He cautiously muted the Headmaster's Office and other anti-disturbance charms, and then asked the old Headmaster, who had only been from Slytherin before him, what "those hateful little trolls" were doing now, and how they had offended him.

Phineas Nigelus glanced at him, babbled on and on and on and over to call him to the frame he had placed in the old mansion - the little trolls had hijacked the frame he had hung in the Black family's old house, and he didn't know where he went, and asked him in detail about the details of the theft of the fake Gryffindor sword and the punishment he had received, and told Snape about it.

Snape listened patiently, and finally he realized that Potter and his two best friends had probably gotten a Dark Lord Horcrux and were trying to find something to destroy it.

It's almost Christmas now. Those three blind and arrogant little trolls have been wandering outside for months, and the only thing that can be achieved is this?

He sighed, and remembered what Dumbledore had been kindly teaching him all along: "Believe Harry, Severus. He is the prophesied boy who was marked by the Dark Lord himself, and he has the ability and courage to accomplish his mission-]

Well, believe that kid with a brain full of grass. He thought wearily.

Maybe after a while, he'll have to find a time when the Death Eaters or the Dark Lord aren't looking, and deliver the real Gryffindor sword to the Broken Kid himself. Otherwise, if you really have to wait for that Potter to figure it out, I don't know how long it will take. Besides, the way to get the Gryffindor Sword was too dangerous - he couldn't let Potter run back to Hogwarts at such a juncture. Protecting the other trolls had exhausted him, both physically and mentally.

He calmed down and began to think slowly about what had been going on lately.

Although he was the Dark Lord's appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts, he sometimes had to go on missions like the low-level Death Eaters. The Dark Lord seems to have a penchant for a constant killing campaign to strengthen his minions' determination to follow him to the end. It's also possible that the more innocent blood they have on their hands, the less likely they are to turn back.

Lately, when they went on a mission, they had been met with fierce resistance from the Order of the Phoenix, which seemed to have weakened. And that's a matter of course. After Dumbledore's death, the Order of the Phoenix was largely leaderless - perhaps the werewolf Lupin had a little say in his incarnation, but his shaggy little problem limited him from exercising his so-called leadership skills, Kingsley Shacklele was busy protecting the Muggle Prime Minister, and Alastor S. Moody was as insane as ever, his rough behavior was not good enough to lead an organization that could stand up to the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic, and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix were either not qualified, or prestige, or brains, or simply incompetent.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered another person.

The woman Dumbledore had appointed to take on his job was Bigonia Curombon.

After Dumbledore's death, he had little need or need to connect with the Order of the Phoenix. So the pawn was left unused - in other words, he hadn't seen her for a long time.

The woman said she was Hufflepuff when she was in school. But there was always a strange sense of disobedience and subtlety in her, which made him feel familiar for no reason. But he couldn't remember how they had crossed paths before they were on missions for the Order of the Phoenix at the same time. He didn't even think he knew her or heard of her when he was at Hogwarts.

Now she's gone too. He had had to follow the Death Eaters to the Muggle world several times in the past few months, and although on a few occasions their missions had been disrupted by members of the Order of the Phoenix who had arrived in time, he had not seen her once.

The black mark on his arm was aching again. Snape gripped his left arm and let out a long, breathed out in patience and disgust.

Then he abruptly stood up and stepped into the fireplace of the headmaster's office. A burst of green flames rose, and his black-robed figure vanished.

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Muggle streets on Christmas Eve have been decorated with all sorts of Christmas-related decorations in the shop windows, on lampposts, and on tree branches. The street is bustling with people buying for Christmas.

But now everything has changed.

Some of the people in hooded black robes and terrifying masks on their faces had just left. There was a very fierce fight in the street. The two sides of the fight were those in black robes and masks, and others who were dressed more like normal people. Each of them had in their hands a strange little wooden stick about ten inches long, and from the tip of the small stick it could glow like a firework. Sometimes some innocent passers-by were hit by the green light emitted by the tips of the sticks in the hands of those black-robed men, and immediately fell to the ground and died without saying a word.

The fight, which used small sticks as the main weapon, lasted about half an hour. A large crowd of people had fallen on the road, dead and wounded, and buildings on the street had been affected and damaged in many places.

