Midnight past eleven, Amos was in a hurry to leave Dumbledore's office after the talks ended.
His cheeks appeared a bit stiff due to the long-term smiling that accompanied his agreement, even though Dumbledore was no longer within sight, his expression still looked like a smile.
It's not a big deal, you need to earn a living, smiling is not embarrassing.
Although they had talked for over three hours, he still didn't understand the purpose of Dumbledore summoning him tonight. Reflecting on the entire conversation, Amos realized that Dumbledore had never given him an opportunity to present any plans; instead, he was pulling his thoughts around like a long-lost friend chatting over drinks after a reunion.
The only gain was that he still had a half bottle of whisky left in his hand, which Dumbledore gave to him very generously.
This is very unreasonable, Dumbledore's trust is inconsistent with his careful nature.
The corridor was empty, and the people in the portraits on either side of the walls were sleeping soundly under each torch, as it was Christmas break, even the dedicated castle keeper, Feech, had left to visit old friends.
The biting cold wind still entered the castle through the window gap, but the snow had stopped falling. In the pile of thick clouds, a faint silhouette of the moon could be seen struggling to break free.
Amos stood at the corner of the stairs in front of a window gap, looking out into the distance with great interest. On a night without stars, the Forbidden Forest was a dark mass and could not be seen clearly. The single flicker of light coming from Hagrid's hut was almost the only beacon in the deep darkness.
"I'm so glad you made it out of Dumbledore's office alive, Amos. I've even been contemplating how to organize your funeral."
Snape had changed into a purple nightgown, his body was pressed against the corner wall, and he stared at the wine bottle in Amos' hand with a sarcastic smile.
"Does this mean that Dumbledore's soul-sucking and mind-reading skills have deteriorated so much that he has to rely on a truth potion to extract the sins you've committed in the past few years?"
"You still have such a sharp tongue, Professor."
Amos turned his head and smiled at Snape in the shadows.
"Dumbledore headmaster did not use a truth potion on me, but it seems he has found out what he wanted to know from me."
