Ch 856-860

At noon, after asking for the space coordinates of Newmontgard from several house elves, Ivan took the meal alone, and disappeared in Hogwarts during a period of spatial transformation.

When he came back to his senses again, he had already appeared on a wasteland far away from the crowd.

The teleportation spanning almost half of Europe made Ivan somewhat uncomfortable. Fortunately, he soon adjusted and looked forward-a majestic building as deep as a fortress was erected on a hillside, the most What stands out is the towering tower in the center...

Ivan looked around and quickly confirmed that this was the Great Prison of Newmontgard!

It was as famous as Azkaban. According to the record, hundreds of wizards were imprisoned in Numontgard during its heyday. It is a brutal testimony of Grindelwald. The top of the entrance is still engraved with Grindelwald's famous saying: " For the greater good."

It's just that now this place has been abandoned for many years, the solid wall has collapsed a little, and the guard post at the door is empty.

After the fall of Grindelwald, a large number of righteous wizards fell here, and the traces of the original battle can still be seen vaguely.

Ivan stepped into it, looking around like a tourist. To his surprise, more than 50 years later, some of the protective circles in this prison are still in full play. effect.

Especially when I walked into the high tower, Ivan clearly felt that the surrounding space was tightly locked, and I didn't need to think about it or know that this should be an anti-phantom shifting circle.

But not long ago, he had just merged with the Phoenix blood and mastered another method of spatial displacement.

A similar protective circle didn't play any role for him, so after sensing it for a moment, Ivan followed the stairs all the way up, and after ten minutes he stepped onto the top of the tower.

Compared with the dilapidated scene below, the top floor of the tower looks more breath of life. It has almost been transformed into a small room with all the necessities for life, but it seems a little lacking in care.

Thick dust accumulates on the wall stove and a few unusual chairs. The only windows that can peek outside through the tower are also gray, which makes the top of the tower look extremely depressing under the noon sun...

And the owner of this tower, Grindelwald, the only prisoner of New Mongadri, was leaning on the only rigid bed in the room at this moment.

Probably because of his advanced age and long-term imprisonment, Grindelwald's condition looks terrible. His gray hair is tied together, his eyes are sunken, and his face is pale with no trace of blood. Ivan He even suspected that the other party might die in this room in the next moment.

The sound of footsteps coming from the door naturally attracted Gellert Grindelwald's attention. His eyes swept across Ivan's body like an eagle, making the latter feel a long-lost pressure.

Ivan was already on alert and quietly put his hand on the wand. He vaguely felt that the prestigious dark wizard is in a state that is very similar to Dumbledore's today-a powerful dying person.

So even if the opponent doesn't have a magic wand in his hand, Ivan doesn't dare to relax his guard...

However, Gellert Grindelwald did not intend to attack him, but after Ivan approached step by step, he suddenly spoke and said in that hoarse low voice.

"Ivan Hals...you came a lot more nights than I expected..."

"Do you know me? Know that I will come to you?" Ivan stopped one meter from the bed, a little surprised in his tone of voice.

"He thinks you will find here sooner or later..." Grindelwald slowly explained.

"So it seems that Principal Dumbledore really has confidence in me..." Ivan raised his eyebrows and said jokingly. Dumbledore hadn't left him any clues or hints before he died, if not. He got some news from Shining, and I am afraid he would never think of this run-down prison.

"Albus told me a lot about you..." At this point, Grindelwald coughed heavily, covered his mouth with his hand for a long time before relieving himself, and continued to speak. "He thinks you are the person most likely to change the magic world in hundreds of years."

Ivan touched his nose. Dumbledore had told him about this, but he was a little curious about how Grindelwald would think about it.

"What do you think?" Ivan asked.

"Originally I didn't believe it, but now it seems that there is some basis..." Grindelwald stared at Ivan scrutinizingly, "There has never been a wizard who can reach such a height at your age..."

Ivan was not moved by Grindelwald's praise, and replied casually. "Really? I also heard Professor Dumbledore talk about you..."

While talking, Ivan put the meal with his left hand in front of Grindelwald-he did not forget that he was here to deliver the meal this time~www.mtlnovel.com~ Grindelwald is also welcome, pick it up With the knife and fork in the plate, he slowly cut a piece of steak into his mouth, elegantly like an aristocratic gentleman.