Before Muggle police cars and ambulances arrived, the black-robed and masked men laughed wildly and disappeared as the others began to retreat. Then some people dressed in very strange clothes appeared out of thin air, holding small sticks and began to cast some strange spells in a large area. Eventually, when Muggle police cars and ambulances arrived, the survivors and witnesses could only say that "some terrorists who had fled the scene" had committed the crime, but when asked to describe what the terrorists looked like, they all shook their heads, claiming that they were wearing black beanies that covered their heads from the top of their heads to their chins, revealing only their eyes and mouths, and that they were apparently a group of "well-trained thugs", or perhaps "members of some gang organization" somewhere.

While the Muggle police were busy surveying the scene and the paramedics were busy caring for the dead and wounded, no one noticed a young woman hiding in the shadows at the end of a dark alley between two buildings on the street.

Liu Quan sat on the ground, his back against the corner of the alley, his head leaning back against the wall, his eyes slightly closed, unable to bear the physical pain caused by the high heat.

Although her life in the form of Bigonia Kollenbang has not caused her much trouble during this time, it is now unfortunate that she has a severe cold and a high fever.

However, the Order of the Phoenix is now severely understaffed, and it is difficult to deal with every Death Eater attack, and she can't help but show up.

But now, her whole body felt like it was going to fall apart, and perhaps it wouldn't be wise to join the Order of the Phoenix in the fight against the Death Eaters in this situation - but it happened so suddenly that she didn't even have time to grab a bottle of potion and drink it first. What's more, there was smoke in her ears during the battle? Do you still think that her goal is not obvious enough? Although she has put life and death aside, she does not need to take the initiative to send her to death.

The scuffle went on for too long, and the Death Eaters' attacks on Muggles were becoming more massive and blatant. The Ministry of Magic has fallen, the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix are understaffed, and although she is a Hogwarts professor - well, nominally not now, to be exact, a former Hogwarts professor on the run - but now she appears most of the time as a member of the Order of the Phoenix and a former Hufflepuff graduate, Bigonia Curlenbon, and has been fighting more and more often in recent years, without the requirement that Hogwarts professors must protect students and schools first.

After a fierce battle to the death, she felt that her magic and physical strength had been exhausted, and she could no longer perform the illusion magic, or find a fireplace to return to her hiding place.

She mustered up the last bit of strength, added an invisibility charm and a neglect charm to herself, and then planned to rest in this dark corner, and wait until she had regained a little strength and magic power, and she was able to overcome the lack of concentration caused by the high fever, and then phantom back.

Not far away, the originally bustling and lively street was already a miserable scene. Some of the destroyed buildings and facilities were still smoking, and the ground was covered with only fragments of stone, brick and concrete, but patches of blood and innocent people who had been killed and wounded. Muggle ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks all arrived with their horns blaring, and they were parked all over the streets. People's cries, cries for help, and running footsteps resounded in a chaotic manner, and this corner of the world was completely a scene of the end of the world.

Liu Quan hid quietly in the shadows of the corner, half-leaning against the corner of the building behind him, his vision blurred by fatigue and high heat. But when she looked out diagonally, the building just across the alley was the same place she had been with Severus Snape on Christmas Eve many years ago.

At that time, the streets were still bustling and joyful, with the joyous singing of Christmas in the air, and the young man who had just grown up and the girl next door pushed open the door of the building, only to find them standing at the same time under a huge wreath of mistletoe. The people around were good-natured and boisterous clamoring, asking them to follow the old traditions.

That good time was already far, far away from them. It's too beautiful to be real, it's warm like a dream.

Liu Quan gasped a few times, feeling his heart beating too fast slowly calming down.

Blood was still oozing from the wounds on her body, and she was no longer able to cast a spell on herself. She didn't even want to do that, because the physical pain would have cleared her mind.

I heard that there is a limit to human suffering. If there is more physical pain, maybe there will be less mental pain, less pain.

After a round of attacks, the street lamps that had survived were still lit up in the dark. Liu Quan stared at the dim street lamp, and some shadows of the past seemed to come to mind. Unfortunately, those shadows were too shallow, and they were quickly blown away by the night wind.

Suddenly, a tall figure hurried into the alley. The figure of the visitor obscured the light shining on the street, and Liu Quan, who was dizzy, immediately woke up.

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May 26:

Well, I remembered the extras of Siris.,I'll code it after a while.,Don't worry, hhh.

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