Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 423: No. 19 Spider's Tail Alley

She was a girl in a sky blue suit. She looked very similar to Dumbledore, but strictly speaking, she was not very pretty.

At least she didn't inherit Dumbledore's youthful looks.

But at this moment Dumbledore stared at the girl as if he had seen the most beautiful treasure in the world.

The girl looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes. After a long time, she slowly bent down and gently stroked the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face with her free hand.

"Brother, you've grown old."

An erratic voice came out from the girl's mouth, and Dumbledore's tear glands collapsed instantly after hearing it. He cried and grabbed the girl's hand, and for a moment he was unable to speak.

Mike on the side was also speechless, because at this moment he was staring at Dumbledore's right hand. The originally yellow and wrinkled skin on it was rapidly turning pale, and then the color began to darken, and finally showed a black and red rotten spot.

Mike knew very well that it was Voldemort's curse and the culprit for Dumbledore's downfall in the original book.

Faced with the erosion of such a horrible curse, Dumbledore should have discovered it at the first moment, but he was now completely immersed in the joy of reuniting with the figure and could not care about anything else at all.

However, his only remaining warm moment couldn't last long!
"elder brother!"

The illusory figure named Arianna called out to Dumbledore again, but this time her expression became more ferocious.
"I'm in so much pain! Why are you doing this to me?"

The girl's shrill wail echoed in the yard, and Dumbledore was stunned on the spot.

Looking at his sister's hideous face, Dumbledore said anxiously:

"Ariana, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'd do anything to make it up to you! Please!"

"Really?" The girl stared at Dumbledore viciously and said slowly, "Then why don't you come and accompany me? My dear brother!"

Dumbledore was stunned, and the girl continued:
"Come on, brother. I'm really lonely. Come and keep me company. Aren't we siblings? As long as you die, we can be together forever!"

The muscles on Dumbledore's face trembled, and he stared at the girl in front of him with wide eyes, as if he was surprised that his sister would say such a thing.

As Dumbledore was stunned, the rotten black spots on his right hand grew explosively. In just a moment, they covered Dumbledore's entire arm and even continued to spread towards his chest!
Mike couldn't bear it anymore!

His purpose in allowing Dumbledore to wear the Resurrection Stone Ring was simply to poison Dumbledore. In the future, he will still have to rely on Dumbledore to take the lead in the battle against Voldemort!
But according to the current situation, if I continue to leave it alone, Dumbledore will probably die on the spot!

Thinking of this, Mike suddenly raised the holy sword in his hand and chopped heavily at the ring on Dumbledore's right hand!
"No!"

Dumbledore noticed Mike's actions and yelled while retracting his hand to protect the Resurrection Stone Ring. However, it was all in vain. Dumbledore was not Gandalf who practiced both strength and magic. Without using magic, he was just an ordinary old man. All his movements were in slow motion in the eyes of the well-trained Mike!

"clang!"

The holy sword slashed heavily on the ring, causing a crisp explosion.

But Mike's expression was very ugly, because the holy sword in his hand did not really cut the ring, but was blocked by a weird face that looked like Voldemort!
"Ahhh!"

The strange human face standing in front of the holy sword screamed, but refused to move away. Instead, it tightly guarded the ring behind it.

At this time, Mike also recognized the true identity of this face!

If nothing goes wrong, this human face should be the soul that Voldemort hid in the Resurrection Stone ring!

But this also raises a problem. As a Horcrux, isn't the soul inside it the most important?

Then why would the soul in this resurrection stone ring protect the container that holds it?
Mike was in deep doubt.

However, the current situation did not allow him to hesitate too much. Mike shouted loudly, and the magic power in his body poured into the holy sword crazily!

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light burst out from the holy sword. Under the illumination of this light, Voldemort's soul and the figure named Ariana melted rapidly like ice and snow under the sun, until they completely disappeared!

"Huff, huff, huff!" Mike panted and looked at Dumbledore, only to see that the latter had fallen down. Mike stepped forward decisively and hugged Dumbledore, and asked worriedly, "Dumbledore, are you okay?"

Dumbledore did not answer Mike's question. He raised his arm, staring blankly at the resurrection stone ring on his hand and his right arm that had been completely corroded, still muttering Ariana's name.

Seeing this, Mike didn't hesitate. He reached out and took off the ring on Dumbledore's hand.

It was not until this time that Mike discovered that Dumbledore's entire arm was almost rotten, because as he took off the ring, a small piece of flesh on Dumbledore's finger was also taken off!

Even though Mike was a man who had seen the world, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach when he saw this scene.

Dumbledore seemed to be awakened by the severe pain. He frowned, fluttered his eyes, and stared at his arm and Mike, as if he had not yet figured out the current situation.

Mike was about to explain to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore spoke up first with a weak voice:

"I did a stupid thing."

"Yes! That's right! The most powerful white wizard actually hugged a ghost girl's hand and cried bitterly, and was cursed by Voldemort because of it! This is so stupid!"

Faced with Mike's merciless curses, a blush flashed across Dumbledore's pale and sickly old face.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was about to make an excuse, but Mike interrupted him:
"Okay, stop talking about this. What should we do now? Your injuries cannot be underestimated!"

Mike's expression at this moment was very anxious. He was not pretending. He was really afraid that Dumbledore would die here.

