Many miles away, the fog that once wandered outside the prime minister's window was now floating on a filthy river.

The river meanders and is overgrown with weeds and piles of garbage.

A huge chimney, the relic of an abandoned mill, stood tall, gloomy and ominous.

There was no sound in all directions, only the swarthy water of the river, and no sign of life, except for a lean fox that snuck down the riverbank, sniffing hopefully at the wrappers of a few fried fish and potato chips in the deep weeds.

At this moment, with a soft pop, a slender figure wearing a hood appeared out of thin air by the river.

The fox was stunned, a pair of alert eyes staring at the strange new figure.

The figure seemed to be ascertaining its bearings, and after a moment it strode forward with a brisk stride, its long cloak rustling across the grass.

There was another pop, louder than the one just now, and another hooded figure appeared.

And it's followed by a smaller one.

"Very well, you came to Sidotor Oleso on time." The woman's voice was sharp, and she heard a kind of baby voice crying at the top of her voice, which was a little scary, like the voice of a witch in a fairy tale, even though the other party was a witch herself.

"Lord Bellatrix." Cisterdot lowered his head and was very respectful to the other party.

"Your daughter?" Bellatrix looked at the girl next to Sidotor, who looked at Bellatrix with elf-like eyes, not showing fear but somewhat nervousness.

"Yes, it has been approved by the master, and Mr. Grindelwald has also approved of everything Miya is going to do at Hogwarts." Sidotdo looked at Mia and then asked the other to show his arms in approval.

Mia showed her milky wrists, which were marked by black snakes and skulls, the uniform marks of the Death Eaters.

Bellatrix smiled with satisfaction when he saw it, in fact, this plan was already arranged by the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord in his heyday was reluctant to attack Hogwarts, but now the Dark Lord decided that Dumbledore was not as powerful as before, and it was time to put a nail in the plank of Hogwarts, maybe he would be able to kill Dumbledore.

"It's not enough, you're just a student, and in Slytherin, you need to be on the lookout for Sherlock Mephisto at all times."

"Senior Sherlock? He's a nice guy. Mia muttered, and Sidotor was helpless beside him, the Olesso family had become double-faced pawns, and it was also Sherlock's request to ask Sidotor to recommend his daughter to be Voldemort's undercover agent.

And the daughter still seems to value Sherlock very much, and even feels happy to be able to help the other party, for which Cisterdo suspects that girls of this age are poisoned, poisoned by a poison called Sherlock's deep love?

Hearing Mia's approval of Sherlock made Bellatrix angry, "Your idea is likely to fail at Hogwarts, and if Sherlock's little devil finds out that you are a Death Eater, he will definitely skin you and tear you apart." ”

Mia shuddered, and Bellatrix felt satisfied, but in fact they were afraid that the Death Eaters would actually do this, and Sherlock would definitely not.

"Come with me, try to keep up." Bellatrix beckoned.

It climbed to the bank of the river, an old railing separating it from a narrow pebble alley.

On the other side, Sidotor and Mia immediately followed.

They stood side by side, looking out at the rows of dilapidated brick houses on the other side of the alley, the windows of which looked black and lifeless in the night.

Swiftly through an alley between the houses and into another street that was almost identical.

Several of the street lamps were broken, and the three wizards were sometimes lit by the light, sometimes shrouded in darkness.

"It's disgusting, I didn't expect that one day I would come to him in person, the master believed in him too much." Bellatrix was the last to stand outside the door of a dilapidated house.

She had already knocked on the door, and the three of them stood outside the door together, panting slightly, sniffing the scent of the river of sewage that was blown by the evening breeze.

After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door, and then the door opened a crack, and a man looked at them, his long black hair draped over the sides like a curtain, and in the middle was a gray-yellow face and dark eyes.

"Snape!" Bellatrix just muttered, and then, without waiting for the master's invitation, went straight in, as if it were her own home.

"Mr. Snape." Sisterdot, on the other hand, behaved politely like a visitor.

Miya, on the other hand, was completely surprised, she didn't expect that the person she was going to visit today would be the head of her own college.

Could it be that Dean Snape was also a Death Eater?

Isn't that it?

The more Mia thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she was finally pulled directly into the house by Cisterdot.

"Bellatrix, Sidotdor, and Mia Oleso, my accomplices, my classmates, and my students." Snape looked at them sullenly.

Indeed, Bellatrix was his colleague, and Sidotor had been a classmate of Snape, and Mia was a student of Snape.

They walked straight into a small living room, which felt like a dimly lit, soft-walled cell

A room in a psychiatric hospital or prison with padded walls to prevent incarcerated people from harming themselves.

Several walls were lined with books, most of them old black or brown leather covers, and a candle-lit lamp hung from the ceiling, casting a dim circle of light with a frayed sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table crowded together.

The place has an air of desolation and desertion, and it seems to be uninhabited.

Snape motioned for them to sit down on the couch.

"So, what can I do for you?" Snape went directly to Bellatrix, who knew the Dark Lord's plan almost already well.

"There's no one else here, right?" Sidotor asked.

"Of course not. Oh, by the way, the tail of the worm is here, but we don't count the pests, do we? ”

He pointed his wand at the wall behind him, and with a bang, a secret door opened, revealing a narrow staircase on which a small man stood dumbfounded.

"I'm sure you're already aware, Wormtail, we're here." Snape said lazily.

The man hunched down the last few stairs and into the room. he

He has small watery eyes, a pointed nose, and an unnatural smirk on his face.

