Felix looked at the magic pattern on his wrist. It looked a little hideous and was seeping into his skin little by little. Felix felt a series of tingling pains, as if the spells were protruding out thin needles and piercing into his flesh and blood.

Dumbledore's face was pale. The process of transferring the spells was not as easy as he said, especially in his current weak state.

Felix could not remember the last time he cast a spell.

"Dumbledore!"

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs appeared in the picture frame of the headmaster's office.

"What's the situation?" Dumbledore asked with energy.

"Two things." The wizard said breathlessly: "The people from the International Confederation of Wizards caused an accident when they left. A student recognized Grindelwald through the inconspicuous pattern on his clothes, and they had a conflict-fortunately McGonagall and Babajide Akinbade appeared in time. Now the problem is solved, and Grindelwald has been taken away."

"Gellert didn't wake up in the middle?"

"No-he was unconscious throughout the whole process."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Babajide Akinbade? The new chairman?" Felix interrupted, and in order to divert his attention, he always wanted to burn the pattern on his wrist. He turned to Dumbledore and said:

"Didn't you ask me to keep an eye on Grindelwald recently? I also paid attention to the area near the school - to prevent any saints from having bad thoughts - but I didn't see this name on the Marauder's Map."

Dumbledore thought and said: "Babajide didn't mention in the letter that he was coming... it should be a temporary decision."

"That's the second thing," the yellow-faced wizard said in the picture frame: "He is rushing here with McGonagall, and they will be here soon."

"Let me deal with him, Dumbledore. Use your method." Felix said eagerly, and what he meant was naturally to disguise himself as Dumbledore and send Babajide away.

"No, Felix, you stay." Dumbledore said in a weak but clear voice. He looked at the headmaster's portrait waiting quietly on the wall. "It's a pity for you to make this trip, Everard. Let Minerva take Babajide to find a place to rest. Everything will be discussed tomorrow."

The yellow-faced wizard in the frame responded and disappeared.

Facing the puzzled eyes, Dumbledore said as briefly as possible: "Avoid unnecessary troubles - I will go to Harry soon, and you must concentrate on removing the magic that originally belonged to me in the spell before Gellert wakes up!"

Felix nodded and immersed himself in it. On his right forearm, there was a bright spell at the moment, which looked lazy and not dangerous. But Felix had no doubt that if this thing was placed on other wizards - even Snape, they would not be able to bear it at all.

Because in essence, this thing is part of the curse imposed on Grindelwald.

Or to put it another way - Dumbledore took the initiative to intercept a fragment of the curse and made it inoffensive after modification. At the same time, because the two have the same origin, Dumbledore can sense Grindelwald's status.

The reverse is also true.

It's just that Grindelwald's confinement is too strong, and he can't call it at ordinary times.

There are still nearly eight hours before dawn, which is about the time Felix estimated that Grindelwald would wake up. He is very confident in the strength of his spell, unless some idiot uses a strong resuscitation spell on Grindelwald.

He and Dumbledore are not gods, but they have done everything they should do as much as possible-

Grindelwald's exclusive wand was taken away at the first time, which almost turned him back to his original form and turned him into a squib again-the transfer spell does not affect Grindelwald's confinement magic, but before Felix regains control of the spell, he cannot detect the other party's status.

In addition, Dumbledore personally communicated the transfer plan with the people of the International Confederation of Wizards, not to mention that during this period, Felix has been following Dumbledore's instructions to keep a close eye on Grindelwald's abnormal behavior-the mirror in Neville's hand is not a secret, but Felix and Hermione have the same conclusion that the mirror is broken and has no other magic attached to it.

But even so, they dare not guarantee that everything will go well.

Dumbledore hopes that Grindelwald will be alive, even if Grindelwald's last impression of him is the cold side. That's why things are so troublesome, many tricks cannot be used, but Grindelwald has never been an easy character to deal with.

In the worst case, Grindelwald finds that the master of the spell has changed - but that's all.

His ending will not change at all.

