The cold wind howling outside the window brought snowflakes again, and at first it was a small elementary school, but after a while, it had been transformed into goose feather snow, blurring the vision, hiding the mountains and the valley floor in the invisible white vastness, which had a different kind of mystery.

"I can't catch up at all now." Karkarov frowned, as if he was a little worried, "The Slavs are not so easy to submit, if the news of the disappearance of Brin and Grasso spreads, those startled poisonous snakes will also jump out in a hurry, it is inevitable that they will bite people, it is better to plan early." ”

"You're right, Igor." Ning An nodded approvingly, "I think Pani and Samantha have already arranged them, now please go back and inform them, let's start acting, the inside of the snake letter also needs to be cleaned up." ”

Karkaroff twisted his curly goatee, his brows stretched for half a minute, but he quickly looked at Ning An in confusion, with a sense of uneasiness, and asked tentatively, "You...... Don't you go back with me? ”

Ning An didn't speak, but turned around, left the window lattice closed by the wind and snow behind, and looked at the hidden door for a moment.

"I still have some things to attend to." The wizard said quietly, then naturally looked away, looked at Karkarov, paused, and said to him in a soothing tone:

"You're doing a good job this time, Igor, as for Voldemort—" Speaking of which, Ning An felt Durmstrang's former headmaster, his upper body lightly slightly, but quickly calmed down again.

Nodding, he continued: "I promised you before, you can no longer go out to run errands, Durmstrang is safe, the snake letter will be your best shelter, I will protect you, and you firmly believe in this, don't you?" ”

Karkaroff hurriedly lowered his head and bowed his back, his brow completely relaxed at the moment, as if to dispel some haze that haunted his heart, "Thank you—"

"I have a hunch that this won't last long, Igor, so you don't have to worry about living in captivity in Durmstrang for the rest of your life." Ning An bowed slightly and received the gratitude of the former principal.

His voice was low, like the murmur of a clarinet, and he sighed softly to match the sound of the wind whistling outside the window: "The world has become a powder keg, and although the war has begun at an unknown moment, I have a feeling that it is far from ...... It's far from a real war...... And that—"

Ning An looked at Karkaroff's slightly cloudy eyes, looked at him, and said calmly, without a change in tone but unusually cold: "And it will be an unimaginable war, Snake Letter, Death Eater, Hogwarts, Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, Voldemort ......"

His words gradually fell into a kind of self-talk, and Karkaroff could not hear it clearly.

The conversation between the two ended quickly, Karkaroff knew that he should leave, the anti-phantom shift used for the ambush arrangement had dissipated, and he didn't say much to greet, he wanted to pass the information to Pani and the others as soon as possible, the sooner he launched the operation, the more he could give the enemy a thunderous blow, which was not only important to Ning An and Snake Letter, but even more important to Karkarov.

He knew that there would be no second chance to be a traitor in this life, the Death Eaters would not forgive him, and he could still protect himself with the Serpent's Faith, and if the Serpent's Faith was gone, then he couldn't think of the ends of the earth, and where else could he give refuge.

So Karkarov values the stability and security of Serpentine more than anyone else, this is his last refuge in the world, and for this reason, the only way to do this is to let those Slavic wizards with secret intentions die, he secretly thinks - even if he is one of the Slavs.

And that's not his only consideration.

The former title may sound loud as the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the betrayer of the Death Eaters, but compared to Ning'an, Karkaroff knew exactly what he lacked—his own power.

He was once very jealous of Dumbledore, except for those who graduated from Hogwarts and most of them became loyal fans of the White Wizard after stepping into society, what made him even more jealous was that Dumbledore had a power that he did not have, belonging to his "Order of the Phoenix".

The nature of this secret society is no different from a magical army in Karkaroff's eyes, and God knows how much he wants to replace Dumbledore as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and if he wields such a force, it will definitely bring him a sense of security exponentially.

However, now Karkaroff is no longer jealous, he is in the midst of a more powerful force, although he is still like the Kraken lurking under the surface of the sea, he has never risen to prominence, but Karkaroff knows how big it is.

The whole continent of Europe, from the north of Kempten in Germany to the Barents Sea, was within their reach, and the speed at which it was expanding was incredible to Karkaroff, but he liked it, because it gave him a sense of security and a different sense of pleasure than he had commanded to educate a few pupils in the past.

He firmly believes that this trap is his chance, his chance to win the trust of the young man in front of him, and as long as he shows his loyalty and worth, Karkaroff is convinced that he can still restore his former position, and as long as he steps into the inner circle of this organization, he will get far more than before.

The wind and snow were still blowing rapidly, and after a shrill "beep" explosion, Karkaroff disappeared in place, and he probably needed one or two transfers to get back to Durmstrang, all in order to get the message to Pani as soon as possible and give them a signal to start cleaning up.

But all this has nothing to do with Ning An now, he looked at the hidden door, and was very sure who was behind the door, not from logical deduction, even if he only saw two living people along the way in this strange hotel, but Ning An could be sure that the reason why he knew was from the feeling in his heart.

Recently, he has become more and more inspired, as if he would smell the sea before approaching it, and after coming to this inn, his intuition has never been stronger.

"The people have already left, didn't they say that we would talk when I finished entertaining the guests?" Ning An looked at the old waiter who walked in slowly from behind the door, wearing a sloppy uniform, like a homeless man, looked at the other party's bright eyes, and asked slowly: "I remember...... You called me 'Fokin' before? ”

"Looks like you can't remember what you used to do." The old man didn't seem surprised by this, and squinted his eyes, and the lazy aura dissipated from him, replaced by a serious demeanor that Ning An had never seen, and he said word by word:

"I/gan simply explain it this way, you- you're not from this world, are you- or rather, you're not the first time you've come to this world?"

