Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 947 What made you gain Dumbledore’s favor?

"Um...where am I..."

I don't know how long it took, but Snape finally woke up, but he wasn't completely awake yet. He lay there, looking at the clear blue sky in front of him, feeling slightly dazed.

It wasn't until something stepped on his arm that Snape finally recalled what had happened.

No, he should be in Nurmengard, but where is this? !

Nurmengard can't have such a clean sky, nor can it have snow-capped mountains...

Wait, Merlin's beard, why can he see snow-capped mountains next to the forest...

Snape thought he had seen it wrong, and struggled to sit up, but at this time, he only felt pain like needles all over his body, and the neck he had just raised quickly fell down again.

And his movements also alarmed the little thing that was lying on his arm.

Sniff raised his head nervously, just in time to meet Snape's turned gaze.

They looked at each other as soon as they sniffed.

Although he was caught, the arrogant Sniff did not give up. Instead, he continued to pull **** Snape's wrist.

"Save it, don't bother, you can't get that thing off." Another voice came from the side.

Snape turned his head subconsciously and saw Kyle skillfully grabbing Sniff's neck, then making a standard throwing motion and throwing it far away like a Quaffle.

"Don't worry, Professor Snape." Kyle walked over and said to himself: "The thing Connor gave you is still fine. It was not stolen by that little guy. In fact, it can't be stolen either. ”

Snape looked solemn. The moment he saw Kyle, he subconsciously stood up. The severe pain prevented him from hearing what Kyle said.

"Why are you here, and...where is this...what happened to me..."

"You have a lot of questions, Professor Snape." Kyle glanced at him, waved his hand and conjured a chair behind him, and he even thoughtfully added a layer of soft cushions.

But Snape didn't appreciate it and didn't even look at the chair, let alone sit on it.

Kyle didn't care, just looked at Snape and asked: "First of all...do you really not remember what happened before?"

"What happened before..." Snape frowned subconsciously and let out a muffled groan.

He felt as if his consciousness had been squeezed and torn hard, and even his memory was confused.

But the good thing is it's just chaos.

Snape tried to calm himself down, and then pieced together the disturbed memories bit by bit.

In the process, his face became more and more serious.

"Where is this?" Snape's voice was low, with a hint of undisguised anxiety.

"This is my box. You can think of it as a portable tent with enough space." Kyle said.

"Why are you here?" Snape continued, "Where is the Dark Lord."

"I was brought here by Fox. Professor Dumbledore probably wanted me to help." Kyle thought for a while and said, "As for the Dark Lord, he is dead..."

"Impossible!" Snape's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Nothing is impossible, and I don't need to lie about this kind of thing." Kyle shrugged.

Anyway, he was idle, so Kyle simply told him what happened after he was brought here.

Snape did not interrupt him again, and kept listening quietly, frowning slightly from time to time.

However, when he heard that Voldemort had transferred his consciousness into his body before dying, Snape's breathing became obviously louder.

This was the only experience he still remembered vividly.

In fact, Snape was already awake at that time, but his consciousness was locked in a circle formed by a red-eyed monster. He was locked tightly and had nowhere to escape.

But he could feel it all too.

He felt his jaw move in agony, taunting Kyle and mentioning Connor's name.

He had been deliberately hiding Connor's existence from Voldemort, even risking exposure by using the Oblivion Curse on some Death Eaters.

But Voldemort still knew.

Snape's heart tightened, but soon the memories from before came flooding back.

He heard Kyle's solution and felt the fear in the red-eyed monster.

That was Voldemort's fear, because Kyle's method was correct, using the Death Curse to destroy both consciousnesses in his body.

Even Snape had to admit that this decision was the most correct and most effective.

Then he saw a green light, which should be the death curse. The red-eyed monster... Voldemort abandoned him and ran away.

The memory disappeared here. After being abandoned by Voldemort, he fell into a coma again, and then what happened just now.

Snape stretched out his hand and tried to move it... I wonder why he didn't die.

The angle and direction of the Death Curse in his memory made Snape really unable to think of what he had to do to avoid it.

Not only did he not think of it, Voldemort also couldn't think of it, otherwise the monster wouldn't have run away in panic.

But…

Snape subconsciously clenched his fist, and the needle-like pain came again. It was a pain from the depths of the soul, and it was also the "wound" left by Voldemort after he forcibly tore out his consciousness.

