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Chapter 332: The Dilemma of Resurrection Magic

"Mr. Black." Dumbledore felt a sharp pain in his temple.

James Potter's good friend, Sirius Black, naturally had no good feelings towards Snape.

Moreover, his reckless personality does not make him suitable to take care of Harry during this extraordinary period.

However, Dumbledore did need information on Sirius.

"Harry is currently undergoing further studies, so I'm afraid it's not convenient for him to meet you."

Sirius frowned, looked Dumbledore in the eye, and said, "Who is his mentor?"

"Well..." Dumbledore paused, his eyes wandering as he said, "There are many."

"Don't worry, the instructors at Hogwarts are all outstanding wizards. Harry is making rapid progress under their guidance."

"So, among these tutors, is Severus Snape?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then he explained: "You know, Mr. Black, in the entire wizarding world, no one's attainments in potions can match Severus."

"Mr. Dumbledore." Sirius sneered, "What does it matter if he is very good at potions?"

"First, he sided with Voldemort. Second, he had a grudge against Harry's father. Finally, I have a strong dislike for him."

Sirius spread his hands and continued, "Now I have changed my mind, Dumbledore."

"First, I want to see Harry immediately; second, remove Snape from the team of Harry's further education tutors."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and the magic around his body began to surge.

Sirius' pupils shrank and he subconsciously took out his wand.

The moment he pointed his wand at Dumbledore, a dazzling blue light hit his hand.

Sirius's wand spun out of his hand and landed in the distance.

Dumbledore pointed his right arm forward and raised the wand in his hand. Sirius' wand immediately flew back into Dumbledore's left hand.

"Instant silent disarming spell." Sirius rubbed his aching wrist and praised elegantly: "You are worthy of being the greatest white wizard in the world."

"I am not in the mood to talk to you about this now, Mr. Black." Dumbledore said seriously, "Tell me what Tom said, immediately, right now."

Sirius raised his neck and smiled like a proud wolf, "I stick to my terms, Dumbledore."

"You can't make me surrender."

"Black, I can tell you clearly." Dumbledore changed the way he addressed Sirius, "Snape is Harry's only mentor now."

"Besides, they are now at the hiding place of You-Know-Who's last Horcrux."

Sirius's expression changed, and he could no longer maintain his "noble demeanor", and shouted angrily: "How dare you?!"

"Dumbledore, James is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. He once bravely fought against You-Know-Who!"

"Is this how you treat his offspring?"

"So you are not going to listen to me?" Dumbledore said coldly, "just like you insisted that Peter be the Secret Keeper?"

"You!!" Sirius stomped his feet in shame and anger, cursing in words that no one else could understand.

"Mr. Black, I have no intention of revealing your scars." Dumbledore's tone softened slightly, and he continued, "But you have to know."

"It was Severus who told me about You-Know-Who's plan to murder the Potters, and I then had the Potters go into hiding."

"Also, although Severus has his issues with James, he only loves Lily and her children."

"So, I have to thank that guy Snape? He is good in every way? Is it James and I who are wrong?" Sirius stiffened his neck, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"This is your business, Mr. Black." Dumbledore looked a little impatient. "I have wasted too much time here with you."

"Harry is in danger now, and you are going to make the wrong choice for the Potter family again!"

"..."

Sirius stared at Dumbledore, his fists clenched tightly.

After a while, he finally lowered his proud head and said dejectedly, "Okay, I'll tell you."

"Tom Riddle said that the Hufflepuff Cup in his hand was taken away by a mysterious person."

"He rescued the last of the Malfoy bloodline from the Ministry, but he was injured."

"He will have someone hold back the Death Eaters, but the mysterious man will have to be dealt with by you, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore tossed his wand to Sirius and said, "Thank you for calming down, Mr. Black."

"It's getting late. I have to go to Hogwarts to get some help."

"Wait." Sirius looked pleading, "Take me with you, please. Let me see him. As his godfather, I have never held him since he was born."

Seeing Dumbledore's hesitation, he swore: "Don't worry, I will never conflict with Snape."

"And I will definitely follow your orders and will not disrupt your plans."

"I just wanted to see him and protect him."

"I'm still an Animagus, an unregistered one." Seeing that Dumbledore still refused to give in, Sirius decided to throw out his own trump card, "I can explore the secrets for you and keep watch for you."

