This mark, which had been silent all along, finally played its due effect at this moment.

Piping hot.

Snape wished he could tear his entire left arm off.

"Severus?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

Snape shook his head: "I'm fine."

"The Dark Lord has returned, and he is calling me."

Dumbledore understood what he meant and waved his wand lightly. He, Harry and the others all became invisible and disappeared. The walls, tables and chairs in the office also began to twist, turning into what a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office should look like.

Snape pulled out the two-way mirror.

Magic connection.

Voldemort's pale face appeared: "Oh, my dear Severus."

"Great Master." Snape twisted his body.

He felt a little uncomfortable, especially when he thought about how Harry was right beside him and he had to be so respectful to Voldemort. The depression and annoyance in his heart surged out like a landslide.

"You are still in Hogwarts?" Voldemort looked at the background behind him, smiled, and his tone was slightly surprised.

Snape whispered: "That old, stupid fellow Dumbledore didn't catch me."

"He had his suspicions."

"But I have prepared sufficient evidence. Those things are enough to prove that I have been in Spider's End."

Voldemort nodded. "Well done, Severus."

"My dear son, how is he?"

Snape said calmly: "Dead."

Voldemort's expression showed no change: "Dumbledore did it?"

Snape shook his head: "I heard from other professors that it was Longbottom alone."

"Are you alone?" Voldemort paused for a moment, his tone slightly lamenting, his eyes drifting into the distance.

He is not an emotional man.

After a moment of silence, he quickly turned his gaze back: "Is Potter back?"

Snape nodded, "Just got back. I saw him from the window."

"And with a little girl with gray hair."

Voldemort's tone became cheerful: "Really? I think he must be very angry."

Snape said nothing.

Harry, who was invisible, had a calm expression. From where he was sitting, he could clearly see the environment in the two-sided mirror.

Those details come into view.

Voldemort was not wearing a wizard robe, but a set of gorgeous, tight-fitting ceremonial robes. He was not a peacock-like figure, and it was not like he would wear such clothes on his own initiative.

The background behind me appears narrow in the two-way mirror.

But even if only a corner is exposed, the exquisite and elegant architectural style is fully revealed.

There were also some small ornaments that were not fully revealed, so Harry couldn't see clearly, but they were not in the artistic style of Great Britain or the nearby countries.

Full of the flavor of elves.

"Severus, are you ready for my return?" Voldemort waved his hand and met Snape's eyes.

Snape nodded: "I've been waiting."

Voldemort whispered: "But I need a little help."

Snape looked at him in silence.

"I once made a ring from the Gaunt family into a Horcrux," Voldemort continued slowly, "but it was not until later that I learned that the ring was actually the Resurrection Stone, one of the Three Hallows."

"It's incredible that a ring that only emits illusions after being infused with magic power can be such a great thing."

He paused, his eyes greedy, and said, "Find a chance to steal the ring for me, okay?"

"That ring doesn't really have the ability to resurrect people," Snape said.

Voldemort smiled: "Severus, of course I know that."

"It can only create a false illusion."

"But it is one of the three holy relics after all - and it was pursued by Dumbledore and Grindelwald. I think it may have some other power."

Snape nodded: "Yes, Master."

"I look forward to your actions." Voldemort said softly, "In a few days, I will introduce a group of new friends to you."

"Severus, my dear friend."

He paused, did not continue speaking, and turned off the two-way mirror.

Snape took it back into his arms.

Dumbledore waved his wand, the Disillusionment Charm was lifted, and the office twisted back to its original state.

Harry looked at Ciri: "What was in the mirror just now, was it the style of the Ain'el clan?"

Ciri nodded: "And the clothes that man is wearing, I saw Eredin wearing a similar style."

Harry said calmly, "It seems to be just as we suspected. He did attack Eredin."

There are so many ways for a wizard, especially a Dark wizard, to replace someone.

Polyjuice Potion, the Imperius Curse... and even crueler and darker black magic.

"And Voldemort is planning an action." Harry continued to recall the scene he had just seen in the two-sided mirror. "He is returning to this world with the Wild Hunt."

As he spoke, he paused and uttered a word.

"The Three Sacred Vessels."

Snape looked at Harry: "But aren't those three things in your hands?"

"He will continue to attack Hogwarts?"

The Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand, the Invisibility Cloak in Harry's hand, and the Resurrection Stone kept by Sprout.

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore paused: "No..."

"All Tom knows is that the Resurrection Stone is in our hands."

He frowned and continued, "He definitely doesn't know the whereabouts of the Invisibility Cloak. Gellert and I have never found any clues about the Invisibility Cloak."

"Until…after James's accident."

"And he has no idea that I have the Elder Wand."

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid he went to find Gellert. According to rumors among wizards, he is believed to be the last owner of the Elder Wand."

Dumbledore stood up and looked at Harry, but sat back down and turned his gaze to Snape.

He now desperately wanted to save Grindelwald.

Can……

The logic of these messages and actions is based on the conversation between Snape and Voldemort in the two-way mirror.

"Albus, are you really as old and stupid as I said?" Snape said, mockingly, "Now Voldemort only has one last life left."

"Isn't the Horcrux Nagini already in your hands?"

Dumbledore said nothing, but tightened his grip on his wand.

Thinking, thinking for a long time.

"Severus, I cannot sacrifice you." He finally spoke, speaking slowly, "I have made many mistakes in the past, but not this time."

"I believe him. Gellert is not someone who will die so easily."

Nurmengard, Austria.

A huge ship floating in the air emerged from the void, carrying with it heavy and thick dark clouds, as well as unseasonable, huge and arrogant snowstorms.