The pain was even more unbearable than anything else on his body, and Snape gritted his teeth hard to keep from screaming.

But this move also involved his face, which made it hurt even more.

Snape still endured it with force, his lips almost pursed into a line... Even if he bit his teeth into pieces, there was no way he would make a fool of himself in front of Kyle.

Snape was shaking all over and it took him a while to calm down.

"You weren't surprised just now, Professor." Kyle put down the camera in his hand with some disappointment. "It seems like you already know that what I said is true, right?"

There was no answer. After about a few minutes, Snape opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice:

"I remember, you asked that witch to use the death curse on me..." He looked at his body, "What am I now..."

"Oh, you're still alive." Kyle interrupted him before he could finish.

"Congratulations, Professor, you have achieved the same achievement as the savior, and you are still alive after facing the Death Curse head-on."

"This is impossible." Snape said with great certainty: "No one can survive the death curse. The so-called savior is just Li... someone used a special protective spell on him. "

"You want to say Lily Evans, right?"

As if he didn't see Snape's increasingly cold face, Kyle said to himself: "Is there a possibility that you, like Harry, are protected from the world by special magic?" He survived the death curse."

"This is impossible..." Snape's voice suddenly paused and he looked at Kyle with complicated eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not me, and it can't be me." Before Snape could speak, Kyle waved his hand quickly.

"Kanna saved you."

"Connor..." Snape instantly became tense and looked around hurriedly.

"She is still in Hogwarts at the moment and is safe." Kyle explained first, and then continued: "Remember when you met in the corridor of Hogwarts?"

"What do you want to say?" Snape frowned.

Of course he knew where Kyle was talking about, but he didn't want to recall what happened at that time, or to be more precise... the incredulous look in Kangna's eyes when she looked at him.

"Actually, at that time, Connor already knew that you were not a real Death Eater." Kyle stretched out his hand and pointed at Snape's wrist.

"So before she passed out, she gave that thing to you." Snape subconsciously raised his head and saw several obvious scratches and a few short black hairs on his arms.

"Well... you know, this is the instinct of sniffing, there is nothing we can do about it." Kyle was a little embarrassed.

Snape said nothing because he had already seen the phoenix-shaped silver ornament on his wrist.

He was certain that he definitely didn't have such an accessory, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to wear it.

"This is what Kangna gave you, an alchemical item that can resist the killing curse."

"What did you say?" Snape raised his head suddenly, "Resist the Death Curse..."

"I think she probably thought you were more dangerous among the Death Eaters, so she gave this to you, hoping to save your life at a critical moment."

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me?" Snape still couldn't believe it, "But how could Connor have such a valuable thing."

"It also has something to do with you, Professor." Kyle spread his hands, "Do you remember that one Christmas, we made an appointment to go find Nicolas Flamel together?"

That was a few years ago.

"That's right." Kyle said, "At that time, you also gave her a bottle of Phoenix potion and asked her to give it to Nico as a Christmas gift. I guess you wanted to borrow this gift to let Nico remember Kangna. Bar.

"After all, Phoenix Potion is a rare item even for Nico, who has lived for more than 600 years."

Snape said nothing, acquiescing.

There is nothing to admit. Almost all wizards in the magic world want to meet Nicoléme. The opportunity is rare, so naturally more preparations must be made.

What's more, he has a special status and thinks more.

"If you ask me, you still don't understand Nico." Kyle sighed, "How could he accept such an expensive gift from a child when he has never seen anything good?"

Snape's eye twitched.

What are these words... Of course he doesn't know Nicoléme, he has never even met him.

In the entire British wizarding world, excluding Dumbledore, all wizards combined might not have seen Nicolémeil as many times as Kyle alone.

Snape couldn't understand why both Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel were so optimistic about Kyle.

Especially Dumbledore.

His eyes had been on Harry a long time ago, and Snape knew this best. The secret room where the Sorcerer's Stone was hidden in his first grade was the training ground tailor-made for Harry by Dumbledore.

But I don't know since when, Dumbledore's attention gradually shifted to Kyle, and until recently, Harry began to be left alone.

Oh, and this time...it was obviously to deal with Voldemort, but he only asked the Phoenix to bring Kyle, and did not mention Harry.

