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A man and a statue confronted each other in silence, as if the air in the whole room was frozen. 、

The firelight of the brazier reflected on the smooth and flawless white body of Ravenclaw, adding a layer of slightly orange-red to its outline, but the expressionless face still made people feel strange and indifferent.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered slightly, as if waiting for the other party to speak.

The Ravenclaw statue shook his head slightly, his tone was low, but it revealed a certain unquestionable majesty.

"Okay, Albus, this is your choice."

Before the voice fell, it clapped its hands lightly, as if it had touched some hidden power.

Instant!

Dumbledore's figure suddenly disappeared!

Snape opened his eyes wide, shocked and almost speechless.

He stared at the place where Dumbledore stood just now - there was only an empty ground there, as if no one had ever existed. And the brazier was still burning, and the flames reflected on Snape's face, bright and ruthless.

"Go get what Tom wants."

A low voice sounded from the throat of the Ravenclaw statue, like the sound of stones rubbing against each other.

Snape froze for a moment, then realized that he was still kneeling on the ground.

He hurriedly got up, but couldn't help looking at the statue again.

He was silent for a while, his lips trembling slightly, and finally he mustered up the courage to speak.

"What did you... do to him?"

Ravenclaw glanced at him with an indifferent look, and his tone was still chillingly calm.

"I killed him."

Snape's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively took a step back.

"Killed him?"

He murmured and repeated, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

The statue nodded slowly and continued.

"I digitized him. His way of existence was completely changed, and he was wiped out from this world."

After the words fell, Snape seemed to have been drained of strength, staggered, and barely stood firm against the wall.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes lost focus.

Albus Dumbledore, the hero who was hailed as the greatest white wizard of the 20th century, the pillar of Hogwarts, and the one who ended the Dark Lord...was wiped out just like that?

There was no earth-shattering battle, no confrontation between light and darkness, just a few words, a move, and he completely disappeared.

"This is impossible..."

Snape murmured in a low voice, his voice was filled with pain, confusion, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

His fists were clenched, but his body was trembling slightly, as if he was questioning his own existence.

He suddenly felt that all his efforts seemed extremely insignificant - all his research, all his achievements, and even his loyalty to the Dark Lord, were meaningless in the face of such a transcendent power.

He was just an insignificant chess piece.

An ant that could be crushed at any time.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant and deadly, with only the flames in the brazier crackling. However, the next moment, the flames suddenly surged, as if they were injected with endless fuel and a nearly two-meter-high beam of fire rose!

The flames illuminated the entire room red, and people couldn't help but take a step back. Snape's eyes widened, and the wand in his hand almost fell to the ground. He had never seen such a weird scene.

"Hurry up, otherwise, you won't be able to leave."

The statue of Ravenclaw stared at the brazier without any fluctuation, and the voice was as low as a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart.

Snape's heart was pounding, and he was about to ask "what does it mean", when suddenly, there was a change in the fire beam.

A foot - poked out from the flame!

Snape was so shocked that he almost forgot to breathe. He blinked, wondering if he had seen it wrong. The flame was still burning violently, but the foot did not move at all, as if it was not burned by the flame at all.

Then, a leg, a hand, and then the whole body, the flame seemed to make way for the person, and the person walked out.

Snape's mouth was open enough to fit an egg.

"This... how is it possible..."

The man had a head full of silver hair, a straight figure, a smile on his face, and still held the familiar long-handled wand in his hand.

There was a gleam of wisdom in his blue eyes. It was Albus Dumbledore!

He had just been judged "erased" by Ravenclaw, but now he was standing in front of them alive again!

Ravenclaw tilted his head slightly and stared at Dumbledore. His plaster-like face showed no emotion, but his tone was calm and affirmative.

"Sure enough, Albus, the other half of the power of 'resurrection' is in your hands."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, and his eyes moved between Ravenclaw and Snape.

Snape finally understood that the confrontation in front of him was far beyond the scope of magic he could understand.

He trembled slightly, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he didn't dare to stay for another second. He immediately walked around Ravenclaw, bent down and grabbed Wormtail, who was still limp on the ground.

Wormtail was covered in water, his face was full of fear, and he was still muttering.

"This is not real, this must be a dream..."

Snape glared at him fiercely and scolded in a low voice.

"Shut up!"

Without hesitation, he dragged Wormtail's body and ran quickly towards the broken trapdoor.

However, just as he was about to step into the cellar, Dumbledore's voice came from behind him, low but clear throughout the room.

"Severus!"

Snape's figure suddenly paused. The familiar tone and the steady call shocked his heart.

He stopped and turned around, but did not speak.

The two looked at each other for a second, and Snape finally gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away.

He lowered his head and dragged Wormtail, and went into the cellar without looking back.

"Is he the most trusted subordinate?"

Ravenclaw stared at the direction where Snape disappeared, his tone calm and low, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Dumbledore.

He sighed softly.

"Get used to it, betrayal is always very frequent."

Then he turned to Dumbledore, with a patient and elegant admonition in his tone.

"Okay, Dumbledore, you still have a chance. Go back to sleep and pretend that nothing happened. Tonight - it was just a very unexpected full moon night, which led to the accident of the werewolf losing control on campus."

Dumbledore's expression did not fluctuate at all.

After quietly staring at Ravenclaw for a moment, he shook his head gently, with a slightly regretful smile on his face.

"Since he asked you to hold me back, then Professor, I have a question."

Dumbledore's words were gentle and calm, accurately inserting the core of the problem.

"I don't understand, what is the meaning of Tom taking this 'authority'? This is of no direct help to his plan."

Ravenclaw exhaled slowly, as if sorting out his thoughts.

You should know,"

Ravenclaw's voice was low and steady.

"The only gathering can bring a paradigm breakthrough. He is pursuing this thing. "

Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, his brows frowned slightly, as if he finally touched a truth that he didn't want to face.

His voice was a few decibels lower.

"He wants 'Him' to fall asleep completely?"

Ravenclaw nodded slightly, as light as a feather falling to the ground.

"Same as you,"

Ravenclaw continued.

"The same solution. And he is almost successful. "

Dumbledore's expression became more complicated, as if mixed with a hint of admiration, a hint of worry, and even a hint of regret.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as if to calm himself down.

"Well,"

He said softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I roughly understand what he wants to do."

His eyes reopened, and a firm light flashed in his blue eyes.

"But, sorry, professor. This matter cannot be done by him."

Dumbledore's wrist swung suddenly, and the flames in the brazier behind him immediately soared into the air, and the blazing flames turned into a brilliant golden red, swirling and rising around him.

The flames gradually condensed into shape, and a feather-like light shield surrounded him, with both burning heat and holy brilliance, like a phoenix protecting its master.

Ravenclaw did not move, nor did he show any surprise.

He just nodded slightly, and his tone was still calm and unsettling.

"Well, I expected it. "

After saying this, his eyes suddenly burst into light, as if stars were overflowing from his eyes, with some indescribable power.

Before Dumbledore could react, a powerful force suddenly attacked and instantly enveloped the two.

In a dazzling white light, the figures of the two disappeared from the room at the same time.

The room returned to silence, with only some scattered traces of fighting.

The broken trapdoor was still open, and the brazier was burning alone, with the fire reflected on the wall.

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