However, Ivan noticed that the opponent's left hand, which was holding a knife and hidden in the shadow, was a little unwilling. The cut steak looked crooked, rather than a neat piece.

Just before he could take a closer look, Grindelwald's voice came over. "If you have any questions, you can say now..."

Ivan waved his magic wand to take a picture of a stool from a distance, just sat down by the bed, no longer waiting for Grindelwald to finish eating, and asked directly. "I want to know, what did Principal Dumbledore talk to you?"

Grindelwald kept cutting the steak, and said indifferently. "One part is about you, and the other part is not necessary for you to know."

Ivan squinted his eyes, but didn't care about the other party's concealment, because he knew that the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore was very unusual, and it was indeed inconvenient for him to listen to some words.

Grindelwald said openly that he was going to hide something, better than hiding it in private.

Thinking of this, Ivan omitted those inconvenient parts, and patiently learned from Grindelwald about Dumbledore's purpose.

However, Ivan was a little disappointed that Grindelwald said a lot of time for a meal but did not have much useful information. Most of them are mentioning Dumbledore's evaluation of him, or telling about what he has done. Those things.

Ivan really didn't understand why the principal would mention himself to Grindelwald in such detail, and immediately lost the mood to continue listening, so he interrupted. "When the principal of Dumbledore came to see you, did you know he was dying with black magic?"

"Susan Burns...Hufflepuff!"

"Justin Finley...Hufflepuff!"

In the large and beautifully decorated exhibition hall, a wrinkled hat with a big mouth that splits from the edge, twisting restlessly while singing, and occasionally being squeezed by a few undaunted little wizards. The brim of the hat gave out bursts of weird laughter.

As the names of the students and the colleges assigned to them were spoken from the sorting cap, the little wizards clapped their hands warmly or perfunctorily on the seats below.

At least in this welcome party, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who disliked each other, would maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

In the audience, the little wizards waiting for the distribution academy were nervous or expectant watching other people put on the sorting hat, and then walked to the corresponding academy seat in the funny tone of the hat.

However, among the freshmen, there is a thin boy who is out of place. He is looking blankly at the gorgeous and retro decorations and candles suspended in mid-air. The bright lights of the hall are illuminating the auditorium. It was bright, and translucent ghosts could be seen flying in the air all around. Everything made the boy a little bit too adaptable for a while, and it took a long time before he muttered to himself.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

"Strange, am I dying in the hospital bed?" Just as the boy felt familiar and unfamiliar with everything around him, a high female voice resounded in the large exhibition hall.

"Ivan Hals!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in front of the four-corner table where the sorting cap was placed, looking at the parchment scroll in her hand, but waited for a long time and didn't see the new students come up, so she frowned and said loudly again.

"Ivan Hals!"

I haven't seen any movement in the freshmen for a long time, and now even Dumbledore cast a suspicious look, and the old students from the major colleges talked in private.

"Who? Who's Ivan? So courageous?"

"Isn't it the wrong way to miss the sorting ceremony?"

"This is interesting..."

...

At this time, the remaining freshmen, under the gaze of many professors and seniors, moved a few steps behind them. Only the boy with blond hair and black pupils who had not figured out his condition remained standing there, looking very conspicuous. .

"Mr. Ivan Hals, please come to the stage here!" Professor McGonagall repeated it again.

"Me?" Ivan pointed to himself in a daze, and suddenly felt that this scene was a bit strange but had an unexpected sense of familiarity.

"Yes, please come up as soon as possible? Just like others have done...there are other children who need to be sorted out next." Perhaps because Ivan is a freshman, although Professor McGonagall spoke for the fourth time When I asked, I didn't mean to be angry at all, I just felt that the new student might be a little nervous.

Before Ivan could react, he felt that he was being nudged, and then the freshmen in the front row also unexpectedly pushed Ivan to the stage one by one with tacit understanding.

"Okay, kid, come here soon..." Professor McGonagall stepped forward, draped Ivan's shoulders and pressed him on the chair, picked up the sorting hat and pressed it on Ivan's head.

The Sorting Hat twisted his body restlessly on Ivan's head, and said strangely.

"Hey, kid, don't be too shy, you are not the first person to feel nervous in such a place... Trust me, just close your eyes and it's over... It doesn't hurt at all!"

