[HP] Return late

Even though Severus thought that the level of black arts research was sufficient to deal with most insidious spells, when Lily's smile appeared in the ring, he stretched out his hand almost uncontrollably.

"Lily...forgive me..." he said with a sigh.

Then was forced back by sharp burns.

The blond-haired Mrs. Malfoy raised her wand gracefully, and a small ball of Fiercefire danced and disappeared from the tip of her wand.The old ring was burned into molten gold, but the dark spar in the middle was still intact.

Snape was angry at the short-lived phantom of the person in his heart. The blonde woman of the Black family was not the gentle, kind, and non-combatant Lucius described.

But as a Slytherin, of course Snape would not tell Lucius that he was deceived by a certain Medusa disguise, anyway, this matter has nothing to do with him, and the two of them seem to have no relationship at all. What emotional issues.

Mrs. Malfoy carefully put the cooled Resurrection Stone in her handbag, turned sideways and smiled and said to Snape: "Thank you so much, Severus, without your help, I simply don't know what to do." It's good to do it."

You will directly burn this place with fierce fire, and then slowly find the soul-returning stone you want.Snape curled his lips, but said nothing.

"Have you got it?" At this time, Lucius finally overcame his obsession with the cleanliness of this "basement that looks dilapidated and hasn't been maintained for hundreds of years", and couldn't help but sneak in to see the progress.

"Yes, thanks to Severus' help." Narcissa said with a sweet smile.

Thanks to me for distracting you from negative reactions to black magic?

Snape dragged the Malfoys into the no-entry list again - an obvious impossibility.

A few hours later, the unlucky Mr. Snape took all his material collections and moved into Mrs. Malfoy's temporary stay in the small town of Castle Combe. After he settled the collections and analyzed the party It was already another early morning to grab a small bottle of resurrection potion.

You do the best, and life do other best.

Snape could now deeply understand the meaning of this sentence, especially since he was now in the same room with two abnormal Malfoys.

After Lucius briefly explained the resurrection steps that he had learned from chatting with his son one night during the days when he was in the spirit state, Snape felt that working with these two—no, Malfoy, who was one person and one ghost—was simply It is the most unreliable thing.

"We have the Soul Resurrection Stone now, and I have a collection of those potions, so Lucius, please tell me, where is the 'father's bone'?" Snape hissed with a straight face.

An embarrassed expression immediately appeared on Lucius' perfect face, "If it hasn't been digested, it should be in Nagini's stomach."

"So?" Snape exuded a dangerous air of fury, "You'd better think of an alternative, then we'll move on to the next one, the servant's meat."

"Potter." Lucius spit out the word without thinking.

"Luke." Narcissa softly reminded her husband to pay attention to Snape's darkening complexion, lest a certain potions master break the jar and throw away his sleeves and leave.

"Lucius, is your brain finally corroded by beauty potions? Do you think you can get a hair of the savior from under Dumbledore's eyes?" Snape roared at Lucius' soul.

"Don't say that, Severus," Narcissa smiled softly and shyly, "Luke took those beauty potions for me. He is a very considerate person."

Very good, just be considerate to each other, Snape let out a heavy breath, he doesn't know women in the same way, especially crazy women. "So do you think that after two ingredients are missing, what is left still makes sense?"

"Maybe we can try other substitutes?" The most indispensable thing in Malfoy's family is Gallon, Lucius said tentatively.As a Malfoy, you are never intimidated by any setbacks.

"Very well, then it's not in my scope now, you guys discuss it slowly." The Snake King, who hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights, strode aggressively back to the guest room, and slammed the door shut.

"There will always be a way." Narcissa said softly.

"Of course, maybe I can ask the old bones of another country."

When the first ray of sunlight climbed onto the window sill of the living room, only Mrs. Malfoy was left holding the cat in the small living room.

Snape woke up in the afternoon, not because he had had enough sleep, but because he was awakened by a strong sense of hunger in his stomach. Only then did he remember that the French dinner that day seemed to be the last meal he ate in the past few days.

Although his childhood experience made him more resistant to hunger, it didn't mean that he didn't need to eat anything that could fill his poor belly after days and nights of hard work.Presumably, the potion making tool that was hijacked by Medusa of the Malfoy family would not receive any good treatment. Snape decided to do it himself. Of course, there will only be one piece of food, just like he did in Spider's End .

