Chapter 423 No. 19 Spider's End

There was a girl wearing a sky blue dress. She looked very similar to Dumbledore, but strictly speaking, she was not very pretty.

At least she did not inherit Dumbledore's youthful looks.

But at this moment, Dumbledore stared at the girl as if he had seen the most beautiful treasure in the world.

The girl looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes, and after a long time, she slowly leaned down and gently stroked the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face with her free hand.

"Brother, you've grown old."

An erratic voice came from the girl's mouth, and Dumbledore's tear glands collapsed instantly after hearing this. He cried and grabbed the girl's hand, and for a moment he couldn't speak.

Mike on the side was also speechless, because at this moment he was staring at Dumbledore's right hand, and the originally yellow and wrinkled skin on it was rapidly turning pale, and then the color began to deepen, and finally it showed a black and red rotten spot.

Mike knew very well that it was Voldemort's curse, and it was also the culprit for Dumbledore's fall in the original book.

Faced with the erosion of such a terrifying curse, Dumbledore should have discovered it at the first time, but he was now completely immersed in the joy of reuniting with the figure, and he didn't care about anything else at all.

However, his only remaining warm moment could not last too long!

"Brother!"

The illusory figure named Arianna called Dumbledore again, but this time her expression became hideous.

"I am in so much pain! Why do you do this to me?"

The girl's shrill wail echoed in the yard, and Dumbledore was stunned on the spot.

Looking at his sister's hideous face, Dumbledore said anxiously:

"Ariana, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you! Please!"

"Really?" The girl stared at Dumbledore viciously and said slowly, "Then why don't you come and accompany me? My dear brother!"

Dumbledore was stunned, and the girl continued to say:

"Come on, brother, I'm really lonely alone, come and accompany me. Aren't we siblings? As long as you die, we can be together forever!"

The muscles on Dumbledore's face trembled, and he stared at the girl in front of him with wide eyes, as if he was surprised that his sister would say such a thing.

As Dumbledore was stunned, the rotten black spots on his right hand grew explosively, and in just a moment they covered Dumbledore's entire arm, and even continued to spread towards his chest!

Mike couldn't bear it anymore!

His purpose of letting Dumbledore wear the resurrection stone ring was just to poison Dumbledore. In the future, he would still rely on Dumbledore to lead the battle against Voldemort!

But according to the current situation, if he continued to let it go, Dumbledore would probably die on the spot!

Thinking of this, Mike suddenly raised the holy sword in his hand and chopped it down heavily on the ring on Dumbledore's right hand!

"No!"

Dumbledore, who noticed Mike's action, yelled and retracted his hand to protect the resurrection stone ring, but all this was in vain. Dumbledore was not Gandalf, who practiced both power and magic. He was just an ordinary old man without using spells. All his movements were completely slow motion in the eyes of Mike, who had been trained for a long time!

"Dang!"

The holy sword chopped heavily on the ring, and a crisp explosion broke out.

But Mike's expression was ugly, because the holy sword in his hand did not really slash on the ring, but was blocked by a weird face that looked like Voldemort!

"Ahhh!"

The strange face in front of the holy sword screamed, but refused to move away. Instead, it tightly protected the ring behind it.

At this time, Mike also recognized the true identity of this face!

If nothing unexpected happens, this face should be the soul of Voldemort hidden in the resurrection stone ring!

But this also caused a problem. As a Horcrux, isn't the soul inside the soul the most important?

Then why should the soul in this resurrection stone ring protect the container that holds itself?

Mike fell into deep doubts.

However, the current situation did not allow him to hesitate too much. He saw Mike shouting, and the magic power in his body rushed into the holy sword crazily!

Then, a dazzling light burst out from the holy sword. Under the illumination of this light, Voldemort's soul and the figure named Ariana melted quickly like ice and snow in the sun, until they disappeared completely!

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" Mike panted and looked at Dumbledore, only to see that the latter had fallen down. Mike stepped forward decisively and hugged Dumbledore, and asked worriedly, "Dumbledore, are you okay?"

Dumbledore did not answer Mike's question. He raised his arm, staring at the resurrection stone ring on his hand and the right arm that had been completely corroded with a dull look, and kept muttering Ariana's name.

Seeing this, Mike was not polite. He stretched out his hand and directly pulled off the ring on Dumbledore's hand.

It was not until then that Mike realized that Dumbledore's entire arm was almost rotten, because along with the action of pulling off the ring, a small piece of flesh on Dumbledore's finger was also pulled off!

Even though Mike was a man who had seen the world, he felt some discomfort in his stomach when he saw this scene.

And Dumbledore seemed to be awakened by this severe pain. He frowned, fluttered his clear eyes and stared at his arm and Mike, as if he had not figured out the current situation.

Mike was about to explain to Dumbledore, but the latter said in a weak voice:

"I did something stupid."

"Yes! That's right! The most powerful white wizard actually hugged a ghost girl's hand and cried bitterly, and was cursed by Voldemort because of it! This is really stupid!"

Faced with Mike's merciless curse, Dumbledore's pale and sick old face couldn't help but flash a blush.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was going to make an excuse, but Mike interrupted him and said:

"Okay, don't say this anymore, what should we do now? Your injuries cannot be underestimated!"

Mike's expression at this time was very anxious. This was not pretending. He was really afraid that Dumbledore would die here.