Ivan rolled his eyes. After staying at the new student's office for a while, he also had some guesses about the current situation, but he still felt a little unbelievable.

But, is this really Hogwarts? That magical place where magic is taught? But that's not...

Ivan couldn't help thinking about it, but the sorting hat's voice rang in Ivan's ears.

"Yes... of course, this is Hogwarts! You are not dreaming, I am 100% sure!"

"I guess you must be from a Muggle family, right? Every few years, there are always a few new little wizards who don't believe that magic is real. They say that it's all tricks and they want to get it out of my body. Here comes a rabbit with long ears...I told them there was nothing in the hat, but they didn't believe it..."

The sorting hat babbled cold jokes, and the split mouth almost extended to the brim of the hat.

The Sorting Hat's ability to read memories made Ivan not daring to think too much, so he quickly stopped his mind.

But perhaps because of the influence of the Sorting Hat, Ivan's mind was like a slideshow, flashing through sections of unfamiliar memories. The scattered Ivan could not piece it together. It seemed that a witch was teaching her own magic. ..

The witch in my memory was about thirty, with beautiful long blond hair, and talking with her mouth open. Then Ivan only felt a panic of fear hit her heart...

The Sorting Hat is also the first time I have seen such a messy little wizard, but I am also surprised that Ivan is not from a Muggle family. How can children from a wizard family know Hogwarts?

There was a cold sweat on Ivan's forehead. Although the various thoughts and memories read by the Sorting Hat belonged to the original owner, he didn't know if this hat would read any important secrets. Fan can only try to force himself to think about something insignificant.

"Ahem..." Seeing that the sorting hat seemed to have an endless posture, Professor McGonagall had to cough slightly to remind the sorting hat on the stage to do business quickly.

The Sorting Hat stopped talking, and Ivan was finally relieved, but he was also a little curious about which college he would be assigned to.

"Well... let me see, optimistic... smart and like crazy thinking..." The Sorting Hat dragged a long tone, suddenly lowered his voice and said. "And a little bit of black magic..."

"I know black magic?" Ivan was confused, thinking of the memory just now.

"Oh, yes, an ancient and rare... black magic." The Sorting Hat whispered to Ivan, as if whispering something.

"Of course, in my opinion this is also an interesting black magic~www.mtlnovel.com~ It always allows people to see something they don't want to see... Someone has used it to prank, maybe you can try it too. test..."

"Although Dumbledore definitely doesn't want anyone to do this again..." The Sorting Hat complained to himself.

"Then where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about how he could black magic, but now the most important thing is the problem of sorting.

After the division, he can take off this **** hat that can read memories.

In the four colleges of Hogwarts, entering Gryffindor requires enough bravery (or reckless?). What Ravenclaw wants is wisdom or a desire for knowledge.

Slytherin corresponds to a cunning and insidious character and outstanding magical talent.

As for Hufflepuff...

Ivan feels that Hufflepuff Academy is usually responsible for accepting the remaining students...

The Sorting Hat said that learning dark magic is very much in line with the standards of Slytherin College. Of course, it is possible that he was sorted into Ravenclaw because of his optimism and intelligence.

Ivan was a little narcissistic about...

"No, no, neither." The sorting hat's tone suddenly became humorous. "Although it will make you a little sad to say that, Slytherin usually only chooses some talented little wizards, so..."

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat changed the whispering whisper when it was whispering with Ivan, and the loud voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan took the Sorting Hat off the top of his head, a little surprised, and even too late to complain about the Sorting Hat's evaluation of his talent.

"Yes.. Yes, you should go there!" The Sorting Hat vowed. "I have never missed it, you have the corresponding quality!"

"Of course I know this..." Grindelwald said slowly, his complexion very calm.

"So you must have studied how to crack this black magic's corrosion to the body, right?" Ivan stared at Grindelwald and asked.

"Yes, I did provide him with some suggestions, but it's a pity that he came too late. That kind of weird black magic has completely eroded his whole body... Even I have no solution." Grindelwald Replied with a word.

"But the wizard responsible for configuring him with potions told me that Dumbledore's physical condition can only last until Hogwarts starts, but he violated common sense and persisted until the end of the year, and even still had a strong combat ability. I I think this must have something to do with you." Ivan said positively.

