She was a girl in a sky blue dress. She looked very similar to Dumbledore, but strictly speaking, she was not very beautiful.

At least she did not inherit Dumbledore's appearance when she was young.

However, Dumbledore was staring 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 spare hand.

"Brother, you're old."

A erratic voice came from the girl's mouth, and Dumbledore's tear gland collapsed instantly when he heard this. He cried and grabbed the girl's hand, but couldn't speak for a moment.

Mike, who was standing beside him, was also speechless, because he was staring at Dumbledore's right hand at this time, and the originally yellowed and wrinkled skin on it was rapidly becoming pale. Then the color began to darken again, and finally it showed a black and red rotten spot.

Mike knew very well that it was Voldemort's curse and the culprit of Dumbledore's death in the original work.

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 didn't care about anything else at all.

However, his only warm moment cannot last for too long!

"elder brother!"

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

"I'm in such a pain! Why did you treat me like this?"

The girl's shrill wail echoed in the yard, which also made Dumbledore stunned.

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

"Aliana, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for you! I'm willing to do anything to compensate you! Please!"

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

Dumbledore was stunned, and the girl continued to say:

"Come on, brother, I'm so lonely alone, come and accompany me. Are we not brothers and sisters? As long as you die, we will be together forever!"

The muscles on Dumbledore's face trembled. He widened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, as if surprised that his sister would say such words.

As Dumbledore was stunned, the rotten dark spots on his right hand increased explosively. In just a moment, Dumbledore's entire arm was spread all over his arms, and even continued to spread towards his chest!

Mike couldn't help it anymore!

The purpose of his allowance of Dumbledore to wear the resurrection stone ring was just to poison Dumbledore. In the future, he still had to rely on Dumbledore to take the lead in the battle against Voldemort!

But according to the current situation, if I continue to let it go, Dumbledore will probably die on the spot!

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

"No!"

Dumbledore, who noticed Mike's movement, shouted and shrank his hand to protect the resurrection stone ring, but all this was futile. Dumbledore is not Gandalf, a dual cultivation of power and magic. He is an ordinary old man without using the spell. All his movements are completely slow motion in the eyes of the trained Mike!

"clang!"

The holy sword slashed heavily on the ring and made a crisp explosion.

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 strange face that looked like Voldemort!

"Ahhhh!"

The strange human face blocked the holy sword screamed, but he refused to move it away. Instead, he protected the ring behind him tightly.

And Mike also recognized the true identity of this face at this time!

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

But in this way, the problem arises. As a Horcrux, isn’t the soul division inside the most important?

Then why does the soul splitting in this resurrection stone ring protect the container that accommodates itself?

Mike fell into deep doubts.

But now this situation could not tolerate him hesitation too much. Mike shouted and the magic power in his body rushed into the holy sword!

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

"Huhhhh!" Mike looked at Dumbledore panting, but saw that the latter had fallen down at this time. Mike decisively stepped forward 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 completely eroded right arm, and kept muttering Ariana's name in his mouth.

Seeing this, Mike was not polite, so he reached out and took off the ring on Dumbledore's hand.

It was not until this time that Mike discovered that Dumbledore's entire arm was almost rotten, because as he was stroking off the ring, a small piece of flesh on Dumbledore's fingers were also rubbed off!

Even though Mike has seen the world, he also felt some discomfort in his stomach when he saw this scene.

Dumbledore seemed to be awakened by this severe pain. He frowned and frowned, staring at his arms and Mike with his clear eyes that had become again, as if he had not figured out the current situation.

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

"I did something stupid."

"Yes! That's right! The strongest white wizard actually cried bitterly with the hand of a ghost girl, and was cursed by Voldemort! This is so stupid!"

Faced with Mike's merciless curse, a hint of blush flashed across Dumbledore's pale and sick old face.

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

"Okay, stop talking about this, what should we do now? Your injury should not be underestimated!"

Mike's expression was very anxious at this moment. This was not a pretentious act. He was really afraid that Dumbledore would die here like this.

Dumbledore also showed a gratified smile on his face when he looked at Mike's anxious look. He patted Mike's shoulder with his complete hand and said slowly:

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

Looking at Dumbledore who was still comforting him with a smile, Mike felt uncomfortable, but in the end he nodded silently and hugged Dumbledore and walked quickly outside the yard!

...

No. 19 Spider Tail Lane, an ordinary brick house.

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

Summer nights are always particularly short. Although it is only five o'clock now, the sun is already hanging in the horizon and is sprinkling with golden sunshine.

But all this has nothing to do with Spider Tail Alley. The houses here are so dense that even the bright sunshine in the early morning cannot be shined in.

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

Because he had spent the best time in his life here, and at that time, the girl still belonged to him.

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

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

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

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

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

Snape waved his wand expressionlessly, and with his movements, the teapot on the tea table next to him automatically soaked in tea, and the old phonograph placed on the bookcase also automatically played music.

It was a brisk piano piece, and Snape didn't know its name because it was something his mother left behind, but there was no doubt that it made people happy!

A smile appeared on the corner of Snape's mouth, and he followed the melody and walked towards the direction of the kitchen counter.

Yes, he was going to make himself a hearty breakfast.

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

In his knowledge, cooking is just as rigorous as making potions. If you want to make a delicious meal, you must pay full attention to it just 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, and even his godson Drake doesn’t know about this.

Fried sausages, fried bacon, fried eggs, toast...

Seeing that the ingredients were made after servings were added to his own plate, Snape had already begun to plan for the next day.

Perhaps, after having a hearty English breakfast, you can listen to music and read books for a while. It is not the kind of profound and boring potion books, but a simple novel!

Then spend two hours at noon making a fine Wellington steak!

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

Thinking of this, Snape's smile became even brighter.

Unfortunately, an accident happened suddenly!

"boom!"

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

Immediately afterwards, two figures came out of the ashes while coughing.

"Hey! Good morning! Professor Snape!"

Mike's familiar voice came from the smoke, and the blue sutra on Snape's face burst out instantly. He raised his wand and raised his hand to give Mike a little color to the brat who disturbed him in the perfect morning.

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

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

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore forced a smile and said, "I'll bother you to rest, Severus."

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

"Are you injured?" Snape said with a serious look on his face, "This is... a curse! A very vicious curse! Are you going to fight the swamp witch monster alone?"

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

"I think it's not the time to talk about this now, right?" Mike interrupted the conversation between the two. "President Dumbledore is in a bad situation now. Professor, please treat him first."

Upon hearing this, Snape's expression became ugly again, and there was even a slight tendency to get angry.

But looking at Dumbledore's weak appearance, Snape finally helped Dumbledore up and walked towards the basement.

Mike followed decisively, but just as he took a step, Snape in front turned his head and shouted:

"Don't move when you stay here!"

He raised his eyebrows, Mike didn't say anything, but waved his hand in dissatisfaction and retreated back.

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

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

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

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

Mike was startled by the sound and instinctively raised his hands above his head.

"I understand! Professor Snape!"

Upon hearing this, Snape nodded with satisfaction and disappeared into the aisle.

Mike curled his lips disdainfully. A month of confinement? Are you scaring ghosts!

He shook his head sneeredly. At this time, Mike finally noticed the kitchen counter where Snape was when they came.
Chapter completed!