The leader of HP arrives

As Karkaroff speculated, Dumbledore's push was indispensable behind the British Ministry of Magic's note, and the only unexpected thing was Severus' visit.

"I hope you are doing well, Headmaster Dumbledore." Karkaroff glanced over the stain on Dumbledore's shoulder, pulled out a hypocritical smirk, and responded to the old wizard's hug, looking over Shoulder to meet the Potions Master's dark, dark eyes, "Long time no see, Severus."

"I was just entrusted by the Potions Masters Association to visit Mr. Greenwald." Perhaps Severus had changed the most in nine years, and it was difficult to connect the wizard in front of him with the Death Eater ten years ago.The former chief potion master of the Death Eaters was no longer a thin boy, his tall stature and thick shoulders showed this.Even without frowning, there are still slight traces between the brows. It can be imagined that the life of the past nine years has not been easy for Severus, so that this wizard wearing a floor-length robe is like a shroud. In a layer of gloom.

"His Majesty Greenwald is waiting for the two of you in Nurmengard. The carriage is in the yard and you can leave at any time." Karkaroff glanced at Severus, turned around and led the two of them to the hall.

Dumbledore and Severus arrived a whole hour later than expected. Of course, this was due to the change of the Floo network between Germany and the United Kingdom, and I am afraid that the German Ministry of Transport deliberately made things difficult.In fact, Dumbledore's visit to Germany as a note from the British Ministry of Magic should at least be received by officials of the German Ministry of Magic, instead of directly connecting the exit of the Floo Network to Durmstrang's principal's office.

"We were delayed on the road for a while. Although I would like to give you some time to reminisce about the past, I'm afraid it will be after returning from Nurmengard." , took the lead to go out.

Dumbledore knew that German wizards didn't want to see him.The reasons why Gellert chose to imprison Nurmengard himself were very complicated, but in the end it was an agreement made for the last stop of the year.Decades of love and hatred have been entangled in it, and the two have long been unable to tell right from wrong.The German wizard in his memory has become blurred in the heavy years, just like the forever blank photo frame on his desk, and he can't remember how many years he hasn't seen Gellert again.

"Let's start now. After about three hours' journey, we can reach Nurmengard before dinner."

The heavy wooden door of the hall was opened, and the cold outdoor air in Germany refreshed the exhausted spirit of the two of them after a long journey. Dumbledore wrapped his robe tightly, and decisively shook off the memories that kept coming up in his mind, and followed Kaka Love got into the carriage behind him.

Dinner had already begun when the group walked into Nurmengard Castle. According to the eating habits of the Germans, the hot and sour chicken macaroni pickle soup was the first to be served on the table.

The tall wizard sitting on the other side of the dining table made Severus hesitate for a few seconds. Fenrir Greyback, the pure-blood werewolf who appeared in Nurmengard for no reason, and was the same as the former Dark Lord. Eat at the table.If what Lucius said back then was true, Fenrir should have left England with the body the next day in order to prevent the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix from desecrating his master's body.Now that Fenrir is here, where is that person——?

Gellert was slicing up a piece of roast beef when Dumbledore entered the hall, examining Fenrir with raised eyebrows, glaring at the slices of pickles on top of the soup, a pure-blooded werewolf's love of vegetables, especially the sourness that the Germans have always loved. Cucumbers were hated, and it was one of the few remaining entertainments in Nurmengard.From this point of view, it is not unfounded for most wizards to think that Grinwald and Dumbledore secretly communicated the song.

"Albus--" Even though Dumbledore's arrival had long been expected, Gellert felt his voice dry up at this moment, and the voice that was about to tease the werewolf was suppressed back in his throat, and turned around at the base of his tongue a few times In the end, he could only struggle to shout out a vague name.

"How many years have we not seen each other, Gellert." Dumbledore's eyes wandered between Fenrir and Gellert for a moment, and the eyes behind the lens flickered, "This is Severus Sney Pu, the youngest master of potions in Britain, the potions professor of Hogwarts."

"I've heard of you, Mr. Snape." Dumbledore's calm and gentle voice, with a businesslike expression, made Gellert's heart twitch, and he took a sip of the water on the table, He knocked on the table, signaling the house-elf to bring back dinner for three.

"Severus Snape! Why did you come here!" Fenrir's gaze wandered back and forth between Severus and Dumbledore a few times, and he stood up abruptly on the table. The soup splashed out and soaked the tablecloth.

"I'm curious, when British wizards enter Germany, apart from the approval of the Ministry of Magic, do they need to apply to you, Fenrir?" Severus snorted coldly, sideways avoiding the splash Soup, "Or, have the werewolves ruled the German wizarding world?"

