Hai "What I admire more is actually your kung fu of reversing black and white, Ning An." Snape put away a small smile and stared gloomily at Ning An.

"Oh, that's hurtful, Professor Snape." Ning An bypassed Snape and came to the clear glass case with a lot of silverware on the side of the headmaster's office, and on the shelf in the cabinet, there was a bottle of Aquavit on the shelf, and Ning An was still steaming when he took it out.

"Look, strong soju, I bet it's Karkaroff's treasure," Ning An held the wine bottle, turned back to Snape and smiled, he pulled out the wand on his waist, and slammed it on the desk, two crystal clear empty glasses appeared, Ning An filled the wine glasses in turn, and the yellow and clear liquor exuded a strong smell of wine, which made people smell intoxicated.

Ning An sniffled, he wasn't used to drinking such spirits, maybe the sweet butterbeer was more to his taste.

"Professor?" He handed the wine glass to Snape, his former mentor watched all this coldly, but did not refuse the wine glass handed over by Ning An, he held the wine glass in his hand, slowly handed it to his pale lips, and drank a small sip, Ning An looked at it, and also raised his head and took a sip.

"Shhh

He let out a hearty exhale, and drank a cold glass of liquor on a cold, rainy day, a feeling that is hard to describe in words.

"Well, Professor, I'm pretty good."

Ning An looked at Snape with a smile, completely ignoring the indifferent gaze cast from the front.

"Voldemort is resurrected," Severus? Snape said coldly.

"I know," Ning An took another sip of the liquor in the glass, and immediately frowned, as if his tongue had been burned, "Hiss-I still can't drink it, this kind of wine is too bitter." ”

"Dumbledore wants me to bring you to our side, but guess what?" The expression on Snape's face becomes unpredictable, and the eyes staring at Ning An are cold and hollow, reminding you of two dark tunnels.

"What's wrong?"

"I think he's whimsical," Snape laughed, and he whispered, "We all know, Ning'an, it's you who pretend to be Krum, and Voldemort's resurrection is also your share." ”

"Professor, if you always say things that don't make sense, I might think you took a nonsense potion before you came to me."

"Well, you still remember that," Snape laughed, laughing like a weeping night owl, "remember, this is what I taught you——! ”

"Of course, you will always be my teacher."

"So that's how you repay your teacher? Point your wand at him, huh? Throw him another curse? Snape slapped his glass on the desk, and the wine spilled, damp and bulging skin.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting bigger, and from the dark clouds, there was a faint sound of distant thunder, and in the sky, a faint electric light was rubbed.

Ning An looked at Snape in silence, and was slowly spun in circle by his hand, "What the hell are you trying to say, Professor Snape." ”

Snape looked at Ning An, he used to be the most optimistic and favorite student, he answered his questions perfectly, seemed to be extremely polite, but he was cold and rejecting people thousands of miles away, and he was unwilling to say any meaningful answers from his mouth, and even guarded himself as if he was guarding against a poisonous snake.

This may not be wrong, Snape thought to himself, if three years ago he had predicted what kind of wizard Ning An would become in the future, then this might be what he had in mind, an alternative, excellent dark wizard.

"Dumbledore let me tell you,"

Snape resumed his cold tone and said with a straight face, "Whatever you want to do, maybe it's about the missing Shafiq girl, the Dark Lord can't give you a real answer. ”

He looked up, his small black eyes flashing dangerously

"The Dark Lord is accustomed to taking advantage of such people—proud, emotional fools/gua, who will not control their feelings and allow themselves to indulge in sad memories, and the Dark Lord will take advantage of this, and he can promise you that if you are weak and easily let him control you."

Snape said at the end, his voice slowed slowly, and he stared at Ning An's eyes and said cruelly:

"But I think you're probably not so stupid, not so irritated, aren't you?"

"It's exact, but Professor—"

Ning An and Snape looked at each other, and he stared at these cold, empty, as if guarding some secret, and said without blinking

"Since just now, you've been using the Regent to me, what kind of information do you want to get from here?" He pointed to his brain, a funny look on his face.

"Put away your poor tricks."

Snape snorted coldly, "You think that if you resist me, you can defend against the Dark Lord?" He sarcastically said, "It's easy for that person to try to invade your mind." ”

"I know, Professor, so when you were around him, did Voldemort see it clearly?" Ning An turned the resurrection ring on his finger, he wore it every day, of course he knew that this was one of the deathly holy weapons, it could be said that there was almost no one else except Ning An.

"Or is there something that sustains you? Keeping you loyal is why Dumbledore will let you do these things-"

"I've already brought the words." Snape stroked his robe, strode across the desk, past Ning'an, and towards the office door, his black travel cloak swirling in the wind.

He obviously didn't want to say more, in the conversation with Ning An, he didn't get what he wanted, or he didn't expect to get more things, and while using the Regency Mind on Ning An, Ning An didn't do everything possible to invade his mind.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Snape had to say that he was a little tired of Ning An's Dementor Magic, and when Ning An said "something supported him", he knew that there was no need to stay here, so Snape did not hesitate to leave.

"How to decide, I think you already have the answer." Snape said stiffly.

"Wait a minute, Professor."

When he was about to reach the hardwood door, he was suddenly stopped, he sneered and turned to Ning An, looking at him, looking at him with a wine glass in one hand, leaning against the table, bowing his head and pondering something.

"If Professor Dumbledore has been so generous and generous in giving me a warning, how could I let you go without any indication."

