HP solves the mystery

At Ollivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley, Severus looked at the notice posted on the door of the shop, saying that the shop was closed for a month because he was going to make new wands.

He touched his chin with some emotion. A few days ago, he disguised himself to sell unicorn hair and snake sloughs. Ollivander was so wealthy that he took them all, and also took the venom from the big spider, saying that he was going to Germany to give them away. .

Severus made money and bought a shop in London, planning to open a coffee shop or a flower shop. Since he was a wizard, it was easy to store coffee and flowers.

He came to Diagon Alley today simply because he was too bored at home and went out to waste time wandering around.

[Hiss...take your eyes away from that pink ball of fur. 】 The basilisk said dissatisfied, staring at the dwarf cattail with vertical eyes. When the dwarf cattail shrank behind the stone in fear, it raised its head with satisfaction, "Don't look at it's furry, that guy can eat boogers!" 】

The basilisk's words successfully made Severus look away, picked some owl feed, walked to Florin Fusco's ice cream shop, bought a chocolate ice cream with raspberries and crushed nuts and ate it.

The basilisk was crying in his pocket and kept calling Severus to buy it strawberry peanut butter ice cream.

Severus pretended not to hear, and even patted the snake's head with his hand to make it quieter.

The ice cream shop was as warm as spring, and there were a few children sitting inside. They were writing quickly with quills in hand. Their sad faces reminded Severus of the funny look of Andre when he encountered a problem.

While Severus was in a daze, a tall man sat next to him.

"Long time no see, little sir."

The man's low and hoarse voice brought him back to his senses, and then he realized that there was someone sitting next to him. He was a little annoyed that his vigilance was so low, but he couldn't help but secretly look at the person.

Severus shuddered, the man's face going from blurry to familiar.

He frowned and tried to remember, it was that handsome man—Marlo Robinson!

"Long time no see, Mr. Robinson." Severus replied politely and continued to eat the ice cream on the table.

Voldemort, pretending to be Mr. Robinson, looked at the boy who was getting taller and more handsome, but still had a slender waist that could be seen from the coat. He couldn't help but put his hand to touch his cheek, but he only touched the cold mask.

"What flavor of ice cream did you eat?" Voldemort suddenly asked.

"It's chocolate with raspberries and chopped nuts." Seeing that he kept staring at him, Severus asked hesitantly, "Do you want me to order one for you?"

Voldemort's red eyes flashed with annoyance and he nodded slightly.

Severus pursed his lips and chuckled, stood up and paid for another ice cream, placing it in front of him.

"Eat it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." Seeing him just looking at the ice cream, Severus thought he was embarrassed. After all, he looked to be in his twenties, "I like eating it very much." After that, Keep eating.

Voldemort poked the ice cream with his spoon and propped up his chin to watch Severus eat. His pale lips turned red from eating the ice cream.

Voldemort was a little curious why every time he met him. The changes are so big.

Moreover, he never asked Lucius to explore the identity of this young man, because with his magic power, if this young man had evil intentions, an Avatar could send him away.

"Mr. Snape, there is a problem that has troubled me for a long time, and I would like to hear your advice." Voldemort compared Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix to enemy wizards (although that was the case), switching the grudges between himself and him. These words were spoken objectively (bushi).

He also talked about his recent experience in reading Muggle history, and he couldn't figure out why he couldn't shake the magical world after struggling for more than ten years.

"As the saying goes, the economic base determines the superstructure. Controlling the lifeblood of people's lives is equivalent to taking control of the initiative." Severus was a little confused after listening to Voldemort's story. "Listen to you saying that, it means that you have control over everything." Why should some of our resources be led by the enemy?"

Voldemort was in a daze. Why had he never thought about such a simple question before?

Severus continued to give examples, "Take this ice cream shop as an example. It is the only one in Diagon Alley, and its taste is unparalleled. No matter how others want to open an ice cream shop, they can't compare to it, and they all end up closing down."

"Besides, there are only a few shops in Diagon Alley, so there are very few people to recruit, and the number of positions in the Ministry of Magic is also limited." Severus finished the last bite of ice cream and thought for a while before saying, "How about you open a new one? The factory is ready, innovate something that is not available in the magic world, raise the benefits and wages, and recruit more workers, so that your opponent will have no one to use."