"You are very keen... Hals." Grindelwald's low tone looked a little hoarse. He did not directly answer Ivan's question, but stretched out the left hand that was blocked in the shadow. "This is the answer you want."

Ivan glanced down, and then his pupils tightened, and Grindelwald's entire left hand was burnt black, and black air appeared on it, which looked exactly the same as Dumbledore's injury.

"In other words, these days, you replaced Dumbledore with some of the damage caused by the dark magic?" After a brief surprise, Ivan quickly thought of this. He checked the banned books at Hogwarts. At that time, I have seen several kinds of magic that can achieve similar effects.

"You can think so." Grindelwald's expression remained unchanged, he put his hand back, and said casually.

Ivan looked at Grindelwald deeply, and then asked suddenly. "You don't seem to reject answering my question."

Grindelwald slowly put the last steak into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and replied. "After all, this is part of the agreement!"

"What agreement?! Is it an agreement between you and Dumbledore?" Ivan asked.

"The content of the agreement is very simple, I am responsible for answering your questions, and he promised to make my life a little more comfortable...before I will die..." Grindelwald had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"It's just that?" Ivan looked a little surprised, because the things that both parties need to pay in this agreement are not equal.

In order to get a slightly more comfortable environment, Grindelwald not only has to answer many of his questions, but also needs to pay his own life!

After all, Dumbledore has confirmed that once this kind of black magic is hit and cannot be cured in a short time, then...the curse will undoubtedly die!

Grindelwald does not have a potion specially made by Snape to suppress the injury, so it is corroded very quickly by the body. Judging from the severity of the left hand injury, Grindelwald probably has less than three months of life left. ...

"I have been imprisoned in this tower for about fifty years, and death comes one day earlier or one day later, it makes no difference to me." Grindelwald said calmly.

"Really?" Ivan looked at Grindelwald, his eyes quickly shifted to several newspapers scattered on the bedside. Judging from the headlines, this should be the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

"Do you often flip through the newspaper? It's not like a person who is waiting to die would do!" Ivan raised an eyebrow and asked jokingly.

"This tower is too boring. You have to cultivate some habits to pass the time, such as... take a look at what interesting things are happening outside." Grindelwald's tone was still calm.

He pushed the tableware in front of him aside, picked up a daily prophet, and looked at the large headline "Mysterious man shot again, Gringotts suffered heavy losses", and asked with interest.

"It looks like you used the name of the Dark Lord to rectify those fairies. This is something I have always wanted to do but failed to accomplish... Ah, by the way, if I am not mistaken, the current England should be Is it under your control?"

"These are just little tricks." Ivan replied lightly.

Although he has done a lot of things over the years, in the final analysis, he is just playing in England. It really has to be counted. The total number of wizards on the British Isles is probably not as large as a Muggle town.

More importantly, Ivan thinks that he has nothing to be proud of in front of Grindelwald. The other party had intended to start a war between wizards and Muggles on his own, and even weaved an amazing plan for this, even if it ultimately failed. It's still awe-inspiring.

"Principal Dumbledore once told me about your affairs and your many plans. I have to say that this is indeed a practical path and it has also given me a lot of inspiration." Ivan said.

"So we have the same philosophy..." Grindelwald had a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth. He believed that Dumbledore's words must be alert~www.mtlnovel.com~ but in front of him. 'S little wizard seems to have a different idea.

However, Ivan shook his head. "No, your idea is too radical. Although there is something to learn from, the wizard and the Muggle need to find a way to coexist after all."

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In Ivan's view, even if a very minority wizard can dominate the world for a short time, it is difficult to maintain it for a long time.

On the other hand, it is impossible for Muggles to exterminate the wizard, after all, two ordinary children born with the same probability have the gift of magic.

"So you believe in Dumbledore's practice, that Muggles and wizards should live in harmony?" Grindelwald sneered.

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Ivan asked puzzledly.

"Are you going to put the lion and the sheep together?" Grindelwald said disdainfully.

"Muggles are not as weak as you think... I think you should have seen the appearance of that creature that was charred the last time when Muggles triggered a world war." Ivan said noncommittal.

