Sifels Cliveden

When the curtains of Harry's box were drawn, and after making sure they were unlikely to be opened again, Black reluctantly rode a broom to the Hogwarts Express first.As soon as he landed, Blake took the broom and walked directly to the principal's office on the eighth floor. There is still a long time before the train arrives at the station. Mr. Principal must still be busy in the principal's office.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk." A sudden knock on the door interrupted the conversation in the principal's room. Something flashed in the principal's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to push his glasses, "Please come in."

"Hi! Professor Dumbledore, good afternoon! I saw that it was still early, so I came to your place first. I didn't disturb you, did I?" Before the figure was seen, Black's voice came in first. In an instant, the principal smiled helplessly, while the dean standing beside him frowned in disgust.

"I don't have anything to do, I'll go first." The dean didn't intend to let a fool ruin his happy mood so far. After speaking, he walked to the fireplace in the principal's office. Lu Wang went back to his office.

"Oh, damn it, why are you here?! What bad things are you trying to do again? Let me tell you! I will protect Harry for the rest of the time, and I won't give you a chance to hurt him!" Black's voice Immediately, he lost the previous relaxation and joy, and instead stared suspiciously and vigilantly at the back of the dean standing in front of the fireplace.

"Hmph." The dean swung his long sleeves backwards when he heard the words, and suddenly turned around to look at Black, "It's up to you? Huh? Azkaban tastes good, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have stayed there for 12 years, it's a pity I couldn't throw you in again..."

"You!" As soon as Azkaban was mentioned, Black exploded. Regardless of the principal's stop, he pulled out his lost wand, pointed at the principal, and shouted with a ferocious expression, "Disarm you! Put the fuchsia upside down! You will be smashed to pieces!" ! Torn apart!"

"Armor protection! All petrified!" The dean clenched the wand that was almost out of his hand, glanced at Mr. Principal, and smiled maliciously at Blake, who was too petrified to dodge, "Albus, this is his You can't blame me for bringing it to your door...hahahaha..."

"Severus! Wait!" Mr. Headmaster looked at the gesture of the headmaster waving his wand, and suddenly there was a bad feeling in his heart. He raised his wand and wanted to stop him, but just as he raised his wand In an instant, Lord Dean's curse had quickly hit Black——

"Kamikaze Wuying!" The dean hung down his wand after reciting the spell, watching with great interest one scar after another appeared on the petrified Black body, and the blood flowed out quickly along the wound.

"The curse stopped immediately! The wound healed!" Mr. Principal threw a spell at Black with a sullen face, but found that his own spell could not lift the spell on Black at all.It was a spell invented by the Dean, and no one but himself knew how to break it. As far as his talent for the dark arts was concerned, he was indeed the most suitable person for the post of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but because Voldemort left The curse has not been lifted, and Mr. Principal dare not take him to risk...

Blake, who was cursed with petrification, fell back with a "bang!", a large amount of blood loss made him lie on the ground unable to move, his fingers twitched slightly, staring fiercely at the dean who was watching the show, and shouting , yelling loudly, "Ha, snot! You despicable villain, you can only use this kind of crooked way, if you have the ability, fight me upright! Ha... ha ha ha... just you This despicable method, no wonder... no wonder Lily... uh!"

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!" Mr. Principal waved his wand at Black, looked at the dean who was getting more and more gloomy, and said in a deep voice, "Severus, that's enough, if this continues, he will lose too much blood and die Oh...he is Harry's godfather after all, think of Lily, you don't want to see those charming Lily-like eyes filled with tears..."

Lily's eyes, Lily's eyes, Lily's eyes!It's like this every time, ha, but I've chosen to do this... The dean raised his wand, waved it at Black, and quickly said a series of spells with his lips. As soon as the voice fell, Black's body The scars healed quickly.Without waiting for the principal to say anything, the gloomy dean turned around and left quickly. Compared with the fireplace, he now wants to walk back step by step!Damn Blake!Damn Albus Dumbledore!Damn Potter!

"Siris, you are too impulsive." Mr. Principal stepped forward to help Black up, raised his hand to stop Black's words, and looked at him seriously, "If you can still listen to me, remember , don't provoke Severus! I'm not afraid that you will die in his hands, but that the next important arrangements must be made by Severus. If something irreversible happens, Not to mention your godson, the safety of the entire magic world will be destroyed..."

