"I suddenly remembered something."
Kayson rubbed his temples. "We shouldn't have let Voldemort die so easily. We should have restrained him and forced him to reveal what the last Horcrux was."
"He didn't realize it at the end, but if we use this vial of blood for analysis, it should be fine." As he spoke, Dumbledore pushed the vial of blood toward Snape.
"The blood of the serpent, and the Dark Lord only has one serpent by his side... Nagini," Snape said.
" Nagini?" Dumbledore's brows furrowed suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Kayson asked.
"Hmm... I heard this name when I was young. I remember she was a Maledictus who would eventually turn from a human into a beast," Dumbledore said quietly.
"When you were young? Voldemort's final Horcrux is really something else," Kayson exclaimed.
"Yes, Nagini almost became part of my family, but fate is cruel." Dumbledore stood up with a sigh and left the Alchemy office.
See you next time.
When one person starts leaving a small gathering, the others will gradually follow suit? Snape included, of course.
So once again, only Kayson and the other young wizards strolling around the huge office remained.
"Go see Harry."
He also stood up Ender teleportation away from the office.
In the Hospital Wing, Harry lay on the bed, groaning, while Hermione and Ron sat beside him, flirting. Neville, meanwhile, was peeling an apple with a fruit knife.
" Neville, you're still the best," Harry mumbled.
"Of course." Nazha nodded, then put the cleanly peeled apple to his mouth and took a bite.
"Hmm, this apple is pretty good. It's sour, and tastes much better than the sweet ones," Neville said.
Harry: "..."
"You want some too?" Neville asked.
After saying that, he took an orange from the fruit basket and threw it to Harry.
"Is this orange really edible?" Harry asked, his lips twitching.
"I don't know either. You can ask Hermione if green oranges are poisonous," Neville said, raising an eyebrow.
"No, don't worry, eat it."
Harry nodded, picked up an orange, and began peeling it.
Knock knock knock...
"Enter."
" Harry, how are you feeling?" Kayson walked in carrying a fruit basket full of pixelated fruit, and then naturally took the orange that Harry had just peeled from his hand.
"Hmm, not bad. What variety are these oranges?" Kayson asked.
"Maybe it's because his other half of the tree was used for grafting," Harry said miserably.
"If Sirius ever tells you guys these dirty jokes again, remember to beat him up," Kayson said with a fighting expression in an instant.
"No problem, Professor." Harry nodded seriously, then took a pixelated apple from the fruit basket and started eating it.
"I came to see if you were alright. I'm relieved to see you're alright. I'm leaving now." Kayson said, slowly standing up and leaving the Hospital Wing.
burp burp...
Riddle Manor...
" Snape, come! Snape, come!"
Enraged, Voldemort roared, his hands trembling.
"Hey, Snape is still at Hogwarts," Bellatrix said humbly as she walked over.
"He's coming soon! Tell him to come see me quickly!" Voldemort roared.
"Yes."
Soon, Voldemort, sitting in his chair, heard the sound of his cloak fluttering. He looked at Snape.
"How was I killed?" Voldemort asked.
" Kayson Heath and Dumbledore."
Snape explained.
"Isn't Dumbledore dead?!" Voldemort suddenly drew his wand and pointed it at Snape.
"I'm sorry, everyone, it's obviously fake news," Snape said, bracing himself under pressure.
"You have disappointed me greatly, Snape."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"You know, what I dislike most is hearing people apologize. I need you to make amends to me," Voldemort said quietly.
What should I do?
"Use what you're best at. If you can kill any one of Kayson Heath, Dumbledore, or even Grindelwald for our cause, I'll be very happy."
"Go do it now," Voldemort said quietly.
"I will go," Snape said.
"What do you plan to do?" Voldemort then asked.
"Using what I'm best at, I'll use Potions."
"Are you confident?" Voldemort then asked.
"No, because Kayson Heath possesses a magic capable of removing any external force from the human body." Snape shook his head.
"I don't like doing things I'm not sure I can handle." Voldemort shook his head, then sat up from his chair. "You know, Snape, our fighting ability is seriously mismatched with Hogwarts now. Hogwarts has Dumbledore, Kayson Heath, and Grindelwald."
"They can even find Mordred Voldemort Modred.
"..." Snape stood on the ground, his gaze constantly shifting towards Voldemort.
"So now, if we want to maintain the balance, we can only use every means to weaken the power of Hogwarts, don't you think?" Voldemort said quietly from behind Snape.
"That's right." Snape nodded in agreement.
"We not only want to kill Dumbledore and his two high-level combatants, but we also want to kill everyone else who disobeys us, even if they are just fools who can't even cast Fiendfyre."
"Aren't you right?"
"Excuse my bluntness, but this is not good for the reconstruction of the magical world after the war," Snape explained.
"But it would be of great benefit to our current ability to defeat Hogwarts."
"We can exploit the fear of the masses, just like we did twenty years ago," Voldemort said quietly.
Snape was now completely baffled as to what Voldemort was up to.
"So, what should I do, you little brat?"
Voldemort slowly pulled his wand from his pocket. "You must answer me, whether Dumbledore's so-called 'illness' was a real illness that was eventually cured by Kayson Heath, or whether you have deceived me."
"Also, why did Harry Potter appear on the road I would have to take to leave Hogwarts?"