He stroked his right hand with his left hand, which looked like it was wearing a silver white glove.

"Wormtail will bring us a drink if you will," Snape said, "and he'll go back to his bedroom." ”

Wormtail dodged, as if Snape had thrown something at him.

"I'm not your servant!" He dodged Snape's gaze and said in a squeaky voice.

"Really? I thought the Dark Lord had placed you here to help me. ”

"Help, that's right...... But it's not about bringing you a drink, it's not about ...... Clean your room! ”

"Wormtail, I didn't expect you to crave more dangerous missions." Snape said in a slick tone, "It's easy: I'll go talk to the Dark Lord......"

"I'll tell him if I want to!"

"Of course you can." Snape sneered, "For now, you might as well bring us a drink." Just have a little wine made by the elves. ”

Wormtail hesitated for a moment, as if to argue, but he turned around and went out through another secret door.

They heard the thudding and the clattering of glasses. He returned a few seconds later, carrying a dirty wine bottle and three glasses on a tray.

He laid the tray on the rickety table, and at once left in three steps and two steps, slamming the door hidden by the book.

"I will do everything my master asks, and I will do my best to help Miss Mia in her task." Snape took a sip of his wine, then continued, "Don't worry about Dumbledore, he doesn't have that much experience to pay attention to everyone, it's Sherlock Mephisto who you need to be warfronted with." ”

"Humph!" Bellatrix snorted dissatisfiedly, and now Sherlock Mephisto had become her nasty name.

"As long as Dumbledore is late, then the Dark Lord's plan will be successful, and Sherlock, no matter how powerful he is, will not be able to deal with two Dark Lords at the same time." Snape whispered.

"Yes, Master and Mr. Grindelwald." Bellatrix laughed merrily, in fact all Death Eaters should think that their future was bright.

"Sherlock...... senpai," Mia asked in a whisper.

"Don't have too much contact with him at school, he's very smart and sharp, and a casual look you can reveal the identity of a Death Eater, and there's one more thing...... Dumbledore isn't the one you need to watch out for the most, complete the task given to you by your master and watch out for Sherlock Mephisto. ”

Snape continued, "I'll do my best to help you, but Sherlock doesn't live in the Slytherin dormitories, and he rarely goes to the common room, otherwise you're more likely to be exposed." ”

"Snape! Haven't you been exposed for more than ten years? It's like Dumbledore's darling! Bellatrix squealed.

Snape ignored the other.

"I'll take you to a place later, the Borgin Bock store, where there is a very important prop that will definitely make you do more with less." Snape got up to let the others continue the journey.

Head to Diagon Alley and head to the Borgin Bock store.

Voldemort's dark forces are on the move.

On the other hand, Dumbledore had his own plans.

"Professor Ellie is gone?" Harry was still taken aback when he heard the news.

"Yes, Professor Ellie is no longer the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, so I need to find someone new to replace Potions at Hogwarts." Dumbledore led Harry down the streets of a small town in England.

It was late at night, and the atmosphere of the town was somewhat peaceful.

Harry's head began to spin rapidly, and even if he wasn't as smart as Hermione, he figured out what Dumbledore meant.

"Professor Snape is going to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, isn't he?" Harry asked, looking at Dumbledore.

In fact, he really wanted to hear the news of Snape's departure, but Dumbledore nodded heavily, which meant that Snape would be a professor of the school's Defence Against the Dark Arts from the beginning of this semester.

This is really not a good thing for Harry, his results in Defense Against the Dark Arts are not bad, and it is estimated that this semester will plummet.

"Horace Slughorn." Dumbledore's mouth suddenly mentioned the name.

"He used to be the head of Slytherin House, and he is also a professor of Potions, his ability is not much worse than Snape's Potions, I guess you will like this professor, maybe you can improve your Potions grades this year."

"Headmaster of Slytherin again?" Harry muttered, in his mind that as long as he was a Slytherin person, he would be difficult to get along with, huh...... Except for Sherlock.

Eventually, they found a dilapidated-looking house on the town's delicate path.

Harry felt that the house in front of him felt like a haunted house.

Harry, draw your wand and follow me. Dumbledore whispered.

He pushed open the front door and walked quietly down the garden path, Harry following close behind. Then Dumbledore slowly pushed open the front door, wand in hand, ready to strike.

"Fluorescent flicker!"

The tip of Dumbledore's wand lit up, reflecting a narrow doorway.

There is also an open door on the left. Dumbledore walked into the living room with his glowing wand held aloft in the air, Harry following closely behind.

There was a mess in front of them, an old clock shattered at their feet, the clock face cracked, and the pendulum lay a little farther away, like an abandoned sword.

A piano topples over on the floor, keys scattered everywhere.

Nearby, a fragment of a broken chandelier was glittering.

The mats were thrown everywhere in a mess, already deflated, and feathers were burrowing out of the cracks. Broken glass and porcelain shards were sprinkled like powder.

Dumbledore raised his wand a little higher, illuminating the wall, which splattered with a lot of dark red gooey stuff.

Harry let out a small sigh, and Dumbledore heard it and looked around.

It was an amazing experience of meeting Professor Horace, who had turned himself into a blue couch, mainly because he had to hide in a Muggle family that was out on a trip to avoid the Death Eaters.

Professor Horace had a big belly, and when he learned that he had taught Harry's mother and told him a story about Lily Potter, Harry had a crush on the old man.

Harry is a simple, blind and stubborn boy, but he has a great trait, whenever someone talks about his parents in front of him, then Harry will think that the other person is a good person.