Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

This mark that had been silent all along finally exerted its due effect at this moment.

piping hot.

Snape wanted to tear his entire left arm off.

"Severus?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

Snape shook his head: "I'm fine."

"The Dark Lord is back and he's calling me."

Dumbledore understood, and with a flick of his wand, he, Harry, and the others all became invisible and disappeared. The walls, tables and chairs of the office also began to twist, turning into what a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office should look like.

Snape took out the two-way mirror.

Magical connection.

Voldemort's pale and bloodless face appeared: "Oh, my dear Severus."

"Great Master." Snape twisted.

He felt a little uncomfortable, especially when he thought that Harry was by his side, yet he had to be so respectful to Voldemort, and the feeling of depression and boredom in his mind surged out like a landslide and a tsunami.

"Are you still at Hogwarts?" Voldemort looked at the background behind him and smiled, his tone slightly surprised.

Snape whispered: "That old, stupid guy Dumbledore didn't catch me."

"He had his suspicions."

"But I have prepared sufficient evidence, and those things are enough to prove that I have been in Spider End Alley."

Voldemort nodded: "Well done, Severus."

"My dear son, how is he?"

Snape said calmly: "Dead."

Voldemort's expression showed no change: "Dumbledore moved his hands?"

Snape shook his head: "The information I got from other professors is that Longbottom is the only one."

"Alone?" Voldemort paused slightly, with a hint of emotion in his tone, and his eyes drifted into the distance.

He is not an emotional person.

After a moment of silence, he quickly turned his gaze back: "Is Potter back?"

Snape nodded: "I just came back and I saw him from the window."

"With a little girl with gray hair."

Voldemort's tone became cheerful: "Really? I think he must be very angry."

Snape said nothing.

Under the invisibility, Harry's face was calm. From where he was sitting, he could clearly see the environment in the double-sided mirror.

Those details come into view.

Voldemort did not wear wizard robes, but a set of gorgeous, tight-fitting ceremonial robes. He was not a peacock-like figure, and it was not like he would wear such clothes on his own initiative.

The background behind him looks narrow in the double-sided mirror.

But even if only a corner is exposed, the exquisite and elegant architectural style is overflowing.

There were also some small hanging ornaments that were not fully exposed and Harry could not see clearly, but they were not the literary and artistic style that Great Britain or several nearby countries should have.

Full of elf flavor.

"Severus, are you ready for my return?" Voldemort waved his hand and met Snape's eyes.

Snape nodded: "I've been waiting."

Voldemort whispered: "But I need a little help."

Snape looked at him silently.

"I once made a ring from the Gaunt family into a Horcrux." Voldemort continued slowly, "But it wasn't until later that I learned that the ring turned out to be the Resurrection Stone, one of the Three Holy Artifacts."

"It's incredible that a ring that only emits illusions after being injected with magic power can be such a great thing."

As he spoke, he paused, his eyes greedy: "Find an opportunity to steal that ring for me, okay?"

"That ring doesn't really have the ability to resurrect people." Snape said.

Voldemort smiled: "Severus, of course I know that."

"It only creates a false illusion."

"But it is the Three Holy Artifacts after all - and it was pursued by Dumbledore and Grindelwald. I think it may have some other powers."

Snape nodded: "Yes, Master."

"I look forward to your actions." Voldemort whispered, "In a few days, I will introduce a group of new friends to you."

"Severus, my dear friend."

He paused, did not continue, and turned off the double-sided mirror.

Snape took it back into his arms.

Dumbledore waved his wand, the Disillusionment Curse was lifted, and the office twisted back to its original shape.

Harry looked at Ciri: "What was in the mirror just now was the style of the Ain El family?"

Xili nodded: "And the clothes on that man, I saw Eredin wearing similar styles."

Harry's tone was calm: "It seems to be similar to what we guessed, he did take action against Eredin."

There are so many ways for a wizard, especially a dark wizard, to replace someone.

Polyjuice Potion, the Imperius Curse, and even crueler and darker black magic.

"And Voldemort is still planning an action." Harry continued to recall the scene he just saw in the double-way mirror, "He brought the Wild Hunts back to this world."

As he spoke, he paused and a word came out of his mouth.

"Three Holy Artifacts."

Snape looked at Harry: "But don't you have those three things in your hands?"

"Will he continue to attack Hogwarts?"

The Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand, the Invisibility Cloak in Harry's hand, and the Resurrection Stone kept by Sprout.

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore paused: "No"

"Tom only knows that the Resurrection Stone is in our hands."

He frowned and rambled on: "He definitely doesn't know the whereabouts of the Invisibility Cloak. Gellert and I have never found any clues about the Invisibility Cloak."

"Until...after James's accident."

"And he doesn't know that the Elder Wand is in my hand."

He took a deep breath: "I'm afraid he went to find Gellert. Rumors among wizards believe that he is the last owner of the Elder Wand."

Dumbledore stood up and looked at Harry, but then sat back and turned his gaze to Snape.

He now desperately wants to save Grindelwald.

Can.

The logic of these messages and actions is based on the conversation between Snape and Voldemort in the double-way mirror.

"Albus, are you really as old and stupid as I said?" Snape said, sarcastically, "Now Voldemort only has his last life left."

"Isn't the Horcrux Nagini already in your hands?"

Dumbledore said nothing. He tightened his wand in his hand.

I thought about it for a long time.

"Severus, I can't sacrifice you." He finally spoke, speaking slowly, "I have done many wrong things in the past, and I can't do it this time."

"I believe him. Gellert is not someone who dies easily."

Nurmengard, Austria.

A huge ship floating in the sky poked out from the void, carrying heavy dark clouds and unseasonable, huge and arrogant wind and snow.