The night grew thicker in the cold air, and the frosty and snow-covered roofs and chimneys, the dry and tangled tree branches, and even the sculptures on the eaves of the shops seemed to fall into that mysterious silence.

Of course, Hogsmeade has always been like that.

It's cold and shady everywhere, and it becomes faint and a little scaring at night.

However, the two bars here bring a touch of warmth to the evening guests with the dim red light from the windows every dark night.

With a magical creature in her hand, Maca walked slowly down the street, leisurely towards the pig's head bar at the other end.

In Hogsmeade Village, the Three Broomsticks Bar and the Pig's Head Bar are located at the head and end of the village, and the types of customers on both sides do not interfere with each other, and they have always coexisted harmoniously.

In the past few days, it has stopped snowing in Hogsmeade, and his vision has become much wider.

Maca looked out and soon saw a faint glow of fire falling on the snow.

Turning right at an intersection, the old bar, which had not been renovated for many years, suddenly caught his eye, and the tattered signboard was a bit too raunchy.

Pushing the door open, Aberforth in the bar glanced casually towards the door as a muffled sound of a broken bell rang.

"Huh?"

Aberforth's bearded face moved slightly, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Good evening!"

Maca smiled and said hello, and looked left and right by the way, only to find that there were no guests here tonight.

Aberforth's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

“…… Good evening," he said dryly, as if holding back his anger, "pets are not welcome in our shop, so you can tie them out before you come in." ”

Maca shrugged her shoulders and said, "Didn't I hear you like sheep, voila! ”

He took the rope in his hand and turned the sheep he had brought, and then patted the tail of the sheep vigorously.

"Altay big-tailed sheep! Coming all the way from Asia...... Look at this perfect curve......" he said, and slapped it harder, "how wonderful this fat and round sheep's tail is!" ”

Aberforth listened, and the corners of his eyes twitched again.

"I love goats! Got it? Goat! He said in a low voice, "Are you going to insult my greatest hobby in life when you brought a sheep?" ”

"Isn't that good?" Maca looked down again, and subconsciously slapped it again.

"You kid, you don't know the beauty of goats at all!" Aberforth pushed the glass of wine in his hand to the bar, crossed his waist and pointed angrily at Maca.

"Okay, okay...... Isn't it okay for me to apologize? Maka smiled and shook her hand, led the sheep out again, tied it to the pillar at the door, and then walked inside.

"Butterbeer," he said, gesturing to the stove behind him, "heat it up for me?" ”

Aberforth casually pulled out a dusty wine bottle from under the bar and took the glass to Maka.

"Heat yourself up!" He said angrily.

Maca shrugged her shoulders, drew her wand and tapped the bottle and glass, and after cleaning it up, poured the butterbeer into the glass.

Then, he pulled his wand around the glass a few times, and the liquid in the glass began to bubble with a burst of flames.

Soon, the top edge of the glass was steaming and a rich buttery smell spread.

"Another so-called genius...... "Aberforth muttered under his breath, "I hate geniuses." ”

"What's wrong with geniuses, it's not all human." Maca laughed, "When it's time to be unlucky, no one can hide from it......"

"You don't deny that you're a genius?" Aberforth gave him a disdainful look.

"As far as I know so far, I want to deny it and ask others to agree......" Maca said, taking a big sip from her wine glass, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "The so-called 'genius' has never been self-appointed, don't you understand this by looking at your brother?" ”

"Him?" Aberforth snorted and said, "At your age, he's already considered a genius, and he's been complaining all day long that there's nowhere to show his talents......"

“…… The older you get, the more modest you are? Maca said curiously.

"Hmph...... How can this be said? Aberforth said disdainfully, "A 'genius' will only know restraint when he has done something stupid!" It's a pity...... By then it will be too late! ”

Listening to this, Maca couldn't help but touch her face.

The old man was right, not only his brother Dumbledore, but even himself almost embarked on the self-righteous road of no return......

"Hmm......" Maca thought for a moment, suddenly raised her head and said seriously, "You're right! To thank you, I'll be sure to pick you a goat next time I come back! ”

"Shut up!" Aberforth glared at him and said, "I don't want to hear the word 'goat' in your mouth, for such a beautiful word in your mouth is an insult to it!" ”

Maca shook her head helplessly with a hard forehead - this thing is definitely not saved!

