Wayne's doing!
Remaining silent will only increase suspicion.
The Auror all had unfriendly eyes, as if they were ready to apprehend the suspect at any moment and seek justice for their three injured colleagues.
Snape is now in a situation where he can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Ganges.
That afternoon,
Several mischievous students who wandered into the dungeon overheard a heated argument in the Potions Office.
Goodness, the rumors have escalated again.
"Snape is going to Azkaban."
"Huh? Why?"
"Isn't he that Bat-Person? The Auror went to arrest him during the day, but he refused to cooperate, and I heard they even got into a fight."
"Merlin's beard! Snape's probably doomed!"
Fred and George exchanged a glance in the distance, then left satisfied.
The rumors didn't originate from them; they just embellished them slightly.
At that moment, Snape was in the Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore while trying to persuade him, and finally managed to calm his anger down a little.
"Severus, remember to put the bigger picture first."
Snape snorted, which was taken as agreement.
Fudge wanted to interfere in Hogwarts, and Vincent deliberately gave the Auror a good reason, making the whole situation complicated.
Dumbledore's lips curled slightly as he glanced at the comic book on the table. "Severus, I'll instruct Kingsley to stop now."
Snape sneered, "Things had better go the way you want. I don't want to take the blame for that little bastard Wayne."
"If things go well, we might even be able to lure out the person who has been hiding all along."
Snape's pupils contracted instantly, his entire face filled with intense hatred.
He took a deep breath, stopping his hands from trembling. "Dumbledore, if Black shows up, please let me deal with him myself."
Dumbledore shook his head and whispered, "Severus, you must learn to let go of hatred."
"Heh—" Snape sneered. "I will get all the information you want before I kill him with my own hands."
After saying that, he stood up and left with an extremely cold aura.
Dumbledore watched his retreating figure.
Hatred can destroy a person, but it can also make a person.
Those driven by hatred are not only pitiful but also pathetic.
Ministry of Magic, Auror Office.
Scrimgeour frowned as he put down the latest report from Kingsley.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed several times.
The search for Sirius Black has yielded no results to date, and the Auror sent by Hogwarts have been attacked by a group of strange individuals.
If the matter is reported, Fudge will definitely transfer people to Hogwarts.
If Sirius Black succeeds because of this, he, the Head of the Auror Office, will definitely be the one to take the blame.
"Sigh... I guess I'll just have to take it one step at a time..."
Scrimgeour got up, opened the door, and slowly walked toward the Minister's Office.
"Knock knock—"
"Come in."
Fudge was in a good mood, since nothing major had happened recently.
But his good mood ended completely after listening to Scrimgeour's report.
Batman? Catwoman? Red Hood?
Fudge looked at him like he'd seen a ghost. "Rufus, you're not kidding me, are you?"
Scrimgeour's face was serious. "Mr. Minister, the report was sent back by Kingsley. If the contents haven't been tampered with, I think it's probably true."
Kingsley has been a dutiful and responsible person since joining the Auror Office, and is a well-known outstanding cadre in the department. It is unlikely that he would dare to exaggerate the facts.
So, is Batman really present at Hogwarts?
Are there any suspects?
"Yes, many students believe that Professor Snape Severus Snape is Batman."
"And what about Catwoman and Red Hood?"
"No leads at the moment."
Fudge fell silent, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table.
"Rufus, what are your thoughts?"
Scrimgeour stood ramrod straight, his eyes unwavering. "I think we should observe the situation first and be on high alert."
Fudge shook his head. "Rufus, this will make the outside world think that our Ministry of Magic is weak and incompetent, unable to even handle a small school ghost story."
"Mr. Minister, but our current focus should be on Sirius Black."
"Rufus, besides Batman, there's Catwoman and Red Hood." Fudge's expression was somewhat displeased.
"They are accomplices of Severus Snape, and we must get to the bottom of this."
Scrimgeour's imposing manner had weakened considerably, and his eyes were no longer as resolute as before. "Mr. Minister, there is currently no direct evidence to prove that Professor Snape is Batman."
"And there's no evidence to prove he isn't, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Minister." His broad shoulders slumped.
Despite their best efforts, they were still unable to change the Ministry of Magic's decision to send more staff to Hogwarts.
After all, he was just a minor Head of the Auror Office; how could he compare to the Minister of Ministry of Magic?