Voldemort lowered his eyes, feeling touched in his heart. He suppressed the idea of ​​going to Lucius to exploit the Muggles, and waited for the boy in front of him to continue.

There was silence for a long time, and the atmosphere became somewhat condensed.

"That's all?" Voldemort said gently, his distorted face under the mask becoming crazy.

Severus nodded speechlessly, he just said it casually.

When I say this and you hear this, hey, don’t say anything to anyone.

"I'm not an expert. I suggest you ask Muggles who know economics. There are many good people among them." Seeing that he had a good attitude, Severus remembered his previous trip to Albania. Muggles should not be rejected, so I suggested.

Voldemort stared at Severus in silence for a while, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Are you so optimistic about Muggles? There are many talented people in the magic world." He snorted coldly, with a bit of gritted teeth.

Severus was stunned when asked, and blurted out, "But there is no economics in the wizarding world."

silence……

There was another long silence...

Voldemort calmed down and didn't care about these small things.

"Okay, thank you for your suggestion." He tried to express his gratitude in a gentle tone, picked up the ice cream on the table and stood up, "Thank you for the ice cream, we will see you next time."

Severus was a little surprised by his changeable attitude. Sichuan's change of attitude was not as fast as his.

"You're welcome." Severus pursed his lips and watched him leave.

I saw the man pushing open the store door, walking around the corner and disappearing.

It was still warm inside the store, but a light snow fell outside the window.

Severus went to the counter to order more ice cream, wanting to take it back to the basilisk.

Mr. Fusco, the ice cream seller, looked at him in surprise and said, "Sir, you have already eaten two servings of ice cream. If you eat another serving, I'm afraid you have to buy a magic potion."

"I obviously..." Severus wanted to say that he only ate one portion, but seeing Mr. Fusco's confident look, he narrowed his eyes and said, "I brought food to my friend. Thank you for your concern."

Mr. Fusco got him another ice cream, thinking that the boy had such a good appetite these days.

Severus was walking down the streets of Diagon Alley with his ice cream. There were not many people, and they were all coming and going in a hurry.

[Hiss...Severus, that person just smelled weird. 】The basilisk that had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke, confusion flashed across its vertical pupils, "I seem to have smelled it before, but I can't remember where..."

Severus was thinking about why Mr. Fusco only saw him when he heard the basilisk say this.

"Then why didn't you tell me in front of others?" he asked.

[Hiss... Aren't you happy to see you chatting? 】The basilisk slapped Haha, it wouldn't say that it was a little scared.

Everyone went home arguing, leaving today's events behind.

A week later, James Mead, a professor at the University of London who won the Nobel Prize in Economics, disappeared. His family did not receive a call or letter from the robbers, so it was suspected that he was an enemy.

At this time, Severus had already returned to Hogwarts to study, and had no idea what was happening in the Muggle world.

What he was paying attention to at the moment was the strange behavior of his roommate Andre, whose face was full of confusion as he stared blankly at the window curtain.

"Severus, I decided not to drop out of school and finish seventh grade." Andre clenched his fists, his face full of determination.

Severus was very confused. He was still hesitant before, but in just one Christmas holiday, things changed too quickly.

Andre muttered for a while, as if he remembered something, covered his face and asked, "What do you think of little Barty? I suddenly feel that there is nothing wrong with joining the Death Eaters..."

Severus's impression of Andre was that of a standard Slytherin, but without the arrogance of those nobles, he was very amiable to others; and he was also a good friend of Regulus, so he paid a little more attention to him.

But from what Andre revealed, he analyzed that Barty Jr. had also joined the Death Eaters.

This is not good, Severus narrowed his eyes. Little Barty's father is a senior official in the Ministry of Magic. If he joins the Death Eaters, he will become a mole.

Moreover, he could know from his vague memory that the Death Eaters were defeated by the Order of the Phoenix in the end.

"Andre, I don't think the Death Eaters are a good place for you or me." Severus said matter-of-factly, "He values ​​pure blood. You and I are both half-bloods. I'm afraid the situation will not be good if we go there." …”

Andre stared at the bed curtain, rubbed his fingers on the clan emblem in his hand, and answered in a low voice after a long time, "I know, but..."

