Wherever Wizet looked, those "marks" transformed into countless images, overlapping yet distinct, blooming like a kaleidoscope...
The deep night was like a drawn curtain, and bright daylight swept it all away...
Majestic mountains rose from the ground, while sudden lakes appeared, reflecting the mountains upon their surfaces...
The lights along bustling streets resembled a brilliant river of stars, stretching into the distance before becoming a tranquil forest...
It was not only a dazzling array of landscapes that emerged; figures appeared as well.
These figures varied in form, age, gender, skin color, clothing, and location, yet all of them wore smiles...
But Wizet had no attention to spare for any of it. He felt as though he stood beside a storm-tossed sea, while the images shown by those "marks" were towering waves.
At that very moment, the "marks" crashed toward him with overwhelming force, instantly swallowing him and robbing him of consciousness...
With the start of summer vacation, Hogwarts became deserted. Even many of the ghosts had left the castle to visit ghosts they knew.
Snape, who had left early, returned and knocked on the door to the Headmaster's Office. "Knock, knock, knock."
Dumbledore's voice rang out. "Severus, come in!"
"What exactly did you do to the Dark Lord?" Snape strode up to the desk and asked bluntly. "Will he hide again?"
"I've waited a long time already... And that boy—you told me before that his protection would only last until he came of age. If the boy comes of age and the Dark Lord is still hiding..."
"I believe that by then, even without our help, he will be able to face Voldemort," Dumbledore said.
"Severus, you should be able to see it, shouldn't you? He has grown very quickly this year! He's becoming more and more exceptional."
Snape