"You mean the weapons that Muggles developed specifically to kill themselves?" Grindelwald sneered. "I admit that Muggles are indeed much faster than us in terms of killing efficiency, but don't forget that even the most powerful weapons need to be used by humans. Wizards control Muggles."

Ivan did not argue with Grindelwald about this, but said calmly. "You tried this a few decades ago, but it failed in the end, didn't you?"

Grindelwald's face became a little ugly, but it soon eased again. "Yes, I did lose, but it wasn't in the hands of the Muggles, and it had nothing to do with those in the Wizarding Union..."

Ivan interrupted Grindelwald's words impatiently. "Are you going to say that you just lost in Dumbledore's hands? But I heard the principal say that before he did it, you were already determined to lose."

"That's not necessarily. If he chose to stand on my side at the beginning, then everything would go on according to my plan." Grindelwald said gloomily. "It is precisely because those who rebel know that there are wizards in this world that can match me, that they have the courage to fight me to the end."

"This can only mean that wizards who expect to get along with Muggles on an equal footing are still in the majority." Ivan said.

"Equality?" Grindelwald couldn't help laughing, and then said. "There has never been such a thing in this world. It's just a lie made by Muggles!"

"Even if there are no wizards, Muggles always try to use their power and wealth to distinguish themselves from others. They even enjoy the feeling of stepping on their feet, vainly trying to stay on top forever!"

"In the past, these people were called hereditary aristocrats, but now they are the heirs of politicians and big chaebols...it's nothing more than a different name."

"Since there is always someone to be on top, why can't you let more suitable and better people come?"

"No matter how much power and wealth those Muggle elites have, they are not fundamentally different from other Muggles..."

"But the wizard is different!"

Speaking of this, Grindelwald could not help accentuating the pitch a little, and the bell-like voice resounded from the top of the tower. "We are born with magical powers. We can fool and control Muggles at will. This is the right God bestows on you and me!"

"We are born rulers, and wizards are born noble!" Grindelwald said word by word.

Listening to Grindelwald's words, Ivan couldn't help but want to clap his hands and applaud. "Amazing, I think if you go out now and hold a large gathering in England, you will definitely gain a lot of believers..."

Ivan can be regarded as understanding why Grindelwald was able to attract a large number of believers in Europe a few decades ago, setting off a frenzy.

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Just this sentence of wizards who are students and noble is enough to make those young wizards who have not been involved in the world become enthusiastic.

"They chose to follow me, but because I told them what they wanted and did what they always wanted to do, nothing more." Grindelwald said calmly.

"So you think that wizards have magical powers and are born superior. Yiping, who inherited magical powers, should continue to rule?" Ivan shook his head. "But even two wizards have the possibility of dumb cannons."

"A dumb cannon that can't cast spells is equivalent to a Muggle. If two Muggles give birth to a wizard, then I gladly accept him as one of us!" Grindelwald explained.

Regarding the ability to cast spells as the only criterion for level, Grindelwald's cruelty far exceeded Ivan's expectations, he couldn't help but sneered. "You have divided the wizards and Muggles into hierarchies, nothing more than your own ambitions, in order to be able to rule the world at a high level..."

"Not only for selfish desire, but also for the future of wizards and magic world, I don't think these two conflict, do they?" Grindelwald did not deny, but said generously. "The so-called class was not created by me. It has always been there. Whether you want to admit it or not, I only let more suitable people stay where they should be."

"Perhaps..." Ivan said nonchalantly, drawing a line from Grindelwald in his heart.

He originally felt that the other party's behavior against the entire magical world with his own power in order to change is very tragic.

But now it does not seem to be the case. Grindelwald is an extremely dangerous careerist, and the Dark Lord deserves his name.

Had Grindelwald stayed in this tower peacefully for decades, and had been affected by the black magic for a long time, Ivan would have been prepared to carefully consider whether or not to get rid of him here altogether.

"That's it for today, thank you for answering these questions for me." Ivan gently waved his wand to put away the dinner plate, and then said. "Starting from tonight, I will let the house elf Shining be responsible for delivering meals to you. If there is anything in need, you can tell it that Shining will try to meet your reasonable requirements..."

After speaking, Ivan ignored whether Grindelwald agreed, and walked straight to the door.

Just as Ivan stepped out of the door, Grindelwald's voice suddenly came from behind. "You either stand with your compatriots and fight for their interests, or you choose to abandon them. There is no third possibility."