As for the saint's prisoner capture, perhaps this matter is a big trouble in the eyes of the International Confederation of Wizards, but when Felix masters the spell, he can sense Grindelwald's approximate location based on it. Unless he keeps moving, he will be found by Felix sooner or later.

In the case of Felix's first move, Grindelwald's escape possibility is actually very low - unless there are hundreds of wizards guarding him day and night.

After all, Grindelwald's own power is no longer at its peak.

However, Felix roughly guessed a possibility: if the magic world is exposed one day and the situation is difficult, Grindelwald is a dangerous trump card. This may also be Dumbledore's idea.

...

Felix was almost multitasking. In addition to trying to control the spell, he also paid some attention to the picture displayed by the mirror in the air. At this time, Voldemort had been awakened. He squinted his eyes and looked around. He never expected that he would appear in a forest.

"Where is this place?" Voldemort asked softly after a while.

At this moment, the sun was shining above their heads, and the grass was green under their feet. The wind from somewhere made the leaves rustle. But not far away, a huge dragon dragged more than a dozen carriages. Although the memory was a little old, Voldemort still recognized what it was at a glance - a roller coaster that only exists in Muggle amusement parks.

Although the roller coaster built by Muggles would not float on the snowy mountains and there was no track underneath... But Voldemort did not think it was ugly. On the contrary, he found it quite pleasing to the eye and could not help but take a few more glances.

"Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets," Harry said expressionlessly, "Felix-Hap," he paused, "transformed the Chamber of Secrets into what it is now."

"So how many kilometers below Hogwarts am I now?" Voldemort said, picking up a leaf on the ground and crushing it bit by bit. He smiled, with a scarlet light in his eyes, "Severus! I once thought you betrayed me, it seems that I was wrong, yes, even the greatest people can make mistakes, please accept my apology, my loyal friend--"

As he spoke, he opened his arms and walked towards Harry, as if he wanted to give him a warm hug and celebrate his successful escape. But Voldemort stopped.

Snape's eyes made him feel strange. The dead silence that usually emanated from his black pupils was accompanied by something so hot and dazzling that he could not pretend to ignore it - Snape's eyes were full of hatred.

"Severus?" He said slowly, his eyes becoming colder and colder.

"Dumbledore and Happ decided to lock you up forever, but I disagreed. That would be too easy for you. I stole this from Dumbledore's office." Harry said a half-truth, threw the white wand at Voldemort's feet, and held Snape's wand.

Voldemort stared at the wand on the ground in a daze. He would not make a mistake. This was his first wand, which was extremely powerful. If it had not been taken away by Dumbledore, he would not have thought of looking for a replacement. He thought

he had lost it forever, but at this moment, his wand appeared in front of him in a dramatic way.

He did not feel the joy of regaining what he had lost. He was even more surprised by Snape's attitude. "Pick it up, and we'll duel." Harry coldly explained his purpose. "I've set up anti-Apparition spells all around, so you can't go anywhere!" Voldemort looked at him with evil eyes. Harry thought he would say something, such as asking him the reason, but Voldemort didn't. He stretched out his hand, and the wand on the ground flew into his hand.

The tips of his slender fingers gently brushed the wand that originally belonged to him. "I didn't know you hated me so much, Severus? Why?" Voldemort hissed. In fact, most of his energy was focused on checking his wand to see if it had been tampered with. At this moment, strength was the key. Of course, he was also very interested in knowing why his servant suddenly changed his attitude.

At first, he believed that Snape was sent by Dumbledore or Hap with some ulterior motives, but now he didn't think so.

"Of course I--" Harry said subconsciously.

"Don't lie to me!" Voldemort snapped. "Do you think I can't see the hatred in your eyes? "He suddenly raised his wand, and it was so fast, as if his previous weakness was all pretended.

"Crucio!"

"Armor!"

The spells brushed Harry's hair, and his heart was pounding. He had never expected Voldemort to attack suddenly. He subconsciously fought back, but he guessed right - he was here to die, not to lose control and be tortured by Voldemort.

Voldemort looked even angrier, and fired spells one after another, but none of them were killing curses. He still had his sanity and wanted to catch Snape and force information out of his mind.

