novelnext Chapter 440 is actually a message.
Chapter 440 is actually a message.
Chapter 440 is actually a message.
"Albus—what brings you all here?" As Dumbledore sat down, the members of the Order of the Phoenix also slowly took their seats. Moody spoke immediately, "It must be related to Voldemort, right?"
"Hmm—Alastor—" Dumbledore seems to have a good relationship with Moody—he even calls Mr. Moody by his first name instead of his surname.
But then again, weren't they old comrades-in-arms from the first battle against Voldemort? This seems normal enough.
"And you only gathered the three of us—that means—the conversation must be related to battle, right?" Moody paused, then continued, "Has Voldemort returned?"
"No, Alastor," Dumbledore chuckled softly. "I just wanted to share some information with you."
I don't believe it—you must be plotting something wicked again, right? You wicked Dumbledore!
Loila didn't believe him at all; every time he offered help or information, it would lead to work.
"I've recently received some news," Dumbledore said, his expression gradually turning serious. He glanced at the three people present and slowly said, "Voldemort has been resurrected."
"Hmm?" Loila paused, while Lupin beside her frowned. Snape subconsciously rolled up his sleeve as if looking at something, and Moody slowly said, "Are you sure—Albus?"
"What is the source of this information?"
"I'm almost certain," Dumbledore said slowly, "As for the source of the information—"
"All I can say is that it's related to prophecy and Harry."
"Mr. Potter?" Loila paused for a moment and muttered the name unconsciously.
Was Mr. Potter a prophet?
"Miss Hamilton—you must know that Voldemort's Killing Curse left more than just that lightning bolt on Harry," Dumbledore said slowly.
"Hmm?" Why is it that again—something with a hidden meaning?
As Loila was pondering, she suddenly heard a soft sound beside her.
The next second, Moody was already pointing his wand at Professor Snape.
Huh? Huh?
No way—what's going on here?!
Loila stood there, unsure of what to do, but Lupin, standing beside her, drew his wand and aimed it at Professor Snape.
"Snape—what is your purpose in hiding this from us?" Moody asked slowly, holding up his wand and looking at Snape seriously.
Lupin gritted his teeth and held up his wand.
"Don't do this yet—Alastor, and Remus." Snape, his face grim, didn't speak, but Dumbledore did: "Severus didn't hide anything from us."
"It's that Voldemort deliberately hid it," he said, shaking his head slightly. "He's far smarter than before, isn't he?"
As he spoke, Snape, whose face was grim, slightly raised his arm, showing everyone his pale wrist, on which was a hideous and terrifying skull.
Did Professor Snape have this kind of hobby?
And what does this hobby have to do with Voldemort?
Looking at the others who seemed to have grasped something, Roy was completely baffled. Wait—can someone explain this to me?! I know absolutely nothing about Voldemort or Death Eaters!
Lupin seemed to have read Royla's mind, and he whispered, "That's the mark of the Death Eaters—if Voldemort were to rise from the dead, that black skull would pulsate slightly."
"It's as if it's come back to life."
Ok?
Why does Professor Snape have this on him?
Is joining the Death Eaters your hobby? No, wait, if you joined the Death Eaters, how did you join the Order of the Phoenix in front of Dumbledore?
Are you perhaps a spy?
Loila immediately felt admiration for Professor Snape. On one hand, he had to serve a bad guy like Dumbledore, and on the other hand, he had to serve a villain like Voldemort—it must have been tough for you, Professor Snape.
Seemingly after confirming that Snape was alright, Moody slowly sat down and said, "So, Albus—anything else?"
"Does anyone know where he's hiding?"
"I've already been to where he's hiding," Dumbledore said, shaking his head slightly. "There's nothing there."
"What a cunning eel," Moody scoffed. "Perhaps we need a hunting dog."
"If there really are hounds—then let's find the ones in Hogwarts first." Snape, who had been silent until now, spoke slowly, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "And the murderer is Sirius Black."
"So many Aurors couldn't find him—he's harder to find than a rat, isn't he?" Snape said, looking at Lupin.
Loila also subconsciously looked at him.
Mr. Lupin's face was indeed very grim—after all, Sirius was once his friend! But don't worry, Mr. Lupin, I was the one who killed Karkaroff; Sirius didn't lay a hand on him yet.
Of course, such words of comfort did not reach Lupin's ears; he simply said slowly, "I will catch him."
"That had to be—I believe you wouldn't deliberately—hide anything because of our past relationship, right?" Snape's words were full of sarcasm, making Lupin grit his teeth and glare at him.
"Sirius's matter is not as simple as it seems," Dumbledore said, and with his words, Snape's sarcastic remarks came to a temporary end.
Dumbledore looked at the three people present and said slowly, "And Karkaroff's death—was not simple either."
Hmm? You discovered something too? Don't say that all of a sudden!
Lupin spoke up then: "But besides the Death Eaters, no one else had a motive to kill him, did they?"
"After all, he's always wanted to get along with Harry, hasn't he?"
"That's precisely why it's a bit strange." Dumbledore said, shaking his head slightly before changing the subject: "But what we need to be wary of now is the unknown darkness."
"The darkness from Voldemort." He said, looking at the three of them, "Alastor—I hope I can ask you for a favor."
"Yes." Moody slowly stood up upon hearing this. "That's why I came here."
"The investigation into Voldemort—I hope I can entrust it to you."
"I'll catch him by the tail." Moody nodded seriously.
"Severus," Dumbledore paused before saying, "I'm leaving Harry's situation to you."
"He still has a lot to learn—"
"Headmaster Dumbledore—I think perhaps I'm more—" Lupin had just begun to speak when Dumbledore shook his head: "No—Remus."
"Your task is to investigate Sirius Black," Dumbledore said, lowering his voice. "Only you can do this."
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Lupin was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
And what about me? What's my job? Although I didn't mean to want a job—but you've already called me here—
Are there always assignments to write?
"Miss Hamilton, you—" Dumbledore paused suddenly as he looked at Loyla, then gave a soft laugh.
"Could you wait a moment?"
"After everyone has left?"
Huh? Is this my mission or some kind of secret mission?!
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