Blake froze for a moment, then nodded blankly. At the first glance, he met the sharp and serious eyes of the headmaster. He still hadn't recovered, but subconsciously retorted, "But that cunning guy is a loyal follower of Voldemort. ..."

"I trust him." The principal said lightly, "What he has paid for this magical world is far beyond your imagination... This time I will plead with him for you, and next time, I will really choose Stand by and watch, if it is true that only death can end these conflicts between the two of you..."

Although Mr. Headmaster didn't finish his words, Black already understood what he meant. He looked at Mr. Headmaster with a pale face and looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Mr. Headmaster was standing between him and that Snape. In the meantime, I chose Snape... How is it possible... Black walked out in a daze...

"Alas..." Mr. Principal looked at his back and shook his head, his eyes were full of disappointment. If he had expected much from these outstanding students back then, he was so disappointed now. The high-spirited child back then , How did it become like this now?The door of the principal's room closed slowly, blocking Black's crooked figure from the door.Looking at Black's figure, Mr. Principal almost softened his heart, but how could he soften his heart?Even if he was once his favorite student, for the sake of the magic world, he can only do this, "You think so, Gellert?" Mr. Principal glanced at the photo frame upside down on the desktop, closed his eyes and calmed down. To get rid of the rolling emotions in his eyes, when he opened his eyes again, he was still the patron saint of that compassionate magic world...

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Sifels stood in front of Gellert Grindelwald's door with his suitcase in his hand. Looking at the old man leaning against the wall and sitting in a corner lost in thought, Sifels stepped in and walked in with his handbag Putting the box aside, he sat down beside Gellert.

"Huh?" Gellert looked up at her, before speaking for a while, "Have you finished your studies?"

"I'm done." Sifels nodded, and handed over the thesis he had written according to Gellert's request.

Gellert took over a thick stack of parchment, flipped through a few pages and put it aside, "Then let's go." After saying that, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.

"I'm leaving soon, thank you for your careful guidance during this time." Sifels stood up and walked to Gellert, bowing deeply, "I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"..."

"...I'm leaving here to protect the person I want to protect, what about you? Grandpa Gellert? Where is the person you want to protect?" Sifels picked up the suitcase and walked out, her footsteps at the door After a pause, "You who are well-informed must know that Voldemort is asking people to collect the materials needed for resurrection. As long as he is resurrected, the wizarding world will be in chaos. As the greatest white wizard of our time, do you think he will walk in the world?" At the forefront of the war..."

After a long time, Gellert opened his eyes, and his eyes slowly slid to the door. Sifels' figure had long since disappeared, but the last words she left lingered in his mind for a long time... She Said, "I don't know much about the grievances between you and Principal Dumbledore, but do you want him to hate you alive, or to reunite in heaven after death? Goodbye, Grandpa Gellert."

"Alas..." Gellert smiled helplessly, stood up with his support on the wall, stroked the rough wall with his fingers, and pressed hard on a certain place.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo came in, put one hand on his chest and bowed in salute, "I've seen you, Your Excellency."

"Let them prepare. After so many years of leave, the saints should move." Gellert looked up at the man, "Move quietly... just don't spread the word to the UK."

"Yes!" The middle-aged man bowed to him excitedly, and took a few steps back before turning around and leaving. The place where Gellert Grindelwald lived was cleaned up every day. They always believed that the people they were loyal to Your Excellency, you will come back one day, and now you really are back!

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"Did something great happen?" Sifels looked at the member of the saint who sent her to Durmstrang with some doubts. Much less, oh, there should be almost no expression, but just now he actually grinned? !It's not that I can't laugh, it's just that this smile is a bit scary...

"Thank you very much!" The member of the saint did not answer her question, but took a step back and bowed down to thank her with a serious expression, "I just received the notice, Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Your Excellency, he is coming back!"

"Hmm, this is indeed something to be happy about." Sifels nodded knowingly. She thought Gellert would have to struggle for a while, but she didn't expect to make a decision so quickly, but it was , he is a generation of Dark Lords... This is interesting, is there a collision between two generations of Devil Kings?

"On behalf of other members of the Saints, I would like to express my deep gratitude to you! Germany will be your solid backing!"

"Understood, just send it here, I will find Principal Karkaroff myself."

"Go slow!"

"Go back." Sifels waved his hand at him, and tightened the robe on his body. He was already wearing a thick coat, but it was still too cold. Hogwarts is better...

The author has something to say:

Pfft, I brought Sifels out...

However, there is no little Hermione today 2333