Chapter 2477

The former prosperous London is still wrapped in cold ice, just like a huge clear amber, which frames everything here in a moment.

Recently, many living corpses have been gradually dug under the leadership of high-level peers, trying to reopen some roads to some usable buildings in today's icicle city - after all, the ice here was quickly poured and frozen by rainstorm, and many buildings are not filled with ice, so they can be used for their normal residence after a little cleaning.

However, just because these regular frozen ice ground grids in the city are hard, even if it is only necessary to chisel out the channel, it is not an easy thing, so that the progress of excavation is somewhat slow.

However, at this moment, in the depths of this solid ice, there is a tall figure wandering among them. With each step he took, the solid ice in front of him melted like spring snow. With his walking, a long and winding ice cave was gradually formed behind him.

I don't know how long this figure walked in the ice. Suddenly, he finally stopped a little. After looking left and right thoughtfully, he saw that he stretched out a wide palm with sharp claws and gently wiped it on the ice wall on the side where the frost had been re frosted in just a moment.

Through the small piece of ice, the city still frozen in the endless ice outside immediately came into his eyes.

This should have been the corner of a commercial pedestrian street - the colorful shops on both sides of the street are silently depicting the style and features here. When London was frozen that day, in fact, it no longer belonged to the ordinary Muggles who created all this and lived quietly here, but today, the traces they left still haven't faded.

After watching the figure in front of the ice wall for a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it. For a moment, the cold ice on the whole street corner in front of him melted quickly and disappeared. Finally, it was no longer covered by solid ice and completely revealed its original appearance.

The next second, as if he had been here, he stepped onto the pedestrian street that had been reopened by him and went straight to the street rest area with sunshade at the corner.

The plastic round tables once placed here have long been destroyed in unknown battles, leaving only some incomplete debris and fragments on the ground. He glanced down and found that a folding armchair was still intact. He bent down, helped it up with his own hands, opened it, and then turned around and sat down in the street.

"Click."

How could this weather beaten folding chair withstand his inhuman weight? With a crisp sound, the seat under the body cracked and collapsed in an instant. It probably didn't even expect that it was lucky to keep itself intact in the disaster that affected the whole country, but it still couldn't escape.

The figure reacted very quickly. At the moment when the chair split, with a stroke of his feet, he instinctively stabilized his center of gravity and didn't fall in all directions. However, after he was a little stunned, he just shook his head a little reluctantly, and then just sat on the ground like that.

Then he looked at the broken and deserted street in front of him, as if he had fallen into a certain memory.

Time is still passing slowly bit by bit, which seems to freeze the ice of the whole city and can't stop its progress. The brilliance passed from the top of the icicle gradually became dim yellow, plating a layer of light evening light on the corner where there was only dead silence.

That is, at this time, a string of light and inaudible footsteps gradually came from the ice cave where he melted when he came, and then another figure came out.

"Master."

The visitor is the corpse girl of one of the Gemini. After going to the palace to convey the master's will to Hermione and others, she guided the people to be busy for a while as usual, and then she found it all the way back to the master.

"Yes."

The figure sitting on the ground answered casually.

The corpse girl felt that compared with the master sitting on the throne in the main hall, the fierce power of the other party had fainted a lot at the moment. Instead, it is a kind of peace and indifference she has never felt.

After a little hesitation, the corpse girl came back to her senses and said again:

"I have told the human guests what the master told me, including Mr. John Stewart - he stayed in his room most of the time today, and I made a special trip to find what he said alone."

After finishing the report and seeing the figure still looking at the street scenery in front of her, she gently nodded her head, and then turned to say:

"... in addition, when I passed the hall, my brother told me that one of the new guests had been there alone and asked to see the host."

Hearing this, the figure who had never made any movement moved slightly, turned his head slightly and said to her:

"Which one?"

"My brother said that he claimed to be Severus Snape." the corpse girl said this and added after a pause, "the gentleman also said that after you have heard his name, master, you may want to see him."

However, the master in front of her did not show any strange look either when he heard the name or after hearing the words behind her.

He just looked back, then turned to the street ahead again, and said calmly:

"I see."

As expected, the master is still the master, as if he controls everything all the time, and will never be surprised by anything - the living corpse girl couldn't help thinking so.

So she didn't say anything more, just closed her mouth and stood aside, accompanied her master to silently appreciate the lonely corner without the cold ice.

It was not until the light faded slowly and another night was coming that the figure sitting on the ground stood up again with his knees. His eyes inadvertently glanced over a broken shop window not far away. A red and green scarf with snowflake pattern, which might have been left there last Christmas, hung on the edge of the shelf, dirty and insignificant.

He didn't look any more. He soon stepped away and walked in the direction he came.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, my master."

The corpse girl did not notice the master's last sight. She immediately followed obediently and left the corner with the master's tall back.

Then the cold ice came again and sealed the corner again. Only the broken folding armchair in the corner. Maybe I remember that a tall figure who had broken it once came alone.