When he walked out of the room and passed the living room to go to the kitchen, the lingering Mrs. Malfoy was already sitting in front of the big French window in the living room, and a sumptuous meal was prepared on the dining table in front of him.

"Good day, Severus, didn't know I had the honor to have lunch with you?" Under normal circumstances, Mrs. Malfoy had a gentle and slightly shy smile on her face when she faced her friends, until A week ago, Snape would have thought it was a freak of the Black family, raising a woman with a rabbit-like personality.

"My honor, ma'am." Snape had a bad premonition, and this premonition was usually very effective, allowing him to survive every battle without any danger.

He was absolutely sure that this crazy woman had some new crazy idea, and the one who was implicated must be himself.But he still sat down uncontrollably and picked up the tableware.

He must be too hungry and out of his mind, he thought.

So an hour later, when they stood in the graveyard of Malfoy Manor under the scorching sun, Snape was still in a state of confusion - he must have been infected with stupidity and madness to follow in broad daylight. This desperate woman ran to the backyard where the Dark Lord was.

The tombs of Malfoy in the past dynasties are quite simple, only a white tombstone decorated with rose patterns, engraved with the name, the time of life and death, and the epitaph.He silently followed Mrs. Malfoy to the last row.

There was only one solitary tombstone, which read:

Abraxas Malfoy

+1922-1964

Death is not the end, but another beginning

Snape suddenly guessed Mrs. Malfoy's intentions, and he turned his face to her and said, "Dragon plague syphilis will affect the potion, and it is very likely that it will infect your husband's new body."

"He didn't die from dragon plague and syphilis." Mrs. Malfoy said coldly, "He gave his soul to the devil and made a deal that was not in the light." It seemed that she didn't like Lucius' father at all. , even disdain to give a fake smile.

"Then dig it?" Well, he was crazy, following one Malfoy to dig another Malfoy's grave.In a situation where the real Malfoy didn't say anything, he could imagine the look on his old friend's face when he showed up at night.

"Of course." As Narcissa said, she swung her wand downward like a knife, and the stele was split open in the middle without a sound.

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On the other side, Albus Dumbledore sat in his room at Hogwarts with a serious expression on his face.A few minutes earlier, he had received bad news from the Order of the Phoenix member on duty at the Ministry of Magic.

The prophecy ball about Harry and Voldemort in Row 97 of the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries, which was supposed to stay well, shattered out of thin air.Of course he knew why that was—the trajectory of fate changed, the new trajectory broke the old prophecy.

Maybe Harry Potter is no longer the one who was prophesied to defeat Voldemort, maybe it's no longer the only one who survived.No matter what kind of ending it is, Dumbledore is worried about it at the moment.

He thought that with the connection between the two wands, the discovery of the secret of Voldemort's immortality, and the identities and locations of certain Horcruxes, he would be able to plan everything in the future. Even if he died, the righteous side would still win. .

And now the fate has been interrupted.

The Potter family can't sacrifice in vain, and their child will be the hero who goes on alone.

He thought he needed to know a new prophecy.

So he visited Sybil Traurini who lived in the North Tower.

This time, he was not as lucky as he was when he interviewed Sybil 17 years ago. The nervous prophet shook the tea in her cup nervously, but did not give an answer for a long time.

Finally she finally spoke, "I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore, the prophecy you need can't be given just by knowing it, I don't have that ability."

A look of disappointment appeared on the old man's face. He put down his teacup and stood up, "It's okay, Sybil, thank you, I think I can find other ways."

Traorini didn't speak, but pulled out her chair and walked in front of the three-dimensional humming and rotating galaxy model, she said in a dreamy tone: "Principal Dumbledore, the light of your stars is about to go out Now, but the constellation representing the Dark Lord is shining brightly."

Dumbledore didn't show any anger or other unhappy expressions, he just said calmly: "The war is about to start, I think, please allow me to leave first, Sybil." He walked to the trapdoor , pulled up the brass ring, but heard the prophet speak, she said: "I know a person, even more than every one of my ancestors, who has gone further in prophecy."

"Who is that?"

"Draco Malfoy." Traorini almost stuck to the huge planetary model, "Draco star is only temporarily dimmed, but it hasn't fallen."

"He will bring you new and clearer prophecies."

"Go find his family, and kindness to the real Slytherin will get you what you want."

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After 24 hours of Internet shutdown, I finally came up.

Anyway, get out of the way for the older generation.

It's the time for young