Dumbledore looked at Mike's anxious expression and smiled with relief. He patted Mike's shoulder with his intact hand and said slowly:
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Take me to Severus, he will heal me."

Looking at Dumbledore who was still smiling and comforting him, Mike felt uncomfortable, but in the end he nodded silently, holding Dumbledore and walked quickly out of the yard!
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In an ordinary brick house at 19 Spinner's End, Snape, wearing grey pajamas, sat up from the bed and stretched himself in front of the window.

Summer nights are always exceptionally short. Although it is only five o'clock now, the sun is already hanging in the sky, casting golden sunlight.

But all this has nothing to do with Spider's Tail Alley. The houses here are too densely packed, so densely packed that even the bright morning sunlight cannot shine in.

This is where Snape grew up. Although the living environment here is very poor, and even to outsiders it seems that it is filled with stench and garbage everywhere, and there is no hope at all, but in Snape's opinion this is a very good place to settle down.

Because he had spent the best time of his life here, and at that time, the girl still belonged to him.

Looking at the dim light outside the window, the dirty water slowly flowing on the roadside, and the garbage all over the ground, Snape sighed slowly, turned around, picked up the wand from the bookcase beside the bed, and then left the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom is a not very spacious living room. Of course, as one of the characteristics of old brick houses, this living room also serves as the kitchen.

Because the area of ​​this brick house is too small, the living room also serves as a study. Snape placed two large bookcases of books here to use as a pastime during vacations.

But this made the living room, which was occupied by sofas, bookcases, kitchen utensils and other items, even smaller, and Snape even had to walk carefully.

But he obviously didn't care about it, or perhaps he had already gotten used to it.

Snape was seen waving his wand expressionlessly, and as he moved, the teapot on the coffee table beside him began to brew tea automatically, and the old-fashioned phonograph on the bookcase began to play music automatically.

This was a light piano piece. Snape didn't know its name because it was something left by his mother, but there was no doubt that it could make people happy!
A smile appeared on Snape's lips. He nodded along with the melody and walked towards the kitchen counter, swaying with every step.

That's right, he was going to make himself a hearty breakfast.

Originally, this kind of work could be done entirely by magic, but Snape didn't think so.

In his opinion, cooking and making potions are both rigorous jobs. If you want to make delicious food, you must pay full attention to it as if you were making a potion.

Maybe it was his experience in making potions that played a role, but Snape's cooking skills were pretty good, something even his godson Draco didn't know.

Fry sausages, bacon, eggs, toast...

As he watched the ingredients being prepared and added to his plate, Snape had already begun to plan his plans for the rest of the day.

Maybe, after having a hearty English breakfast, I can listen to music and read a book for a while. Not those profound and boring potion books, but simple novels!
Then spend two hours making a delicious beef Wellington at noon!
In the afternoon, you can go to the basement to make potions to kill time...

Thinking of this, the smile on Snape's lips became even brighter.

Unfortunately, an accident happened suddenly!
"boom!"

A loud explosion came from behind Snape. He turned his head in panic and saw that there was an explosion in the small fireplace behind him. The ashes in the fireplace were flying wildly in the small living room, covering the already old furniture with a thick layer of dust.

Then, two figures walked out from the ashes, coughing.

"Hey! Good morning! Professor Snape!"

Mike's familiar voice came from the smoke, and Snape's face suddenly turned pale when he heard it. He raised his wand and was about to teach Mike, the brat who disturbed his perfect morning, a lesson.

But the next moment, Snape's movements suddenly froze.

Because he finally saw the figure who came with Mike, and it was the pale and weak Dumbledore!

"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said, forcing a smile. "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Severus."

Dumbledore's words made Snape put down his wand, and through the dust gradually dissipating in the living room, Snape also noticed the injury on Dumbledore's right arm.

"You are injured?" Snape said solemnly, "This is... a curse! A very vicious curse! Are you going to fight the swamp monster alone?"

"It's a long story, Severus. Mike and I went together last night..."

"I think now is not the time to talk about this." Mike interrupted their conversation and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore is in a very bad condition. Professor, you should treat him first."

Hearing this, Snape's expression turned ugly again, and he even seemed to be about to get angry.

But seeing how weak Dumbledore looked, Snape finally helped Dumbledore up and took him to the basement.

Mike followed decisively, but just as he took a step, Snape in front of him turned around and shouted:

"Stay here and don't move!"

Raising his eyebrows, Mike didn't say anything, just waved his hand in dissatisfaction and retreated again.

To be honest, he didn't really want to watch Snape's healing process. Compared to this, he was more interested in the legendary Snape's home.

Thinking of this, he reached out to the phonograph that was still playing in the bookcase.

However, just as his hand touched the wooden body of the phonograph, Snape, who had already gone to the basement, suddenly poked his head out of the corridor and screamed:
"You are not allowed to touch anything! Otherwise I will put you in detention for a month when school starts!"

Mike was startled by the sound and instinctively raised his hands above his head.

"Got it! Professor Snape!"

Hearing this, Snape nodded with satisfaction and disappeared into the corridor again.

Mike curled his lips in disdain. A month of confinement? Are you trying to scare the devil?
Shaking his head sneerily, Mike finally noticed the kitchen counter where Snape was when they arrived.

He walked slowly towards the kitchen counter and saw a hearty breakfast that had been prepared and was still steaming on it!
(End of this chapter)