Harry Potter: Beyond Good and Evil in the Wizarding World Chapter 54 - 49. Arrest. Part 2. A Threat

Chapter 49. Arrest. Part 2. A Threat

Half an hour later, a man of about forty in a gray suit, with a gold badge on his chest and a grim expression, strode into the Aurors’ room.

"You ten idiots! What the hell were you doing in the Muggle world, using magic in front of over three hundred of them? Have you completely lost your minds?!" he roared, veins bulging on his forehead as a lock of chestnut hair fell across it. "If you morons had not thought to use a joint Obliviate, you would be out of a job, and I could have been demoted because of you!"

"Captain, we did not understand what was happening ourselves!" the squad leader protested, almost in tears. The rest nodded fiercely. "Every ti we Apparated to the Ministry, we ended up sowhere else!"

"It was like soone was screwing with us!"

"Yeah! We kept landing in the weirdest places! A toilet, n’s and won’s baths, a pool, even the bottom of the ocean! That is nothing but mockery!"

As he listened, the captain frowned. He did not hear any lies, and that could only an one thing: soone with a grudge was trying to set him up.

"It felt like a curse," another Auror added angrily, deepening the captain’s frown.

"Did you run into anyone before the mission?"

"Lots of squads. we cannot say exactly who."

"Tch! That is that bastard Fowler’s work. Only he would pull sothing that low!"

The others blinked, and then realization hit. They traded stunned looks.

"We really did see him. He even wished us good luck."

"Knew it! Fowler! I will get you for this! How dare you set up like that?! You crossed the line, do not expect rcy!" The fire burning in the captain’s eyes made the Aurors swallow hard. They had never seen him this furious.

"C-captain Robinson, please, calm down. You are shouting. What if soone hears?"

"Let them hear! I will make him pay!"

"Yes, yes, of course, but, sir, first we have to finish with the suspect." an Auror said, relieved to see Robinson starting to cool down. "He is behind that glass."

He pointed with a nervous smile at Severus, who was snoring with a dopey grin.

Seeing that peaceful expression, Robinson’s eye twitched, and his anger flared again.

"Why the hell is he asleep?!" He stomped to the glass, slamd his fist into it, and yelled into a glowing magical circle, his voice echoing through the room. "STOP SLEEPING, YOU ARE NOT AT HO!"

".Piss off. you old fossil. let sleep." Severus mumbled without waking, and Robinson’s fury rose another notch.

"What did you say?! I will."

"Captain!" Five subordinates grabbed Robinson in alarm. "Our mission is not to beat him up! It is to interrogate him!"

"I know that!"

Robinson tore free and stord into the room where Severus was chained to the chair.

"Get up!" He stepped close. No reaction. He snorted, and then, smirking, leaned right to Severus’s ear, sucked in a sharp breath, and shouted, "GET UP, YOU BASTARD!"

And. still nothing. Just so slurred mumbling. Robinson froze, thrown off. No one had ever reacted like this.

"What?" He leaned even closer to catch the words.

The next mont ca a startled yelp, and Robinson flew backward several ters.

"My head. what did I hit?" Severus asked, sounding groggy and mildly confused. "And take this rag off my eyes, I cannot see anything!"

With a groan, Robinson pushed himself up off the floor, one hand rubbing the back of his head, the other his chin.

"Captain!" Two Aurors rushed in, worried, to help Robinson, but he shoved them away and stood on his own.

"You. you did that on purpose!"

"Huh? Who are you? What do you want from ? And why did you hit on the head?!"

"You hit !"

"Um. how could I? My hands are chained to the chair," Severus said doubtfully. "You hit !"

"You little." Robinson went purple with rage.

"Y-you. You are going to hit again?! I will not let this go! I will find soone to deal with you!"

"Hmph. Remove the blindfold."

An Auror stepped in and pulled the cloth away from Severus’s eyes. Then he shoved a shriveled dark hand on a string right into his face.

"This was found among your possessions. Anything to say for yourself?" he asked with a smug grin. "For keeping sothing like this, you are looking at ten years in Azkaban."

"Where the hell did you get that? I hid it really well!"

Now it was the Aurors’ turn to freeze, staring at each other in disbelief, because they had planted it.

