Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 445 Nurmengard

Chapter 445 Nurmengard

This silent mark, at this moment, finally exerted its due effect.

piping hot.

Snape wanted to tear his entire left arm off.

"Severus?" Dumbledore asked concerned.

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

"The Dark Lord is back, and he is calling for me."

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

Snape took out the double-sided mirror.

Magic Unicom.

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

"Great master." Snape twisted his body.

He felt a little uncomfortable, especially when he thought of Harry being by his side, but he had to be so respectful to Voldemort, the feeling of depression and boredom poured out like a landslide and tsunami.

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

Snape said softly, "That old, stupid Dumbledore didn't manage to catch me."

"He had doubts."

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

Voldemort nodded, "Well done, Severus."

"My dear son, how is he?"

Snape said calmly, "Dead."

There was no change in Voldemort's face: "Dumbledore moved his hand?"

Snape shook his head: "I heard from other professors that Longbottom is alone."

"Are you alone?" Voldemort paused for a moment, his tone was slightly emotional, 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: "Just came back, I saw him from the window."

"And a little girl with gray hair."

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

Snape didn't speak.

Harry, who was invisible, had a calm expression. From where he was sitting, he could clearly see the environment in the double-sided mirror.

Those details come into view.

Voldemort was not wearing wizard robes, but a set of ornate, tight-fitting dress robes, and he was not a peacock-like figure, it was not like he would voluntarily wear such clothes.

The background behind him, although it appears narrow in the double-sided mirror.

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

There are also some small hanging ornaments that don't fully reveal the whole picture, Harry can't see clearly, but those are not the artistic style that Great Britain or the nearby countries should have.

Full of spirits.

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

Snape nodded, "I've been waiting."

Voldemort said softly, "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 I didn't know until later that the ring turned out to be the resurrection stone, one of the three holy relics."

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

As he spoke, he paused, his eyes greedy: "Find a chance and steal that ring for me, okay?"

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

Voldemort smiled. "Of course I know that, Severus."

"It can only create false illusions."

"But it is the Three Hallows after all—and it has been pursued by Dumbledore and Grindelwald. I think there may be some other powers in it."

Snape nodded: "Yes, Master."

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

"Severus, my dear friend."

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

Snape put it back in his arms.

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the Disillusionment Curse was lifted, and the office twisted back to its original shape.

Harry looked at Ciri: "The one in the mirror just now is in the style of the Aenair clan?"

Ciri nodded: "And the clothes on that man, I saw Eredin wearing a similar style."

Harry's tone was calm: "It seems that it is similar to what we guessed. He did attack Eredin."

There are so many ways for a wizard, especially a Dark one, to want to replace a person.

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

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

As he spoke, he paused and spit out a word from his mouth.

"Three sacred artifacts."

Snape looked at Harry: "But aren't those three things all 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 continued to ramble: "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 what happened to James."

"And he didn't know I had the Elder Wand."

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

Dumbledore stood up and looked at Harry, but sat back down again, and his eyes fell on 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-sided mirror.

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

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

Dumbledore didn't speak, he clenched his wand tightly.

Thinking, thinking for a long time.

"Severus, I can't sacrifice you." He finally spoke, speaking slowly, "I have done many wrong things before, this time I must not."

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

Austria, Nurmengard.

A huge ship floating in the air protruded from the void, carrying heavy dark clouds and unseasonable, huge and arrogant wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)