Ning An didn't feel frightened or scared, this was very strange, this should have been a big secret in his heart, it should have been carefully kept, anyone who touched it would die, it should not have been let anyone know or even notice the slightest abnormality.

But it's very strange, as if being poured down from his head by a basin of cold water, Ning An suddenly sobered up, as if all the time in the past, the years were wasted in a hurry, and it was not until this moment that he really came to life for the first time, realized himself, recognized time, and sighed "It should be like this".

"I ought to know that my Animagus shouldn't be ravens for no reason." Ning An muttered to himself, there seemed to be a lot of things in his mind, a lot of memories, he understood in his heart but was a little vague, like looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, it was always not so clear.

But an instinctive impulse drove him, and he said to the old man, "I seem to understand a little, Fokine, one of Odin's two crows, Fokine represents the mind, and the other 'Wuni' represents memory, they are the Holy Spirit is Odin's eyes and ears, and they fly away from Odin's shoulder every morning, see all things in the world, talk with the living and the dead, and then report it all to Odin, right?" Ning An said as he recalled the descriptions he had read in his memory.

The old waiter didn't speak, just looked at Ning An with a smile, as if he was very interested in how much he could think of like this.

"I'm so happy that you who symbolize your thinking are not all remembered." He said.

Ning An involuntarily spread out his hands, looked at his hands carefully, followed the lines of his palms, and his thoughts seemed to go upstream, back to the time when he was at Hogwarts, back to the time when he first came to this world, back to the privet road of Little Whitkin—and then forward, back to the world he once was, the world where Harry Potter may not exist, and—

Further on-

It was as if he had accidentally pushed open a quaint door that had never been touched, and after the dust settled, the golden light flashed through the crack in the door, and for a moment Ning An felt that he had realized something, but this was still some kind of indescribable experience covered in fog.

"Where is Odin?" He asked suddenly.

"Odin is here." The old waiter looked at Ning An seriously.

"No, you can't be- I have feelings." Ning An shook his head, he was inexplicably sure in his heart that the sloppy old man in front of him was definitely not Odin.

"Of course I'm not Odin, ah—it's all my fault, I should have introduced myself sooner." He stretched his waist, and then his figure rose at a speed visible to the flesh, the old man was already very tall, and he was already about two meters tall in the blink of an eye, and it seemed that he could get taller, at this distance, Ning An had to look up at him.

"You can call me Mimere." The old waiter, no, Mimere quietly changed his name for Ning An.

Ning An frowned, this name is also a little familiar, in the dark he vaguely understood what to do next, there seems to be an invisible force in the air that is driving them to accomplish everything, or in short, there are often Muggles who call it "fate" Now under the power of fate, Ning An naturally asked:

"Mimere, why do you say Odin is here?"

"You're back, so you're Odin." He said it as a matter of course.

"But I'm not." Ning An said with confidence, his expression was very affirmative, he knew that if he was the crow named "Fukin" who was called Odin by the world, and had awakened his memory here after a reincarnation journey of many worlds, it would make sense, but he could be said to be Odin—that unknowable vague memory told him that it was impossible.

"But you will." Mimir squinted and smiled, not at all worried that Ning An would not understand, or doubt him, not believe him, and be hostile to him, he turned around quietly and calmly like a devout saint, and said to Ning An softly:

"Please follow me." As he spoke, the old man walked out of the room, and his uniform was still so sloppy, but at this moment, even if he was the most steadfast pastor of the church, no one would object.

Ning An thought about it, he seemed to be inspired by something, and had a premonition, since just now, there was a voice here calling him strongly, no, no, not just here, the whole world seemed to be calling him together, and he was here for this moment, and appeared in this world for this moment.

He followed Mimere.

No one spoke, there were really no other travelers in this secluded hotel, stepping on the dark red carpet, walking through the corridor, behind the iron gate was a mix of quaint and trendy elevators, the elevator door was depicted with Ning An's seemingly understandable pattern, which was like a towering giant tree extending upwards to form a ring, and like a difficult mathematical formula that constantly derived more mysterious and infinite equations and symbols.

Mimir pressed the downward button, the elevator door opened, and Ning An walked in naturally.

The moment he stepped through the elevator door, he heard some kind of singing in his ears, it was a woman's singing, melodious, warm, soft and full of solemnity, he was sure that there was no sound or radio in this elevator, but the spirit-like song echoed in his ears.

Ning An felt comfortable and warm, relaxed and natural, as if he had returned to his mother's body, to Zi/Gong, although he didn't know if he really knew what it was like.

But if he had to find a word to describe it, it would be this.

The elevator went down for a long time and didn't come to an end, it was like an empty box, Ning An noticed that the place that should have been the control panel was just blank, and there was no place in the whole elevator to manipulate which floor they were going to, just blindly sinking, descending, as if it was going to descend to the center of the earth.

Maybe he was already crossing the mantle now, Ning An thought lightly.

Time in the elevator seemed to stand still, Mi Mi Mi didn't speak, Ning An didn't feel the need to say anything, there was a subtle tacit understanding between the two, Ning An was immersed in that warm and comfortable feeling, and he felt that the huge memories in his mind were a little clearer.

I don't know how long it was, maybe it was a day, maybe it was a day, or just a few minutes, and with a "ding dong" sound, the elevator door opened.

What caught my eye was not such a common sense as the hotel corridor, but in front of Ning An was a desolate grassland, like an abandoned wasteland, overgrown with weeds and growing wantonly, and on a small rising hill, an unusually thick ash tree stood up.