Dangling the orange-yellow liquor in the wine glass, Ning An sniffed deeply with his nose, but he didn't drink it anymore, he put the wine glass down gently, and strolled to the side of the silverware cabinet, in front of a wide wall, where stood a row of tall wooden bookshelves, filled with all kinds of magic books.

Ning An counted in a row, and Snape looked at him coldly from behind, a moment later

"Yes," he said, pulling a thick book from the shelf, but when he opened the page, it was empty, not even a page, only a deep groove in which some strange knick-knacks were placed.

There was a pocket speculum, which was lying quietly there at the moment, and a few silver needles with spells, a voodoo doll, a pocket watch, and a few colorful cards, as if they were some child's drawer for clutter.

Ning An took out two cards, then closed the book with a smile and put it back on the shelf, he raised his hand slightly, and the two cards flew towards Snape lightly, and the short distance was only a blink of an eye, and Snape was gloomyly grasped in his hand.

"I'll also give Professor Dumbledore a warning, if Voldemort is really trying to win over his henchmen, then I think maybe Mr. Headmaster should consider the danger of these two people being co-opted more than worrying that I will be co-opted."

Snape looked down at the two cards in his hand, one male and one female, the two wizards, this is the magic card that came with the chocolate frog, the two wizards are in the frame, looking at Snape with a smile, just the kind of sneer that makes people chill to the marrow.

"Helmo......" Snape whispered the name written on the magic card, "Morgen?" Strangle? Fay ......"

"She calls herself Mojana, and I think these two are both famous wizards."

Ning An leaned back to his desk, supported the table with both hands, and simply sat up, looking at Snape with two legs.

"But they ...... They should not have lived in this era, they should have died. Snape said calmly.

"Well, there was some accident, but as far as I know, they should be resurrected."

"Hah, whimsical—" Snape pursed his lips disdainfully and sneered, "It's just delusional, it is impossible for the dead to be resurrected, Ning An, didn't I teach you this in the first place?" Maybe you should learn from the ghosts of Hogwarts—"

"I was the one who raised them back—"

Ning An's words interrupted Snape's ridicule, and he looked at his former teacher seriously, put away his previous rashness and laziness, jumped down from the table, and said calmly:

"I resurrected them with my own hands, you don't know, their state is not called death to be precise—it's just a thin line—"

Snape took a step back in a daze, and lowered his head to confirm the name and photo on the card, as if he still couldn't believe it, but Ning An didn't say anything, just looked at him for a moment, and silently put the card into the black robe.

"I'll talk to Dumbledore—" Snape turned, this time Ning An didn't call him, but he stood in front of the door and hesitated for a second.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Ning An was in a trance as if he had returned to Hogwarts, the familiar office full of strange and even disgusting potion materials, where he had been taught countless times by Snape, and it was in that tone that he had spoken to himself.

"Professor," Ning An said slowly, "do you believe that people cannot be resurrected after death?" ”

"It's true." Snape replied coldly without looking back.

"Do you have anyone who wants to be resurrected?"

Ning An's voice was mixed with the north wind that suddenly hung outside the window, and the raindrops hit the window lattice chaotically, making a strong crackling sound, and for a while, for some reason, the rain suddenly fell heavily.

"Do you regret it, and you desperately want to make amends?"

As if hallucinating, Ning An seemed to see Snape's shoulder, and trembled slightly, but he still didn't make a sound.

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"How many times do I have to talk to you to correct your stupid idea?"

Snape said viciously, "A dead man is dead, and when a man dies, he has to go the way of death, this is the law of this world, and you will only make yourself weak with those false illusions, so that others can easily find your flaws, and then—kill you." ”

He stood in front of the door, with the back of his head with greasy black hair, facing Ning An, but Ning An could imagine the mocking expression on his face

"Dumbledore may not have expected it wrong, if you always hold these unrealistic and naïve fantasies, sooner or later you will be controlled and used, and you may not need the Dark Lord to do it himself."

He paused and continued: "Ning An, I thought you would be stronger, but I didn't expect—"

"So you think you're the stronger one, don't you, Professor?"

"I'll always be much stronger than you think—"

Snape finally turned around and stared at Ning An with those cold, emotionless eyes, which were more cold and ruthless than ever.

"Don't be arrogant there." He finally snorted, pushed open the hardwood door hardwood, stepped on the marble floor, made a soft "pop" sound, and strode out.

After a long time, Karkaroff pushed the door open again, as if he had an illusion, as if he heard a low sigh echoing in the room

"I'm not as strong as you, teacher......"

"Is Snape gone?"

Ning An was still leaning on the edge of the table, taking small sips and sipping the unfinished glass of Aquavet wine, Karkaroff looked at the bottle that had been opened, and the expression on his face was heartbroken, it was a treasure that he had stored for a long time and was reluctant to drink.

"I've left."

He stepped forward, Ning An smiled and handed over the glass and wine bottle, Karkaroff was not polite, poured himself half a glass, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and after a while, he took a big sip.

"Any other appointments?"

"In the afternoon, maybe someone from the British Ministry of Magic will come."

Karkaroff said to Ning An in a mellow and pleasant voice, "Discuss the question of when you will go to the Ministry of Magic for questioning, so that they can cancel your wanted notice, as well as the false accusations you once made. ”

"I don't think I need to face the Wizengamot trial, do I?" Ning An straightened up, came to the window, and watched the rain bloom one after another on the transparent circular glass.

"This needs to be confirmed with the Ministry of Magic, but I think as you agreed with them in advance, it should be a separate inquiry, in a small room...... Maybe simply ask a few questions. Karkaroff said with a sigh of relief, and silently put down his glass, as if remembering the time when he had been judged.