Their main objective had been to haul Severus into the interrogation departnt on charges of possessing dark artifacts. If they found nothing, they would plant sothing and then, using that as a pretext, confiscate all potions from the warehouse for analysis. Another team had been sent to Hogwarts to confiscate the remaining potions stored there, as well as money.

Robinson’s personal task was different: through blackmail and the threat of Azkaban, and if necessary even with Imperius, extract the potion recipes.

The reasons were practical. They could not buy enough potions early in the morning, so they had to use the mbership card and pay more galleons, galleons they did not have. Most funds went into the war: buying artifacts, potions, training recruits, dical aid for the wounded, and more. On top of that ca salaries for Ministry employees and Aurors.

St. Mungo’s, Hogwarts, and many other institutions were also funded by the Ministry. In short, it was cost after cost, and the Minister’s deep pockets were not deep enough.

That sa pressure had driven taxes up to twelve percent, but since so many wizards were fleeing the country, revenue was falling anyway. So they resorted to dirty tricks just to climb out of the hole and avoid taking loans from goblins at their insane rates.

With those recipes, they could produce potions in far larger quantities and export them, earning massive sums, enough to stay afloat.

That was why authorization had been given for Imperius if Severus refused to cooperate.

"Just as I thought," Robinson said with a snort, not knowing the artifact was planted. "Now you have two options. One: you go to Azkaban and spend the rest of your life there. Two." He leaned in. ".you transfer the rights to your recipes to us, and we drop all charges."

"Uh, over a simple back-scratcher you want to send to Azkaban?" Severus asked, blinking at Robinson’s gloomy face.

"It is a dark artifact!"

"Well. considering where it has been, it really might be the darkest artifact of all," Severus said thoughtfully.

For a few seconds, the Aurors’ brains visibly stalled.

"Where it has been?"

"Well. you know, I do not have a girlfriend yet." Severus began, his cheeks turning pink.

With imdiate disgust, Robinson flung the hand away.

".so nobody scratches my back, especially there, under the shoulder blades. So I made this artifact. It is also great for cleaning, behind a wardrobe, under a fridge."

"Ignore that it looks like that?"

"I have no taste! I thought it would look cool, so I made it like that," Severus said, smiling at the hand.

A few seconds later, under the Aurors’ shocked stares, the hand floated up, flew back to him, and began scratching his leg.

"Sorry, been itching for ten minutes. But please, continue. What other accusations do I have?" The hand moved to his shoulder and began slowly massaging it.

With a grim look, Robinson drew his wand and flicked it. A blue flash burst out, blasting the hand several dozen ters away. Then he aid the wand directly at Severus’s forehead.

"What are you doing, Captain Robinson?" Severus asked with a smile.

"You are just mocking us, are not you?"

"Hm. you are perceptive."

"And you also know why we dragged you here."

"Yeah. It was not hard. I am actually surprised you waited so long to talk to . I was hoping for a warr welco."

"And what is your decision?" Robinson asked, irritation creeping into his voice.

"Fine, I am not against handing over the recipes. But."

"But?"

"Three and a half million."

"Three and a half million what?" Robinson asked blankly, while a couple Aurors understood and went pale.

"Galleons, what else? That is what I will earn in ten years," Severus said, unable to hide his grin at their faces. "If you get my recipes, you will recoup it in a year, selling at far larger volu. And that is not even counting the ninety percent profit you will make abroad."

Instead of "I will report to my superiors," Robinson smirked and pointed his wand at Severus.

"You will tell us the recipes yourself, whether you want to or not."

"I see. Then I was wrong. Thought you were smarter," Severus said calmly. "Looks like I will have to visit your superiors myself."

"Imper." Robinson began.

But he did not even finish.

Robinson slamd into the wall, and Severus calmly stood up from the chair, smiling boldly at the ten Aurors waving their wands at him, horrified to find they could not cast a single spell.

"Not working?"

Instead of answering, eight of them rushed him physically while two bolted for the door.

"So you can do more than wave wands. I am impressed," Severus said, tilting his head. He slipped a punch, then two tried to grab his arms from behind. He casually hurled them into the ones flanking him, dropped the remaining three without effort, and looked toward the two Aurors frozen at the door, unable to open it.

"Not bad," Severus said, rolling his knuckles as he walked toward them with a smile. "You have clearly trained martial arts and know how to work as a team. But I am on a completely different level."

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