At that moment, the door of the bar was pushed open again, the broken bell rang again, and a man in a black cloak strode in from the outside.

"Get out!"

Aberforth just looked up, almost twice, and then immediately roared.

"Huh?"

Maca turned around and found the man in the doorway at Aberforth's shout, somewhat in a dilemma, and it looked like Snape.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head and looked strangely at Aberforth.

"This kid came to eavesdrop on other people's conversations fourteen years ago, and I blasted him out!" Aberforth pointed to the doorway.

Maca looked back at Snape again—everyone was hooded! And...... Fourteen years ago? Recognizable this?

“…… Time to go! ”

Snape's voice sounded rather agitated, and as soon as he dropped a word, he turned and walked out.

Maca looked at Aberforth with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

"You've got a good memory!"

After he finished speaking, he took the wine glass and finished it in one breath, then put down the wine money and walked out the door, and Aberforth behind him just snorted impatiently.

The air outside was obviously much colder than inside, and Maca couldn't help but shrink her neck before looking towards Snape.

"Still use me to take you there?" Snape frowned, "With your abilities, you don't need it, do you?" ”

Maca shook her head with a wry smile and said, "It's not that it won't, it's just that there is always a situation where you deviate from the goal, and no matter how you try, it won't work......"

Phantom shifting is not spatial movement and cannot be solved by computation alone. It's more of a long-distance movement that relies on memory and perceptual remnants.

For the average wizard, it's just a matter of feeling. But if Maca relies on her senses to cast spells, she will always be offset.

At the very least, until he had studied all the broken rule runes contained in the Apparition Shifting Spell, he would never be able to rely on accurate calculations to correct the offset of the coordinates.

"As for what is wrong, I still don't understand......" he said helplessly.

"You'd better figure it out sooner."

Snape said, reaching for Maca's arm, and with a twist, the two of them disappeared in place.

……

Coming to Riddle House again, it's a different feeling.

For Voldemort, Maca no longer has the confusion of the unknown, and now he has a rough idea of the secret behind Voldemort's resurrection.

As for whether to continue to explore the "Bewitching Monument", he also had a preliminary plan.

The original plan has been terminated, but some of it can be carried out in the current situation. It's just that he won't do it until everything is completely figured out.

Following Snape, he pushed open the slightly worn door, and the two of them walked together into the hall.

"Hiss--"

A giant snake resembling a basilisk was entrenched in the hall, apparently the snake named "Nagini" raised by Voldemort.

The last time Maca was here, it wasn't here, but this time he bumped into it.

Although I don't know much about Voldemort...... Or maybe the Monument of Bewitchment did something to it, but since it can become so big, it has obviously grown completely.

It seems that the average wizard will only run away when he sees it.

In the darkness, Nagini's eyes shone with wisdom, and he was covered in a large amount of black qi like the Black Death, looking fierce but secretly shrewd.

Maca didn't understand the Parseltongue, so she didn't understand what it meant by "hissing". Judging by the snake's behavior, it's obviously not hard to guess - it seems to instinctively not want to go near this side.

"It's not much dumber than Aragog?" Maca pondered, "Is this a basilisk that Voldemort transformed?" ”

"Don't speculate on the greatness of the Dark Lord!"

Before he knew it, Snape was already in the play, and at this time he was seriously criticizing Maca.

Maca just shrugged her shoulders, then stopped looking at the serpent and followed Snape up the stairs to the study upstairs.

"Tuk Tuk"

Two gentle and cautious knocks rang at the door, and the Death Eaters in the study all turned their heads alarmingly and looked over to the door.

On the other side of the long table, Voldemort, who sat with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Compared to the last time, there was obviously a strange black flame in his pupils, which kept beating inside, looking mysterious and abnormal.

"Come in."

His voice also seemed to have a hint of hoarseness, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time, dry and dignified.

With that, the door to the study was gently pushed open, and Snape was the first to enter.

"Master, Marca McKellen has arrived."

Before the words could be spoken, and before the Macas had even entered, all the Death Eaters immediately opened their eyes wide and stared at the deep, dimly lit doorway with a cautious expression.