some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 146 Three Generations of Dark Lords

boom.

There was a hasty knock on the wooden door.

Dumbledore covered the Mirror of Erised with a curtain, and he regained his composure and sat down on the chair again.

"Come in."

Professor Snape came in angrily, and said seriously: "Principal, someone has entered the restricted area and touched my magic.

I sensed it, but Hagrid's stupid dog blocked the door, refused to give way to me, and almost bit my leg..."

Snape suddenly fell silent, he saw six glasses of milk steaming on the table.

"You caught them?" Snape asked, narrowing his eyes. "Who?"

Before Dumbledore could speak, Snape suddenly said, "Could it be Stark's alliance of bad guys?"

"The League of Bad Guys?" Dumbledore put his fingertips on the bridge of his nose and pushed his glasses. "That's a strange way of saying it. As far as I know, they are all very good students, don't you think?"

"Excellent?" Snape became angry: "Stark may be a little clever, but Diggory just keeps giggling, the Weasley brothers are mischievous all day long, and Cho Zhang will only follow behind a few of them... By the way, they sell maps at school, do you care?"

"Hogwarts Magic Map?" Dumbledore took a sip of milk, "William told me about this last year, and I agreed and gave him a lot of advice."

Snape snorted, "Then what about their night tour tonight?"

Dumbledore seemed to have been prepared for a long time, he said with a smile: "I have deducted points, and everyone deducted five points."

Snape was speechless for a moment. He deducted more than five points from Harry five minutes before class started.

He was still about to say something, when he suddenly saw the mirror in the corner covered by a curtain.

"You took out the Mirror of Erised again?" Snape frowned, "I remember you told me...you can't be obsessed with what you see, let alone indulge in illusions."

"Yes, Severus." Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm very happy, you still remember what I told you many years ago."

But Snape was still staring at the mirror, as if he wanted to take a look.

"Need to take a look?" Dumbledore's tone hardly changed. "I can let you take a look, no problem."

Snape didn't answer, staring fixedly at the edge of the mirror, he suddenly roared, "No! It's gone... dead... it's gone... it's just fake."

Dumbledore sighed.

Snape turned around, his eyes glazed over, and he was in a special state, trying to get rid of that strong thought.

Snape didn't want anyone, including Dumbledore, to see him look cowardly, except when writing to her.

After a while, he recovered and was as cold as before.

Snape asked in a mocking tone:
"Professor, I'm curious. When you look at the Mirror of Erised, what do you see? Is it blank, or...you can only see yourself?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, Snape said seriously: "I don't think a great wizard like you has any weaknesses...shouldn't have any feelings for others to hurt, right?
just like……"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Snape growled, "Don't mention that name in front of me!"

Dumbledore sighed, seemingly hurt.

He said sadly, "Severus, you're as mean as ever...we're all the same, we all feel pain.

There are messy things in our lives, and I also have sad feelings, and there are things I want to see in the magic mirror.

Life is so confusing, I understand.

You don't need to deliberately use words to hurt an old man to get your own psychological comfort, right? "

A brief silence.

Dumbledore stood up: "Okay, have you brought the potion?
We need to see how the designed level is destroyed, and repair it by the way. "

With a wave of Dumbledore's right hand, a door opened, where the devil's flame was burning.

With a flick of his wand, the flame died, and the two walked through the door.

Snape asked, "Are you going to design the final level as your office?"

"Of course not... I've got a brilliant idea, you see."

"Mirror of Erised?" Snape thought for a while without objecting.

The two continued to walk, there were still a few bottles of nettle wine left on the table, and the poison and potion were gone.

"Thief..." Snape muttered.

But thinking that he transported all the dragon's legs away, it's not easy for William to take him a few bottles of potions.

Even if he suffers a small loss, everyone can barely even out!

Snape took a few potions out of his pocket and rearranged them in the order they were before.

Dumbledore picked up another parchment that William had left behind. He looked at it for a moment, and Snape came over and read it.

Another few minutes passed.

Snape asked suspiciously, "Did you know?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then nodded: "Of course I know, it's a very simple logical reasoning... Many great wizards don't have this ability.

What, you don't know?Need I explain it to you? "

Snape took a deep look at Dumbledore, "Then I think I know too."

Snape thought for a while, and decided to change the level again, the previous one was too simple.

He took out thirteen bottles from his pocket, and divided the twenty bottles into two rows, with 1, 2, 4, 8, and 16 marked on the bottom of each row of bottles.

Next to the two rows of bottles, Snape and Dumbledore were written respectively.

After finishing all this, he conjured a quill with his magic wand, and added a sentence on the parchment:
The bottle of Dumbledore's number, drink it and send you back to where you came from, the bottle of Snape's number, lead you forward... Others, poison!

According to his "guess" answer, Snape poured both the antidote and poison into it.

Dumbledore was watching from the side, quietly like an old man watching the gate at the door.

After finishing all this, the two continued along the corridor and met the Black Queen who was still looking around.

It's still waiting for the pieces to come back.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I came back and told Professor McGonagall that when adding chess pieces, we must also do a good job of facial expressions, otherwise how would we know what she was thinking?"

Snape glanced sideways at Dumbledore, but said nothing.

The two continued to move forward, and finally saw the key on the ground.

Wrapped in his tight black pajamas, Snape stooped to pick up a few keys, handed one to Dumbledore, and rubbed his hand through the tiny holes in the keys' wings.

"It should be some kind of large-scale spell. The top of the key is still very wet. The whole body uses water as the carrier. The attack power is not too strong, but...it is a magic that I have never seen before." Snape analyzed.

"It's a little magic invented by William himself." Dumbledore laughed.

Snape was silent for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, and said in an incomprehensible tone.

"Stark was able to invent this offensive spell in his second year. If you let it go like this, aren't you afraid that he will become the third Dark Lord?"

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(End of this chapter)