Where is the fateful enemy you promised?

Snape shook his head, stopped thinking about this, and said, "Connor told me that Nicolas Flamel kept the potion."

"I accepted it," Kyle said, "but later Nico made the bottle of Phoenix potion into an alchemy item and gave it to Kangna as a Christmas gift..."

Alchemical items... Snape lowered his head subconsciously.

"Yes, it's that thing on your wrist." Kyle said, "Kanna has been wearing it since that day and can't take it off, just like Xiu Xiu couldn't get it off your wrist just now.

"At first I thought this thing could only be used by Kangna, but now it seems that it must have something to do with the bloodline or the source... After all, you brewed that bottle of phoenix potion."

"Wait, how do you know you can't take this thing off after putting it on." Snape's ears twitched. He didn't care about why this thing appeared on his body, but squinted his eyes and looked at Kyle.

"Don't tell me you've ever thought of this thing," Snape demanded, his tone unkind.

"I didn't." The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched. No matter what he did, he couldn't possibly ask for Kangna's things, and it was something that Nico gave her to save her life.

"Then how do you know?"

"She wanted to lend it to me before, but she didn't take it off."

"See, you still want it."

"I said, I didn't." Kyle rubbed his forehead, wondering why Snape suddenly became obsessed with this issue.

"Fox was by my side at that time, and I didn't need any alchemical items to resist the Death Curse."

"Ha, who knows," Snape drawled.

Kyle suddenly regretted saving him. He should have let Voldemort stay in his body for a while longer.

And now is not the time to talk about this. Compared with these unimportant things, Kyle wants to know what Snape and Voldemort are doing here, and why Grindelwald left Nurmengard...

Thinking of this, Kyle suddenly paused.

"Professor Snape, are you changing the subject?" He asked softly: "In order to make me ignore the matter of Grindelwald, you deliberately changed the subject."

Snape's face instantly turned cold, "You don't need to know this, and I won't tell you."

"Actually, I'm actually curious too." Dumbledore's voice came from behind.

"Oh, Kyle, it's not easy to find you." He looked at Kyle and couldn't help but said: "What on earth do you think, let the cat and leopard run in the forest with the box in its mouth..."

"It's safer this way, isn't it?" Kyle explained: "After all, few things can surpass the speed of Cat Leopard. In this way, even if you are defeated, Grindelwald will..."

At this point, Kyle shut his mouth suddenly because he saw another person coming from behind Dumbledore.

"Keep talking." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes with a half-smile, "How am I doing?"

"You... are pretty good." Kyle twitched his lips and looked at Dumbledore blankly.

What's going on here, don't fight?

Reconciled?

No way...this is not in line with Dumbledore's character.

Or did Dumbledore forgive Grindelwald because Ariana didn't die?

"Ah, there's nothing we can do about it." As if seeing Kyle's doubts, Dumbledore raised his hand helplessly and waved forward.

His hand passed directly through Kyle's arm.

"I can no longer hold the wand, so there's no point in continuing."

"That's it..." Kyle silently took two steps back.

"Don't be nervous, let go of the wand, I don't want to do anything to you yet." Grindelwald said calmly: "I hope you can adopt my suggestion, otherwise, I don't mind changing my mind."

Kyle moved behind his back and put the wand back into his sleeve.

He was not afraid of Grindelwald, he just wanted to give him face because he was an old man and had been imprisoned for seventy years.

"Why, Professor?" Kyle couldn't help but look at Dumbledore, "If you want to find me, just ask Fox to come. Why do you have to come here?"

"I have to explain, it wasn't me." Dumbledore shook his head, "I didn't say anything. It was Grindelwald who found Cat Leopard, and it was he who opened the box.

"He knows Newt, so he is very familiar with this kind of magic prop."

"So how's my cat leopard doing..." Kyle asked nervously,

"Don't worry, it's okay," Dumbledore said.

Before Kyle could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Grindelwald's face appearing in front of him.

He seemed to have taken care of himself, his skinny face was much rosier, and his messy hair was cut short, making him look much neater.

"I have a question." He looked Kyle up and down, "Albus Dumbledore never told anyone the address of Nurmengard, and you were the first to find it.

"Tell me what exactly made you favor him."

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(End of chapter)