Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In the cold potion office.

There was a swish of flipping pages.

Snape was holding a book similar to a comic strip at the moment. He pressed the bottom corner of the page with his fingers, making the pages flip quickly.

On the flipping papers, two very cute little people were playing, interacting in various ways, telling a beautiful story of friendship.

Under a swaying tree, a thin and lonely boy was sitting, lying on his back and staring at the sky in a daze.

At this time, a little girl in a floral dress came and lay beside the boy very generously.

The girl spoke to the boy sincerely for a long time, but the boy never said a word.

The girl didn't care, and talked about the bits and pieces of her life, some troubled and some happy.

The two quietly watched the clouds roll in the sky and the sun rise and set under the tree.

For several days in a row, the boy and the girl came to the tree tacitly.

One day, the girl suddenly didn't come. The boy's silent expression became panic. He wandered anxiously under the tree and didn't go home after the moon rose.

He waited like this until the next day. The boy was shivering with rain and dew all over his body.

At this time, the girl ran over and the boy immediately calmed down.

After caring about him for a while, the girl happily performed a palm magic for the boy, which made the boy know that they were from the same world and they were both wizards.

From that day on, the boy no longer remained silent, and his smile gradually increased until they went to a magnificent and ancient magic academy together.

The story of the comic strip ends here.

But Snape couldn't get enough of it. He kept looking back and forth obsessively, as if he had seen the Mirror of Erised.

Until the tenth time, the comic strip suddenly made a click and locked automatically. The little girl on the cover suddenly said sincerely.

"Sever, you should find new friends, don't stay alone in the basement all the time."

Snape suddenly shuddered, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he stared at the innocent smile of the little girl in the painting.

He murmured self-deprecatingly.

"Friends?

I don't deserve it.

There were people who were willing to talk to me, cry with me, laugh with me, and play with me.

I have had and obtained all of these.

It's just that I gave up..."

Snape closed his eyes guiltily and hugged the comic book tightly in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, a phoenix cry that filled people with courage came from the house.

"Bing!"

Then, Fox flew out in the firelight, leaving a note floating down, which circled twice and disappeared in the firelight again.

Snape opened his eyes dissatisfiedly, and quickly reached out to pinch the falling note, but his face became ugly after just one look.

He carefully placed the comic book in a clean and secret compartment in the bedroom, and then strode towards the principal's office with his black robe rolling.

Principal's office.

Dumbledore looked haggard. After watching Fawkes come back, he half leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to think.

He kept rubbing his temples, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

He is a centenarian after all.

He had communicated with Fudge several times recently but to no avail, and the other party was even more confrontational.

Dumbledore couldn't really drive Fudge out of office, at least not now, and the attitude of the purebloods was very strange, which made the old bee alarmed.

He could only secretly let the members of the Order of the Phoenix investigate the whereabouts of Voldemort's remaining soul.

Fortunately, Grindelwald hasn't had any trouble recently, and the last time the saints gathered in Northern Europe inexplicably was also a false alarm.

In the end, it is unknown what mission the saints have accomplished, and this has not been investigated. The Witch Party is indeed a disciplined organization.

Dumbledore thought he would have a good Christmas and prepared a lot of sweets for himself.

Ten minutes ago, he was eating candy and opening gifts happily, but when he opened the gift sent by Shaw.

The old bee felt that the candy in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

In addition to a box of top-quality tea from the East, the gift also included a note.

The content of the note: The student found the whereabouts of a Horcrux, which was Harry, and the scar on his forehead was attached to a soul of Voldemort.

Dumbledore stood up in shock. This Christmas gift was too surprising, and he was in a trance for a while.

There were lightning and thunder in his heart. The "cultivation of the savior" plan originally formulated according to the prophecy basically ended in vain after Quirrell's death.

Dumbledore didn't have the energy to worry about it for a while, and he had already begun to question the prophecy.

As Gellert said, there was a variable, and the future was different.

And the old bee had basically determined that this variable was Shaw.

Although Phileas did not tell himself about Shaw's maternal relationshipThe relationship did not prevent him from making his own judgment, so he must be extraordinary.

But for now, Harry's matter must be dealt with first.

The plan to cultivate the savior seems to be a two-pronged plan.

One is to die, and the other is to kill.

And he must find an assistant who is capable, loyal and willing to die.

"Bang!"

The door of the principal's office was kicked open by Snape. He strode to the desk angrily and said in a bad tone.

"What's wrong with Harry? Isn't Quirrell dead? You promised me that Harry would not die!"

Dumbledore opened his eyes and said seriously.

"Severus, I need your help, and Harry needs your help too."

Snape's cold pupils shrank. The principal has always been lazy and wise, but today's expression seems to be very serious.

He took a deep breath, but habitually said sarcastically.

"Oh? So there are things that can embarrass the greatest white wizard. Tell me."

Dumbledore spoke out the plan he had just thought of quickly.

"I need you to pretend to be Voldemort's man and continue to train Harry, making him doubt you and resent you..., and train Harry into a brave and fearless warrior in the next one or two years."

Snape's eyes were calm. He didn't mind being a bad guy, but he still said disdainfully.

"Heh, Pott is already reckless and arrogant enough. I heard that he can use the disarming spell well. Does he still need to be trained?"

Dumbledore didn't plan to tell Snape that Harry was a Horcrux right now. He was really afraid that the other party would collapse or fight him to death, so he could only persuade him.

"Severus, the current situation is different from the past. Harry needs to grow up quickly. You don't want him to die in a chaotic battle, right? I'm just afraid that I can't do it."

Snape was silent, staring at Dumbledore with emotionless eyes.

In the end, he didn't say anything, turned around and left with a wave of his hand, disappearing outside the door.

Dumbledore sighed, slowly closed his eyes, his face full of guilt, and whispered the unfinished words just now.

"Perhaps one day, you may die in front of Harry in your true face, so that Harry can realize the truth and face his fate with supreme courage."

Although Dumbledore was holding the Elder Wand at this time, he had not yet figured out a way to keep Harry alive.

Great people use all living beings as chess pieces, and under the love, they are all ruthless.

After a long time, Dumbledore opened his eyes and took out the tea that Shaw had mailed.

Then he started to make tea and put sugar in it. He needed to drink tea to calm his troubled mind.

Suddenly, the coin in Dumbledore's arms was hot.

This made the old bee look strange.

One hour ago, Nurmengard, Austria.

Grindelwald sat on a comfortable recliner, playing with a five-pointed star-shaped variant Rubik's Cube in his hand.

This was a Christmas gift from Shaw to him for intellectual purposes.

Grindelwald's eyes were fixed on an elegant old lady in front of him.

"Vita, you are finally willing to come and see me."

The old lady was Vita Rosier, the Black Rose of France.

(Note: The Rosier family of Britain is indeed one of the twenty-eight holy pure bloods of Britain. This family, like the Malfoy family, came from France and is of the same lineage as Vita's Rosier)