"You dare to resist me! Rebel against the master you are loyal to? Why?" He roared loudly.

"I thought you should have thought of it long ago - because of Lily Evans." After a silent confrontation, Harry said, his calm voice full of hatred, as if he had become the real Snape, speaking with his mouth: "You took her life."

"Lie! You said you didn't care about that woman at all and would find a better one - tell the truth! "Voldemort shouted sharply.

"Oh, use your brain, of course I would have said that at that time, otherwise how could I continue to stay undercover among the Death Eaters? Think about it, Voldemort, why do you fail again and again? Because I have not been yours for a long time, earlier than you think, much earlier - since you started hunting her and her family, I have joined Dumbledore. After Lily's death, my only purpose in living has been only one -" "

Looking forward to your death." Harry said word by word.

"Ridiculous! "Voldemort shouted, extremely angry. He could not tolerate being deceived, especially like a clown, being deceived for more than ten years, but a voice told him that all this was true: Snape did not betray him recently, and his loyalty from beginning to end was a disguise. And he actually let the traitor hold a high position, constantly passing all kinds of information to Dumbledore. He even regarded Snape as his masterpiece. This was a huge blow to him.

Harry felt the resentment in Voldemort's heart, and the magic power accumulated at the tip of the wand. He decided to add another weight.

"You don't know yet, do you? Severus Snape's patronus is a doe, the same as Lily Evans's, and it has never changed! Do you need me to show you? Look, Patronus--"

a silver creature loomed. Harry did not let it appear completely, and the big horns were hidden in the silver mist.

"You are a clown, Voldemort. " he said contemptuously.

Harry succeeded, and Voldemort was completely enraged, and he was full of murderous intent. Then, there was a flash of green light. The strong desire to survive shouted in Harry's mind, telling him to get out of the way quickly, but he realized that he couldn't do it. The conflicting psychology made him raise the wand in his hand only an inch before he was hit by Voldemort.

Harry fell to the ground and lost his breath.

"Avatar! "The voice came slowly.

At the same time, Voldemort also felt a sudden piercing pain, and he fell on his back...

After an unknown amount of time, Harry heard someone calling his name. The voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. He was in a daze, floating in the pleasant air, feeling extremely relaxed, as if all the pressure he had carried in his life had disappeared.

He wanted to lie down for a while (although he was not sure where he was lying), but the voice kept urging him, becoming clearer and stronger, and he fell back into the cold reality from the incomparable feeling like a drowning man.

Harry opened his eyes, looked at the old face so close to him, and suddenly woke up.

"I-Professor Dumbledore?"

"You slept so soundly, Harry." Dumbledore said happily, "I've been calling you for a long time."

"Oh, sorry, why am I here? Am I not dueling with Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Think about it carefully, Harry. "Dumbledore said encouragingly, his tone was exactly the same as when he was discussing problems with Harry in class.

"I..."

Harry tried to recall, his memory was a little fuzzy, but when he decided to think about it, those memories came back immediately, vividly, he clearly remembered what happened, he went to the Chamber of Secrets alone to duel with Voldemort, to be precise, he was going to die. He remembered the whole process. He

even recalled the scene when Aunt Marge came to visit the Dursleys for the first time, his face was swollen from being pinched by nails, and he was only two years old at that time. Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to remember something that long ago. Under normal

circumstances, he should also feel angry, but at this moment his heart was very calm, without any waves - he remembered, but without much emotion.

"Where is this place?"

"Where do people go when they die?" Dumbledore asked back lightly.

"I, I'm dead?"

"Although it is very close to that state, but... no, you are still alive, between life and death." Dumbledore said. He blinked, "Harry, I suggest you put on some clothes. Just think about it in your mind."

Harry lowered his head and found that he was not wearing any clothes. Even in this strange state, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He followed Dumbledore's advice, and as soon as the thought of "clothes" flashed through his mind, he had an extra set of clothes on his body.

Harry got up from the ground, and then he found that the mist had dissipated, and behind Dumbledore was a village.

"Is this Godric's Hollow?"