Severus didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, but he could feel that Andre's words were full of sadness.

Austria, Nurmengard Castle.

"Karma, how are things going?" Grindelwald, wearing a gray suit, returned to his original middle-aged appearance, walking behind the chair and looking ahead.

Karma sighed helplessly. If he didn't work hard when he was young, he would have to go out again when he gets old.

"The person last time was definitely Voldemort." Kama replied, shaking the information in his hand. "The Ministry of Magic in England is the same as it was thirty years ago. It's leaked through a sieve. If you give a little favor, you can tell everything..."

Grindelwald looked at his former subordinates with nostalgia in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that more than thirty years have passed, and Albus has made no progress at all..." After Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, he thought he was going to win the Ministry of Magic with great success, but who knew he was hiding in Hog Watts.

Okay, Grindelwald has to admit that Hogwarts is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic and can be regarded as a peaceful holy land free from the wizarding world, but it can still cause such conflicts among the four colleges. He wants to ask Dumbledore. Not for fun?

"Then it's up to you to summon the others, Karma." Grindelwald said with a smile, and put his hands together on his chin.

Karma didn't look good on his old boss, but he still nodded.

"It seems that you are going to end your life as a Rapunzel girl." Karma said sarcastically, "Congratulations on your love potion finally wearing off."

Grindelwald's smile froze on his face, and he regretted calling out the venomous Karma. He should have replaced him with someone else.

"Don't think about it, everyone else has gone to Durmstrang to recruit people." Kama seemed to see through his inner thoughts and said unceremoniously, "In order for you to have a glorious comeback, the Saints are here We're recruiting troops," he emphasized the word 'you' with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

When Grindelwald heard this, his old face turned red. He waved his hand and said, "It doesn't have to be like this, hahahaha. I just want to go out for a walk, not go to London..."

Karma's face said, 'I understand, just pretend. 'Looking at Grindelwald, the photos in his hands were flying around the study like snowflakes.

Grindelwald completely understood what it means for a mute to eat Coptis chinensis and feel unexplainable pain.

England, in the garden of Malfoy Manor.

Lucius looked at the Muggle professor in front of him and said calmly, "Have you thought about it? Whether you live or die depends on your decision."

James Mead had a head of slightly bald head and a head of dull gray hair. The clothes on his body were gray and smelly. The cold sweat on his forehead was flowing like a waterfall. He was extremely scared.

He was suddenly captured five days ago when he was sleeping at home. During this period, he was locked up in a dungeon. Occasionally, people would go in to see him and ask him some specious questions. Later, they would also ask him whether he would agree to join their organization.

Originally he was very stubborn and didn't answer. Who is he? He is a Nobel Prize winner. When the police discover his disappearance, they will definitely come looking for him.

As a result, no one came to find her, so she was locked in the cellar and starved for several days. She was even picked up by an ugly creature who called herself a house elf, and saw a man in front of him who was dressed in simple and elegant clothes.

James Meade smelled the scent of flowers mixed with the scent of pastries in the air, his mouth began to secrete saliva involuntarily, and his stomach growled.

"Very good, it seems you don't plan to join." Lucius put down the cup in his hand, took out his wand and said to him, "Split into pieces."

The fingers of the man's left hand shrank one by one, and the bones inside were cut to pieces.

"Ahhh...it hurts..." James Meade howled in pain and struggled violently. However, he was fixed by the house elf with a spell, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.

"Join?" Lucius was upset by the noise and asked coldly.

James Meade was sweating coldly and kept shouting, "I join, I join!"

He couldn't care so much at the moment. The person in front of him was too cunning and his left hand seemed to be useless.

Lucius frowned slightly and waved his hand to ask the house elf to take the person to the dungeon and keep him locked up.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh... I agreed to join, why are you still locking me up..." James Meade was holding on to the iron railings of the dungeon, tears streaming down his face.

Since he became a university professor, he has become accustomed to being pampered, and the recent days have been extremely painful for him.

Also, don’t keep asking me if I want to join! You should talk about benefits and benefits. If it suits my taste, maybe I will change jobs?

James Meade wailed, who are these people! woo woo woo woo……