"It's not necessarily...before something is done, some people always think that it is impractical." Ivan didn't look back, but responded casually, and a burst of flames all over his body disappeared out of thin air.

...

After returning to Hogwarts from Neumongaard~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ivan immediately invited Shining and arranged the task of delivering food. By the way, the house elf was responsible for monitoring Grindelwald's actions. A move.

This was undoubtedly a dangerous man. More importantly, Dumbledore didn't seem to place too many restrictions on Grindelwald. The opponent didn't even have a pair of magic shackles on his hands.

For more than fifty years, Grindelwald has stayed honestly in Numengaard. Is it possible to rely on consciousness?

Ivan never believes this, because from previous contacts, Grindelwald is not a peaceful person. The long imprisonment has not been able to erase Grindelwald's ambitions, otherwise he would not attempt to use words. Bewitching yourself.

Or is it that Grindelwald once made a vow that he would never leave Neumongaard, so he was bound by the power of the magic contract?

Ivan didn't know it. Fortunately, this time the goal of going to Newmontgard was achieved smoothly. He finally figured out the reason why Dumbledore was able to stick to the end of the year and didn't fight Grindelwald in the middle. .

After arranging Shining's task, Ivan temporarily set aside this matter and turned all his energy to the study of Horcruxes. This was the first problem to be solved.

Thinking about this, Ivan hurried back to Gryffindor's lounge, ready to take a look at the books that he had previously taken out of the forbidden area.

But when passing by the hall, Ivan collided with Harry who was hurrying.

At the moment he saw Ivan, Harry suddenly felt his eyes light up, grabbed Ivan's arm, and said breathlessly. "Quick... Ivan, I'm looking for you, I just dreamt about it again..."

"What did you dream about?" Ivan was stunned, then reacted, frowning and said. "You are in Voldemort's brain again?"

Ivan's words were like pouring cold water on his head, which calmed Harry's excitement. He hesitated for a while, then opened his mouth and said grimly. "I can't take the initiative to break free from the dream."

Ivan nodded and didn't mean to blame Harry. After all, he had only practiced with Snape for a day, and Occlumency was not so easy to master.

"Then what did you see in the dream?" Ivan asked with a little curiosity.

Although Voldemort already knew that Harry could enter his brain through a special connection to obtain some information, this kind of soul entanglement could not be controlled even by Voldemort, so the information obtained through this method may be fake. , But there are also probabilities that are true.

"It's Snape! Snape has been passing on our information to Voldemort-through the old clock on his office desk!" At this point, Harry seemed very excited, as if he had caught some important handle. same.

However, Ivan looked at him with a weird look.

Do you still need to tell me about this kind of thing?

"Harry, Professor Snape is an undercover agent dispatched by Principal Dumbledore to Voldemort. He now works for the Order of the Phoenix. Sometimes, in order to gain the trust of the Dark Lord, it is understandable to sell some insignificant information." Snape said, silently arguing for Snape in his heart.

I have to say that it is too difficult for Snape to be a double agent. In addition to struggling to appease the irritable dark monster, he also has to face the harshness of the members of the Order of the Phoenix and Harry, the bear boy. Questioned.

Of course, it will be reduced to this point, and it is also related to Snape's usual gloomy and sullen face. In addition, he has a bad relationship with Sirius and Lupin, and he likes the yin and yang tones when he speaks. Only Dumbledore was willing to believe in him in the entire Order of the Phoenix.

"But... Professor Dumbledore is no longer there. There is no guarantee that Snape will take refuge in Voldemort." Harry said eagerly.

Last night, Snape's cynicism and the forcible seizure of his wand made Harry's impression of Snape extremely bad, not to mention that the other party had been trying to dig out the relics that Dumbledore had left him from his brain. All of these actions made Harry suspect that Snape had completely taken refuge in Voldemort.

Ivan looked at Harry and shook his head reluctantly. He was willing to believe in Snape, but not only because the other party had gained Dumbledore's trust, but the most important thing was that there was only a dead end to Voldemort in the present form. Nep's special affection for Harry also made him very relieved.

It's just that these two points are obviously impossible to tell Harry, revealing the former may cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, revealing the latter, Snape might become irritated, and therefore hate him.

