290 Old Si, you burn the bridge when you cross the river.
"Calling the gods to protect you." The voice of the mantra was deep and magnetic, with a hint of gentleness.
Silver magic light poured out from the tip of the wand, rolling on the ground like yarn, smoke, or mist.
In an instant, silvery seedlings grew out of the mist, quickly growing taller, growing branches and leaves, and spreading.
Like rain falling in reverse, the silvery mist in the mist floats towards the sky and turns into the sky on the ceiling of the office.
Amidst the mist, deep in the silver forest, a vague curtain floats, like an aurora.
A doe slowly walked out from behind a tall tree.
Following behind it was an old woman on crutches.
His face was gentle and kind, and his eyes full of wisdom were full of smiles. He pursed his toothless mouth and looked at the two brothers Albus Dumbledore and Aberforth Dumbledore.
The two brothers looked at each other in disbelief. Perhaps in their minds, the image of their sister still remained the same as before her death, or perhaps the portrait hanging on the wall of their residence.
"Ariana?" Brother Albus asked tremblingly.
"Ariana!" His younger brother Aberforth rushed over regardless, but was surrounded by silver mist and could no longer get close.
Even though they were face to face at such a close distance, death still built an insurmountable bridge for both parties.
"Brother." Ariana's old voice was a little muddy, but also inexplicably brisk, "You all have beards!"
It's not a special word either.
This hit hard in the hearts of the two brothers.
Hot tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.
Brother Albus took a deep breath, sadly, smiled, and trembled his lips, wanting to say hello, but no words came out.
"Ah~~~" Aberforth wailed, pushing hard on the invisible wall in front of him.
"Really." Ariana turned her head and wiped her eyes, looking at Aberforth with a smile, "You are several years old, but you still look like you haven't grown up."
Snape retreated far away with a sullen face, grabbed Anton by the back of his collar, and pulled him out of the office.
Close the door gently.
The two of them leaned against the wall in silence, both feeling heavy and not wanting to talk.
In the sleeves of his loose wizard robe, Anton rubbed the Gaunt ring inlaid with the Resurrection Stone and sighed quietly.
Dumbledore must have wanted to resurrect his sister.
but……
Obviously, just like Lily Potter, Ariana also has her own life in the world of the dead. Although her clothes are not gorgeous, she is also exquisite and elegant, and she is obviously living a good life.
Even if the Dumbledore brothers really want to resurrect their sister, they have to see if Ariana from a hundred years ago can really adapt to life here.
Life is like this sometimes. If you miss it, no matter how monstrous the means are, it will only be overwhelming.
Snape's Patronus Curse didn't last long, but the two brothers stayed in the office for a long, long time.
Faintly, you can hear the sad cry of your younger brother, "Albus, I know, I know, it was all my fault back then. If I didn't stop you..."
There is also the gentle comfort from my brother, "There is no point in distinguishing whose fault it is. Ariana is happy there, Aberforth, and we should be happy for her too."
Having said this, my brother's words were full of unspeakable sadness.
for a long time.
The office door slowly opened.
Aberforth walked over, his old face had red eyes from crying, and he looked back reluctantly.
Albus (Principal Dumbledore) smiled slightly, "Maybe we shouldn't bother her anymore."
"I...I understand." Aberforth struggled to show a smile that was uglier than crying.
He turned around and walked over, bowing heavily to Snape and saluting.
Anton quickly wanted to step aside, but Snape grabbed him hard and pulled him to his side, accepting Aberforth's salute.
"Thank you, Professor Snape, I don't know how I can repay you."
Snape shook his head silently, "Albus Dumbledore takes a lot of care of me, as he should. And I can cast such a spell only with the help of my student Anthony Weasley."
Aberforth looked at Anton and saluted again.
Anton quickly grabbed the old man and said, "Don't be like this, it should be, it should be, Principal Dumbledore is very good to me."
Aberforth looked at him with a smile, and rubbed Anton's hair with his old wrinkled hands, "What a good boy."
He said nothing more, looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression, turned and left.
Dumbledore looked at his brother's back with the same complex expression, sighed, patted Snape on the shoulder, and left without saying anything.
Snape stared at Old Deng's back, "Does everyone who sees the dead figure only get despair?"
Anton shook his head, "I'm lucky enough to at least see you again."
"Really?" Snape looked a little melancholy, and without saying anything else, he greeted Anton into the office.
Anton decided not to talk about this topic. Life and death are always so heavy for people, but doing something meaningful for living people makes people happy.
"You said that the meaning of learning potions is to help the people we want to help."
He opened the snuff box, took out a bottle of potion, and placed it gently on his desk.
"The potion to remove human body deformation is ready."
Anton spread his hands, "I can't guarantee that it will be useful. You know, potion research is like this. But I guarantee that it is made according to the potion formula we have researched, and the production is very complete."
The potion was light green in color, glowing with a faint light, and white threads of light were twisting in the potion.
Snape looked at Anton in surprise, took out his wand and gently pressed it against the glass bottle, squinting as if sensing something.
"As long as you strictly follow the formula, even if it has no effect, it will not affect the patient. I am very sure of this. And..." Snape picked up the glass bottle and stared at the luster inside, "It must be useful. This is
My confidence as a Potions Master."
Anton made a tactical fallback.
Is it really okay for you to boast like this about being a master of potions?
Snape smiled lightly, "How could such an achievement be achieved without such arrogance?"
Well, you are awesome, you are awesome, and everything you say is right.
Anton stood up and rubbed his hands impatiently, "Then let's give her medicine quickly and completely turn her back into a wizard. There must be too much to do. Maybe we can find a tutor for her."
One teaches the most basic life skills?”
Snape moved his fingers slightly, and the glass bottle containing the potion disappeared.
He stared at Anton and said in a long voice, "I think the rest is my business."
Anton looked at him in surprise, "What do you mean?"
The office door behind him opened slowly and automatically without any wind. Lao Si pointed at the door and said, "Maybe you should go back?"
It seems doubtful, but there is an unquestionable determination.
To put it simply, this guy is trying to burn bridges by crossing rivers!
Anton's eyes widened, "I didn't give it to you just to verify whether the potion works! I really care about her! After all, I brought that werewolf back from the Forbidden Forest!"
Snape just looked at him with a smile, his finger still facing the door.
On his face, there was a thick fake smile that could not be removed.
Anton curled his lips and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go."