"Fenrir, sit down and eat." Gellert reached out and threw a clean one on the table without expression, and moved the plate in front of him to the werewolf's seat, "I invite Mr. Snape to come to Germany Discuss the matter of wolf poison potion."

"You bloody traitor, do you think Dumbledore can protect you forever?" Fenrir glanced at the plate in front of him, which still had cut marks on it, and finally withdrew his left hand holding Severus' collar, " Severus Snape, you'd better bite Dumbledore's trousers tightly like a swallowtail dog, otherwise, one day, I will kill you with my own hands."

"If Merlin blesses you with even a sliver of rationality left in your brain apart from your muscles, you should know the fate of provoking a potions master." Severus' eyes flickered, ignoring Dumbledore's soothing eyes , "Whether I betrayed Slytherin, I don't need you to comment, Fenrir."

"I'll break your limbs, tear your chest open, I'll show you your own heart, and see your dirty blood drain from bits and pieces, Severus." Fenrir tightened his grip Fist, squeezed a low hoarse threat from between teeth, turned and left the room, "I will not kill you easily, Severus, I want you to cry at the feet of the master, begging, remorse for everything you have done, until the last drop of your blood is drained."

"I thought I would never set foot in Nurmengard for the rest of my life." Dumbledore coughed softly, and stretched out his hand to remove the tableware in front of him, "I thought you had realized your mistake until I got the potion News from the Masters Association. After all these years, you are still clinging to the wrong direction, have you lost yourself on this road, Gellert?"

"You still like strong words, and that hasn't changed at all." Gellert twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the back of Fenrir's leaving, and finally reached out to bring back his own roast beef, cut a piece and gave it away. In the entrance.

"What do you want to do, Gellert?" Dumbledore's eyes lingered on the beef for a few seconds, and he lowered his voice slightly, "Using alchemy potions to transform a half-blood werewolf into a creature like a pure-blood werewolf, what do you want?" What to do, Gellert? It took wizards hundreds of years to drive the werewolf out of society, to put an end to the threat of Wolfsbane—”

"Are you trying to break your oath, Gellert?"

"Mr. Snape, I would like to have a private talk with Dumbledore." Gellert's voice pulled Severus back to his senses, and the latter glanced at Dumbledore who nodded in agreement, and strode out room.

"Severus, I want you to weep, beg, and regret everything you've done—"

The werewolf's voice echoed in his ears repeatedly like a curse, the door of the room closed behind him, and Severus was pressed tightly against the cold stone wall of Nurmengard.

The master has left this world.That's what Malfoy answered back then, but Dumbledore's sudden visit interrupted his further questioning.When he finally withdrew from the long list of potions in the Order of the Phoenix, the Malfoy Manor had already been renovated, and there was no trace of that person ever existed.

In order to prevent the Order of the Phoenix from desecrating that person's body, Fenrir had left England with the coffin a week ago, and even Lucius had no way of knowing the destination of the werewolf.When he proposed to take a look at that person's tombstone even from a distance, the platinum nobleman explained with an impeccable smile on his elegant and pale face that he couldn't even guess the truth of the matter through those cold eyes.

What if—what if, that person is still alive?A drop of dew slid down the stone wall and rolled into Severus' collar. He trembled slightly, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the footsteps, gathered all his strength and clenched his wand tightly.No matter what the result is, he wants to get the final answer from Fenrir.

However, the courage to face the ending was not favored by Merlin. When the last footstep disappeared not far ahead, Severus had to admit that he was lost in Nurmengard Castle because of his carelessness. direction.Unlike Hogwarts Castle, which is always brightly lit and covered with portraits, Nurmengard has already fallen into deep darkness in the middle of the night. Except for a few mice running quickly across the corner, there is no trace of life.

A man's figure shrouded in the night, if it wasn't for the platinum-gold luster shining on the fallen leaves, it would be hard to even notice that there was a wizard standing there.Severus hesitated for a moment, and finally gripped his wand tightly, turned over and jumped out of the window, approaching with light steps.

"Lux, I have said that you must learn to walk on your own." Dongfang Bubai raised his arm, and his magic power gently supported the platinum python back to the starting point not far away, looking sideways at the dark corner, "Who is there?" ?”

But no response came.Severus could clearly see that figure paused for a few seconds and started to walk towards him. With the change of angle, a few rays of moonlight leaked from the gap in the dense forest, illuminating a small piece of red corner of his clothes.The familiar cold snake crawling language, the familiar gorgeous fabrics, and even the sound of stepping on fallen leaves are still fresh in his memory. Severus clenched his fists tightly, but he couldn't feel the warmth of his palms.

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