v2 Chapter 47： 3rd generation Dark Lord

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There was a hurried knock on the wooden door.

Dumbledore covered the Mirror of Erised with a curtain, and he regained his composure and sat down in his chair again.

"Come in."

Professor Snape walked in angrily and said solemnly, "Headmaster, someone has entered the restricted area and touched my magic.

I sensed it, but Hagrid's stupid dog was blocking the door, refusing to make way for me, and almost bit my leg..."

Snape suddenly stopped talking, and he saw six glasses of steaming milk on the table.

"You caught them?" Snape asked, squinting. "Who?"

Before Dumbledore spoke, Snape suddenly said, "Could it be Stark's badass alliance?"

"Bad League?" Dumbledore put his fingertips on the bridge of his nose and pushed his glasses. "That's a strange statement. As far as I know, they are all excellent students, don't you think?"

"Excellent?" Snape became angry: "Stark may be a little smart, Diggory just keeps giggling, the Weasley brothers are naughty all day long, and Qiu Zhang will only follow their butts... By the way, they sell maps at school, do you care?"

"A map of Hogwarts magic?" Dumbledore took a sip of milk. "William told me about this last year, and I agreed, and gave him a lot of advice."

Snape snorted, "What about their night tour tonight?"

Dumbledore seemed to be prepared, he smiled: "I have deducted points, five points per person."

Snape was speechless for a moment. He had deducted more than five points from Harry five minutes before class started.

He wanted to say something else, when he suddenly saw a mirror in the corner that was covering more than half of it with a curtain.

"You took this Mirror of Erised out again?" Snape frowned, "I remember you telling me... not to be obsessed with what you see, let alone indulge in illusion."

"Yeah, Severus." Dumbledore said calmly: "I'm very happy, you still remember what I told you many years ago."

But Snape was still staring at the mirror, as if to take a look.

"Need a look?" Dumbledore's tone barely changed. "I can let you take a look, it's fine."

Snape didn't answer, staring at the edge of the mirror, he suddenly shouted, "No! It's gone... dead... gone... just fake."

Dumbledore sighed.

Snape turned around, his eyes were blank, and he was also in a special state, trying to eliminate the strong thought.

Snape didn't want anyone to see his cowardly look, including Dumbledore, except when he was writing to her.

After a while, he recovered and was as cold as ever again.

Snape asked in a mocking tone:

"Professor, I'm curious, when you look at the Mirror of Erised, what do you see, is it blank, or...you can only see yourself?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, Snape said seriously: "I don't think a great wizard like you has any weaknesses... and shouldn't have any feelings for others to hurt, right?

just like……"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore said calmly.

Snape growled, "Don't mention that name in front of me!"

Dumbledore sighed, seemingly hurt.

He said sadly, "Severus, you're still as mean as ever... We're all the same, we all feel the pain.

Our lives are full of messy things, and I also have sad feelings and things I want to see in the magic mirror.

Life is so puzzling, I understand.

You don't need to deliberately use words to hurt an old man to get your own psychological comfort, right? "

A brief silence.

Dumbledore stood up: "Okay, have you brought the potion?

We need to see what the designed level is broken into, and fix it up by the way. "

With a wave of Dumbledore's right hand, a door opened, where the devil's flame was burning.

He swung his wand, the flames disappeared, and the two walked in through the door.

Snape asked, "Are you still going to design the final level as your office?"

"Of course not... I've got a brilliant idea, you see."

"The Mirror of Erised?" Snape thought about it and didn't object.

The two continued to walk, with a few bottles of nettle wine left on the table, and the poison and potion were gone.

"The thief..." Snape muttered.

However, thinking that he had transported the fire dragon's legs away, he didn't care about how many bottles of potions William took from him.

Even if he suffers a small loss, everyone is barely even!

Snape took a few bottles of potions from his pocket and rearranged them in the same order as before.

Dumbledore picked up another piece of parchment that William had left behind, he looked at it for a moment, and Snape came over and read it.

Another few minutes passed.

Snape asked suspiciously, "Did you know?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Of course I know, very simple logical reasoning... Many great wizards do not have this ability.

what, you don't know? Do you need me to explain it to you? "

Snape gave Dumbledore a deep look, "Then I think I know that too."

Snape thought for a while and decided to re-modify the level, which was too simple before.

He took out thirteen bottles from his pocket and divided the twenty bottles into two rows. The bottoms of each row were marked 1, 2, 4, 8, and 16 respectively.

Next to the two rows of bottles, Snape and Dumbledore were written.

Having done all this, he conjured a quill with his wand and added to the parchment:

Snape's number bottle, drink it, send you back to where you came from, Dumbledore's number bottle, lead you forward...other, poison!

Snape poured the antidote and poison into it according to his "guessed" answer.

Dumbledore watched from the side, as quietly as the old man who looked at the door at the door.

After doing all this, the two continued along the corridor and met the Black Queen who was still looking around.

It's still waiting for the **** to come back.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I'll come back and tell Professor McGonagall that when adding chess pieces, you must also make a good facial expression, otherwise how will we know what she's thinking?"

Snape gave Dumbledore a sideways glance, but said nothing.

The two continued to move forward, and finally saw the key that fell on the ground.

Snape wrapped himself in his black pyjamas and bent over to pick up a few keys, handed one to Dumbleley, and rubbed the holes in the wings of the keys with his own hands.

"It should be some kind of large-scale magic spell. The key is still very wet. The whole thing is water as the carrier. The attack power is not too strong, but... it is a magic that I have never seen before." Snape analyzed.

"It's a little magic invented by William himself." Dumbledore laughed.

Snape was silent for a moment, then raised his head abruptly and said in a somewhat elusive tone.

"Stark can invent this offensive spell when he is only in the second grade. If you let it go like this, you are not afraid that he will become the third-generation Dark Lord?"

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