Dumbledore looked at Mike's anxious look and smiled with relief. He patted Mike's shoulder with his intact hand and said slowly:

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Take me to Severus, he will heal me."

Looking at Dumbledore who was still smiling and comforting him, Mike felt uncomfortable, but in the end he nodded silently and walked quickly out of the yard with Dumbledore in his arms!

...

No. 19 Spinner's End, in an ordinary brick house.

Snape, wearing a gray pajamas, sat up from the bed and stretched his body to stand in front of the window.

Summer nights are always particularly short. Although it is only five o'clock now, the sun is already hanging in the sky, casting golden sunlight.

But all this has nothing to do with Spinner's End. The houses here are too dense, so dense that the bright sunlight in the early morning can't shine in.

This is where Snape grew up. Although the living environment here is very bad, and even in the eyes of outsiders, it is full of stench and garbage, and there is no hope at all, but in Snape's opinion, this is a very good place to settle.

Because he once spent the best time of his life here, at that time, the girl still belonged to him.

Looking at the dim light outside the window, the dirty water flowing slowly on the roadside, and the garbage everywhere, Snape sighed slowly, turned around and picked up the wand from the bookcase at the head of the bed, and then left the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom is a living room that is not spacious. Of course, as one of the characteristics of the old brick house, this living room also serves as a kitchen.

And because the area of ​​this brick house is too small, this living room also serves as a study. Snape arranged two large bookcases of books here as a pastime during vacation.

But in this way, the living room occupied by sofas, bookcases, kitchen utensils and other supplies became even smaller, and Snape even had to walk carefully.

But he obviously didn't care about these, or he had already gotten used to it.

Snape waved his wand expressionlessly, and as he moved, the teapot on the coffee table beside him automatically brewed tea, and the old-fashioned phonograph placed on the bookcase automatically played music.

This was a light piano piece. Snape didn't know its name because it was something left by his mother, but there was no doubt that it could make people happy!

Snape's mouth curled up a smile, he nodded his head following the melody, and walked towards the kitchen counter with a swaying step.

That's right, he was going to make himself a hearty breakfast.

Originally, this kind of work could be done by magic, but Snape didn't think so.

In his cognition, cooking and making potions are both rigorous jobs. If you want to make a delicious meal, you must pay full attention to it like making potions.

I don't know if his experience in making potions played a role. In short, Snape's cooking skills are quite good, which even his godson Draco didn't know.

Frying sausages, bacon, eggs, toast...

Watching the ingredients being prepared and added to his plate, Snape has begun to plan for the next day.

Perhaps, after a hearty English breakfast, he can listen to music and read a book for a while. It's not the kind of profound and boring potion book, but a simple novel!

Then spend two hours at noon to make an exquisite Wellington steak!

In the afternoon, you can go to the basement to make potions to kill time...

Thinking of this, Snape's smile became brighter.

Unfortunately, an accident happened suddenly!

"Boom!"

A burst of explosions came from behind Snape. He turned his head in panic and saw that the small fireplace behind him had exploded. The ashes in the fireplace were flying freely in this small living room, covering the old furniture with a thick layer of dust.

Then, two figures walked out of the ashes while coughing.

"Hey! Good morning! Professor Snape!"

Mike's familiar voice came from the smoke, and Snape's face instantly turned pale. He raised his wand and raised his hand to teach Mike, the brat who disturbed his perfect morning, a lesson.

But the next moment, Snape's movements suddenly froze.

Because he finally saw the figure who came with Mike, and it was Dumbledore, who was pale and weak!

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Severus."

Dumbledore's words made Snape put down his wand, and through the dust that gradually dissipated in the living room, Snape also noticed the injury on Dumbledore's right arm.

"You are injured?" Snape said solemnly, "This is... a curse! A very vicious curse! You go to fight the swamp witch?"

"It's a long story, Severus. Mike and I went together last night..."

"I think now may not be the time to talk about this?" Mike interrupted the conversation between the two and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore is in a very bad condition now. Professor, you should treat him first."

Hearing this, Snape's expression became ugly again, and he even had a tendency to get angry.

But looking at Dumbledore's weak appearance, Snape finally helped Dumbledore up and took him to the basement.

Mike followed decisively, but just as he took a step, Snape in front of him turned around and shouted:

"You stay here and don't move!"

Raising an eyebrow, Mike didn't say anything, just waved his hand in dissatisfaction and retreated again.

To be honest, he didn't really want to watch Snape's healing process. Compared with this, he was more interested in the legendary Snape's home.

Thinking of this, he reached out to the still playing phonograph in the bookcase.

However, just as his hand touched the wooden body of the phonograph, Snape, who had already gone to the basement, suddenly poked his head out of the corridor and screamed:

"You are not allowed to touch anything! Otherwise, I will put you in detention for a month when school starts!"

Mike was startled by the voice, and he instinctively raised his hands above his head.

"Got it! Professor Snape!"

Hearing this, Snape nodded with satisfaction and disappeared into the corridor.

Mike curled his lips in disdain. A month of confinement? Are you kidding me?

Shaking his head with a sneer, Mike finally noticed the kitchen counter where Snape was when they came.

He walked slowly towards the kitchen counter and saw a hearty breakfast that had been plated and was still steaming on it!