HP: The New God from Hogwarts

"Siberia?"

Harry, who had poured himself a cup of hot tea and was pouring it into his mouth, couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Cecelia Byrd."

Sicklea looked at the sick Regulus and patiently spoke out her name syllable by syllable. She warned in her heart not to argue with a patient.

"Harry, your uncle doesn't look good." Cecilia hit Harry with her elbow again. His hand shook, and the hot water in the cup spilled out, pouring it on her naked body. On the feet.

When she was about to have an attack, Dumbledore's voice stopped her from taking the next step: "Cecilia is right, the remaining poison in Regulus' body has not been completely removed, so he is extremely weak now, and his magic power has also been affected." Influence."

Taowu knew about this when she was in the cave. She asked the instigator Tom to detoxify the poison, but he said that there was no antidote for this poison. He had the purpose of poisoning all those who coveted his Horcrux. So he doesn't know how to make an antidote at all.

"Severus has to come and see. No one can match him except Lily for his talent in potions." Dumbledore flicked his middle finger against the pad of his thumb, and a thin line of shimmering light appeared. Silk leaped out from the fingertips.

"What about you, Dumbledore? You can't just let others do everything. Luna and I, Harry and Severus, you have to do something."

Newt strongly condemned Dumbledore's constant outsourcing.

Regulus watched silently, while Dumbledore smiled and touched the head of the furry creature in Taowu's arms. Taowu turned her head and whispered to Newt, her eyes sparkling with smiles, and the man bent his head thoughtfully. He bent down and put his ear close to her mouth, listening carefully to what she said with a focused and gentle expression.

His brother's godson clumsily stepped on another girl's bare feet, and she grabbed him by the collar. Her raised fist was less than five centimeters in front of his face. The young boy covered his face. He yelled for help, Luna.

He was forcibly banned and derailed from the world for more than ten years. In the warm and bustling office, he was the only one who felt out of place.

The spiral staircase descended slowly, and before anyone could see it, it was heard first, and Snape's breathy voice came from outside.

"Dumbledore, you better have something important to do. Because of you, I was forced to stop brewing the mental restorative that I was researching!"

A black figure walked quickly to the back of the office, and his long clothes drew an afterimage behind him.

Snape was stunned when he saw several pairs of eyes looking at him inside. Dumbledore didn't tell him that there were so many people here.

"Mental restorative? Are you still continuing to research potions for the illness of Neville's parents?" Cecelia grabbed Snape's hand and shook it up and down. "You are such a good person."

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched and he forcefully pulled his hand away from Siklia's hand: "Miss Bird, you will be deducted five points from Ravenclaw for your rudeness!"

He retracted his hand, and when he looked at Dumbledore again, he was once again stunned by the boy sitting at the table.

He looked at Dumbledore in disbelief: "Is this the illegitimate son of a silly dog, or Regulus?"

"Long time no see, Severus."

A familiar cold voice fell on Snape's ears. He looked at the familiar face and involuntarily took a step back. He put his hand in his pocket and held the wand, watching Regulus' every move with vigilance. A move.

"Weren't you killed by the Dark Lord because you failed in your mission? Why are you here?"

His tone was anything but friendly. Snape didn't know what Regulus had done. In his memory, this former colleague, like his cousin, was a once powerful general of Voldemort's.

Regulus did not answer him, and his cold and cold eyes fell on him, just like he did at Riddle House many years ago.

"Listen to me, Sev." Dumbledore said slowly, leaning on the desk in front of Snape, "Regulus discovered the Horcrux just like us, even earlier than us."

Snape frowned and looked at the children beside him: "Stop, Professor, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to discuss this issue in front of them."

"It's okay, they all know it." Dumbledore looked at Cecilia with a smile, "I'm afraid only our little Thea doesn't know."

Taowu poked Siklia's shoulder: "No, she knows. We read the information about Horcruxes together. If I hadn't stopped her, she almost wanted to go to Azkaban to capture a few prisoners and kill them. Try a few Horcruxes."

"I heard that he will be bald and his face will look like a lizard. I can't stand it." Siklia shrugged with disgust.

Snape: Kids these days are getting more and more outrageous.

"Let's continue talking about Regulus, which is why I called you here. In order to destroy the locket made by Voldemort into a Horcrux, he drank the poison prepared by Voldemort in the cave where the Horcrux was hidden, and his body It was sealed away for more than ten years until it was discovered by Luna and Newt."

Dumbledore walked up to Regulus and put on a serious expression on his face: "I just checked and found that there are a lot of toxin residues in his body. If it cannot be cleaned out in time, his life will be in danger... "

"So, you want me to help him detoxify?" Snape spread his hands, "Then why don't you send him to St. Mungo's? There are more professional therapists there!"

Dumbledore pressed his hand down: "You can't do this, you will understand me, Silver."

Snape and Dumbledore looked at each other, and the office fell into a brief silence. Soon Snape was defeated, and he turned his head: "I know, Dumbledore, I need to check now. His situation.”

Regulus did not refuse Snape's inspection. He looked at the familiar face slowly walking towards him, based on the information he had just obtained.

What else didn't he understand? It was obvious that Snape was Dumbledore's insider.

The funniest thing is that this insider is stamped by the Dark Lord himself and is his most trusted subordinate.

The drama is all over the place.

Snape's wand was pressed against Regulus' heart, emitting a bright green light. As time passed, his expression became worse and worse.

"His condition is worse than I thought, and if a solution cannot be found, he won't live long."

Regulus was not surprised by Snape's statement. He understood his own situation. His body was like an exquisite cake box, and the cake inside had long since rotted.

"How much longer?" Regulus asked calmly.

"Less than a month."