Dumbledore's expression changed, and then he nodded.

...Snape's private laboratory.

"Harry, you learn very quickly. You have completely inherited your mother's talent in Potions. I don't think there is anything I can teach you anymore."

Snape hid the relief in his eyes very deeply.

Although he did it by looking at people through his nose, the effect was really good.

"This is all thanks to your teaching, Mr. Snape." As he spoke, Harry skillfully poured the freshly brewed potion into the potion bottle.

It took three days to drain all the Potions knowledge from Snape's head, but this was not Harry's limit.

It's just that Snape's energy is limited and he can't cope with Harry's endless demand for knowledge.

"By the way, Mr. Snape." Harry looked over Snape's nose, his eyes lingering on his heavy dark circles, and then said:

"Have you made any new progress on the magic to revive my mother?"

Snape shook his head slightly and said, "No, there has not been a single successful case."

"I feel that this ancient magic is incomplete. It is difficult for it to allow the undead to have their original personalities."

Harry followed Snape's gaze to the transparent glass dish in the corner of the laboratory.

These person-high glass vessels contain Death Eaters who were killed and then resurrected.

Some of them licked the glass with their tongues, some were immersed in the mud between their toenails, some were farting while standing upside down, and some were kneeling and praying.

In short, there is no normal one.

"Their souls were twisted during the resurrection process, but I don't know what twisted them!"

Snape sat down dejectedly and tiredly, staring blankly at the Gaunt Ring floating on the experimental table, "I have no talent for spells, Harry. I'm a waste..."

"A part of the deceased's body is watered with the morning dew of the moonless night, so that the dormant body can be awakened and enter a new reincarnation."

Harry chanted the spell to resurrect the dead. When the Death Eaters in the glass heard his voice, they all looked at Snape.

Their upper and lower teeth protruded outward, saliva kept flowing out from between their teeth, and they let out hungry growls like wild beasts.

"Wait for the master to hold the magic wand again, insert it into the heart of the fire dragon; Resurrection Stone, I command you to open the door to the underworld."

"Wand, wand, draw upon the power of the dragon and call upon the spirit of your master."

"A fine soul, God of Death, I will exchange with you."

"The blood of your enemies, xxx (name of the deceased), will appease the anger that disturbed your sleep."

"Tears of longing, xxx (name of the deceased), a warm hug will dispel the loneliness you suffer in the underworld."

"Resurrection, I will use half of my life to sign a symbiotic contract with you."

"On the way to the underworld again, you will never be alone with me."

After Harry finished reading.

The Death Eaters in the glass became more and more manic. They scratched the glass with their fingers and shouted frantically, "Severus Snape!"

"Severus Snape, come back with me!"

"Go back with me quickly!"

The saliva in their teeth overflowed even more, and their teeth colliding up and down vigorously, biting into the void at Snape's back.

To Harry's eyes, the emotions of these Death Eaters were colorless.

Even the ghouls have some red and green colors.

And the emotions of all these resurrected Death Eaters were a dark mass that kept twisting.

"The spell should be fine, Mr. Snape." Harry said softly: "The reason why the magic didn't work is probably because there is no one in the world who loves them."

"The person conducting the ceremony should not be the one who killed their enemy or the colleague who was under the control of the Imperius Curse."

Snape put his hands in his hair and said irritably, "I have the same guess."

"Although I can use my own life for the experiment, even if I die, you can still revive Lily."

"But I can't destroy her body."

"But where should I find someone who meets the requirements to release magic?"

Harry pursed his lips and was about to speak when he suddenly heard someone shouting outside:
"Mr. Snape, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore is here and he wants to see you."

Snape tidied his appearance a little and opened the door.

"Mr. Snape." The one who came to inform was a graduate of Slytherin College. He whispered, "Headmaster Dumbledore has brought an escaped prisoner from Azkaban."

"It's Sirius Black."

Snape was startled for a moment, then a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he replied, "It's him."

"He and Harry's father are best brothers."

The visitor looked at Snape with some surprise. He didn't expect Snape to react so calmly.

"I hope their brotherhood is real." Snape strode out, his expression becoming more and more impatient.

(End of this chapter)