After all, Dumbledore didn't dare to reveal Snape's little secret in the original time and space.

And Snape hated Harry from the heart. The reason why he was willing to protect his personal safety was partly because of his love for Lily and partly because of guilt. These complex emotions blended together. , Far from being understandable by Harry, who has no experience now.

In view of this, Ivan could only comfort Harry patiently and give him more confidence in Snape, who was just doing his undercover job.

"If something really happens, you can call me with the magic mark at any time!" Ivan pointed to the dragon mark on the back of Harry's hand and said.

Although he believed in Snape, he was not unprepared. On the contrary, he always felt that the other party was planning something. It was probably Dumbledore's backhand before the war.

Harry was always a key anyway.

...

Two weeks passed in a flash, and the time for the OWL exam was getting closer and closer. The entire castle was full of tension before preparing for the exam. Even George and Fred, who liked to do things, stopped a lot and concentrated on preparing for the coming. Coming graduation exam.

Because Mrs. Weasley gave them a death order, if they want to continue their joke toy business after graduation, they must pass at least eight.

Ivan was also a little bit more concerned in the days before the exam, and took some time every day to review.

Sometimes the exam is not something that can be foolproof if the level of magic is high enough. Some complicated theoretical knowledge also needs to be mastered. It's not always good that you really rely on cheating or go through the back door to pass it?

While preparing for the exam, Ivan did not forget Grindelwald.

Flash would regularly report to him every few days, but Grindelwald had always been honest, except for reading newspapers, there was no change.

But it's right to think about it. Grindelwald has been imprisoned for more than 50 years. With the loose imprisonment conditions of Nymongaard, he would have ran away if he wanted to run~www.mtlnovel.com~The reason why Ivan still maintains The daily surveillance was worried about Grindelwald's death in prison early. Since many of them were acquaintances, Ivan felt that it was necessary for him to collect a dead body for Dumbledore.

Compared with the laid-back Ivan, Harry's recent days can only be described as terrible. In addition to repetitive tasks, he has to go to Snape's office reluctantly and endure more than an hour of suffering. The tired people were a little slumped, and the suspicion of Snape was getting worse.

Perhaps due to the recent poor mental state, Harry keenly felt that the connection between himself and Voldemort seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. The most obvious manifestation was that he frequently entered Voldemort's brain and was able to understand more clearly. Knows everything that the other party has experienced.

Although the two weeks of Occidental Cerebral practice had some success, Harry could barely resist this intrusion, but what he saw from Voldemort's perspective made him very reluctant to cut this subtle connection.

In a recent dream, Harry saw Snape reporting to Voldemort through magical images, and he was very anxious and assured Voldemort that he would find the piece left by Professor Dumbledore in his mind as soon as possible. Relics.

In addition, he also received a lot of important information, and finally figured out why Snape wanted to seize his wand. That was because Voldemort was eager to understand the reason why the two wands in the cemetery were connected that night.

In other words, Snape was planning to give his wand to Voldemort!

This is something Harry cannot tolerate, but what makes him feel a little frustrated is that Ivan, who can help him, has always had an inexplicable confidence in Snape, while Ron and Hermione are willing to believe him, but Unfortunately, they can't help much...

Can't go on like this." Harry thought to himself.

Although these days, he barely resisted Snape's prying into this memory.

But for two weeks of intensive use of his brain, he has been unable to sleep well for many days, and he is extremely exhausted. Harry can't even guarantee whether he will be able to survive the next time he sees Snape. Live the opposing side's sensation.

Once the brain's defenses are breached, Dumbledore's return of the Invisibility Cloak to himself will be exposed, and his current thoughts will also be known to Snape...

Thinking of this possibility, Harry couldn't help shivering, and immediately decided to break the appointment tonight, temporarily interrupting the Occlumency course.

It's just that he knows very well that interrupting the study of Occlumency is only a temporary solution, and it is likely to arouse Snape's vigilance. What he needs to do now is to expose the true face of the other party as soon as possible, so that everyone knows Snape. I have already taken refuge in Voldemort...

Thinking of Ivan and others being fooled by Snape's disguise, Harry faintly felt that his responsibility was heavy, so he turned his head to look at Ron and asked.

"Ron, get me the class schedule... By the way, do you know if Snape has a class today?"

