Hogwarts of a certain magic

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There was a rapid knock on the wooden door.

Dumbledore covered the Eris's Mirror with a curtain, and he regained his peace and sat in the chair again.

"Come in."

Professor Snape walked in angrily and said solemnly: "Principal, someone has entered the restricted area and touched my magic.

I sensed it, but Hagrid’s stupid dog stood in the door, refused to give me way, and almost bit my leg..."

Snape stopped talking suddenly, he saw six cups of milk steaming on the table.

"You caught them?" Snape asked, squinting. "Who is it?"

Dumbledore hadn't spoken yet, Snape suddenly said, "Could it be the Badass League of Stark?"

"Bad League?" Dumbledore put his finger on the bridge of his nose and pushed his glasses. "This is a strange statement. As far as I know, they are all excellent students, don't you think?"

"Excellent?" Snape became angry: "Stark may be a little clever, Diggory just keeps giggling, the Weasley brothers are naughty all day long, and Qiu Zhang will only follow their ass... By the way, they sell maps at school, do you care about it?"

"Hogwarts Magic Map?" Dumbledore took a sip of milk. "William told me about this last year, and I agreed and gave him a lot of advice."

Snape snorted in his nose, "Then what about they going tonight tonight?"

Dumbledore seemed to be prepared. He smiled and said, "I deducted points. Everyone deducted five points."

Snape was speechless. He deducted more than five points from Harry five minutes before class started.

What else did he want to say when he suddenly saw a mirror in the corner that was covered by a curtain for half of it.

"You took out this Eris Mirror again?" Snape frowned, "I remember you told me...not to be obsessed with what you see, let alone indulge in illusion."

"Yes, Severus." Dumbledore said calmly. "I'm very happy. You remember what I told you many years ago."

But Snape still stared at the mirror, as if he wanted to take a look.

"Need a look?" Dumbledore's tone hardly changed."I can show you it, it's okay."

Snape didn't answer, staring at the edge of the mirror, he suddenly shouted: "No! It's gone... It's dead... It's gone... It's just a fake."

Dumbledore sighed.

Snape turned around, his eyes blank, and his whole person was in a special state, trying to eliminate the strong thought.

Except when writing to her, Snape didn't want anyone to see his cowardly appearance, including Dumbledore.

After a while, he recovered, again as cold as before.

Snape asked in a mocking tone:

"Professor, I'm very curious, what do you see when you look at the Mirror of Eris, is it blank, or... you can only see yourself?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, Snape said seriously: "I think a great wizard like you has no weaknesses... and there shouldn't be any feelings to hurt others, right?

just like……"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore said calmly.

Snape growled: "Don't mention that name in front of me!"

Dumbledore sighed, seeming to be hurt.

He said in a sad tone: "Severus, you still speak as mean as ever... We are all the same, we all feel the pain.

Our lives are all messy things, I also have sad feelings, and I also want to see in the magic mirror.

Life is so puzzling, I understand.

You don’t need to intentionally use words to hurt an old man and get your own psychological comfort, right?"

There was a short silence.

Dumbledore stood up: "Okay, have you brought the potion? It's a good novel www.hxs8.com

We need to see how the designed level has been destroyed, and repair it by the way."

With a wave of Dumbledore's right hand, a door opened, where devil flames burned.

His wand swung, the flame disappeared, and the two walked in through the door.

Snape asked, "Are you planning to design the final level as your office?"

"Of course not... I already have a brilliant idea, you see it."

"The Mirror of Eris?" Snape thought for a while but didn't object.

The two continued to walk, and there were still a few bottles of nettle wine on the table, and the poison and potion were gone.

"Thief..." Snape murmured.

But thinking that he had transported the dragon's legs, it was hard to care about William taking him a few bottles of potions.

Even if he suffers a small loss, everyone is barely even!

Snape took out a few bottles of potion from his pocket and placed them on the same order as before.

Dumbledore picked up the other parchment that William had left behind. He looked at it for a moment, and Snape came over and read it.

A few more minutes passed.

Snape asked suspiciously, "Do you know?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Of course I know, very simple logical reasoning... Many great wizards don't have this kind of ability.

Why, don't you know?Do you need me to explain to you?"

Snape glanced at Dumbledore deeply. "Then I think I know too."

Snape thought for a while and decided to re-modify the level. The previous one was too simple.

He took out thirteen bottles from his pocket and divided the twenty bottles into two rows. The bottom of each row of bottles was marked 1, 2, 4, 8, and 16.

Next to the two rows of bottles, Snape and Dumbledore were written.

After doing all this, he used a magic wand to conjure a quill pen and added a sentence on the sheepskin scroll:

Snape's numbered bottle, drink it, and send you back to the original place, Dumbledore's numbered bottle, leading you forward...other, poison!

Snape poured both the antidote and poison in according to his "guess" answer.

Dumbledore was watching, quietly like an old man at the door.

After doing all this, the two continued along the corridor and ran into the Black Queen who was still looking around.

It is still waiting for the pawn to return.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I come back and tell Professor McGonagall that when adding chess pieces, we must also make good facial expressions, otherwise how do we know what she is thinking?"

Snape glanced sideways at Dumbledore, but said nothing.

The two continued to move forward, and finally saw the key falling on the ground.

Wrapped in his black tights, Snape bent down to pick up a few keys, handed them to Dumbled, and rubbed the holes in the key's wings with his hands.

"It should be some kind of large-scale enchantment, the key is still very moist, the whole is water as the carrier, the attack power is not too strong, but... it is a magic I have not seen before." Snape analyzed.

"It's a little magic invented by William himself." Dumbledore laughed.

Snape was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said in an unpredictable tone.

"Stark can invent this offensive spell when he is in the second grade. If you let it go, you are not afraid that he will become the third-generation Dark Lord?"

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