Ron, who was holding a book of transfiguration and memorizing by rote, froze for a moment, and then responded. "It shouldn't be, I heard George and the others say that Professor Snape seems to have taken a leave of absence today... The morning's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was assigned to Professor McGonagall."

"He must have gone to see Voldemort!" Harry said with certainty, and there was a faint excitement in his words, which meant that Snape was not in his office now and would not be back in a short time. !

He could just sneak into that office, retrieve his wand, and even look for evidence that Snape had betrayed them!

From the previous dreams, Harry learned that when Snape was busy or it was inconvenient to communicate with Voldemort using magical images, he would write the information he was going to pass to Voldemort on a piece of paper, and then put it in. In that broken ancient bell.

There is a specific magic inside the ancient clock, which can accurately transmit the letter to Voldemort's hands...

In the same way, Voldemort was able to pass orders to Snape through similar means, and these communications letters are likely to remain.

Harry guessed that these things were probably placed in the locked cabinet next to the wooden table.

When practicing Occidental Cerebral surgery last night, he had tempted that Snape loved the broken old clock very much and never let him approach the locked cabinet.

This is consistent with everything he saw in his dream...

"So you're going to sneak into Snape's office to find evidence? Ask me to say that Snape will definitely not keep those letters..." After listening to Harry's analysis, Ron felt unreliable, Si Nep is not stupid, normal people have burned these things a long time ago.

"That's not necessarily! Why else would Snape lock the cabinet? Even if there is no letter from Voldemort in it, there must be some other evidence." Harry vowed, and then added. "Besides, there should be some clues in that ancient clock..."

Ron thought about it as if that was the case, but he didn't persuade him any more, and he was enthusiastic about discussing the next move with Harry and preparing to embark on a new round of adventures.

After a brief discussion, the two finally decided that Harry would carry the invisibility cloak into Snape's office and search, while Ron was responsible for guarding in the hall. If Professor Snape came back early, he would find a way. Procrastinate...

After taking the countermeasures, Harry didn't want to delay for a moment, and acted unexpectedly. He immediately returned to the bedroom and pulled out the invisibility cloak hidden in the suitcase, draped it on his body, and walked all the way to Snape's office.

The door of the room is locked.

Fortunately, this was not a problem for Harry, who had been prepared for a long time. He fumbled for a while in the pocket of the wizard's robe, took out a strange-shaped key, and gently put it on the door.

With the obvious "click" sound, the door of the office opened automatically. Harry slowly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking silently that after going back, he must thank George and Fred a lot. The lock opener they smashed out was just like that. Publicity is equally useful.

Just stepping into Snape's office quietly, Harry pointed a heart directly to his throat, but fortunately, as they expected, there was not a single person in it.

Harry didn't dare to turn on the light and didn't have the guts to stay here for long. He walked quickly to the locked cabinet, broke the lock with the lock opener, and then yanked it away.

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Harry was dumbfounded, and at a loss for a while, it was possible that he had guessed wrong.

No, if there is really nothing in this drawer, why should it be locked?

Thinking of this, Harry rallied again, and Snape probably just moved these things elsewhere.

While there was still time, Harry rummaged in this office, but he rummaged around and quickly found out that there was nothing but a lot of strange potion materials in Snape's office. None, and finally I have to admit that the evidence I was looking for may not be in this room, or it may have been destroyed by Snape.

Just when Harry was disappointed by this, the old clock on the wooden table attracted his attention. Harry was surprised to find that the time marked on it was different from before, and it had become twelve o'clock.

Several possibilities suddenly emerged in Harry's mind. The change in time might indicate that Voldemort was summoning Snape-this may be the reason why Snape deliberately applied for leave today.

But it could also mean that Voldemort had a new order to convey, and Snape was anxious to leave without noticing it.

Thinking of this, Harry walked forward cautiously with the last glimmer of hope, and fumbled on the ancient clock. When his index finger touched the chassis of the ancient clock, he accidentally touched a protrusion, which should be button one. Kind of stuff.

Before he could take a closer look, Harry suddenly felt as if something was being pulled from behind his belly button, his feet were pulled off the ground, and his body was drawn into a vortex of space.

Only then did he realize that the ancient clock in front of him was not a magical item for sending letters at all, it was a door key...