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Snape came back from his brief contemplation, looking at Dumbledore with a cold gaze, his tone revealing a hint of urgency.

"Where is he now?"

Dumbledore raised his head, his tone still calm.

"He should be in Hogsmeade. Calculating the time, he should be there now."

Before he finished speaking, Snape had turned around and strode towards the exit, his black robe drawing a neat arc behind him.

His steps were hurried, and he obviously did not hesitate at all.

"Hey, Severus,"

Dumbledore called behind him.

There was a bit of helplessness in his tone, "I still need your help with my arm."

Snape did not even turn his head, and his voice floated over coldly.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, anyway, I won't die."

After that, his figure disappeared in the shadow of the exit, leaving only the familiar footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.

Dumbledore looked at his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

He whispered to himself, with a bit of ridicule and emotion in his tone.

"Oh, he really treats Li's son as his own son."

Professor McGonagall, who was standing aside, couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head gently.

"There's no way, after all, he saved his life back then. He can't repay this favor in his lifetime."

Dumbledore turned to look at McGonagall, with a little fatigue in his eyes.

McGonagall nodded at him and then said.

"Okay, Headmaster, I'll leave first. There are still some things to deal with."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and watched McGonagall leave.

The corridor returned to silence, leaving only a few slight echoes.

The two pieces of chocolate on the table were still intact, exuding a faint sweet fragrance.

However, the two professors chose to ignore them at the same time, and each left the room with their own thoughts.

After everyone left and the corridor returned to silence, Dumbledore slowly took out the candy in his arms.

Those were the chocolate beans he had just handed to Snape, but he had coldly rejected them.

His fingertips gently peeled off the candy wrapper, revealing the round surface of the chocolate, which exuded a faint sweet fragrance.

He put the candy into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue felt the silky sweetness melting, with a hint of warmth, as if it had slightly soothed the unspeakable loneliness deep in his heart.

He walked to the Mirror of Erised, stood in front of the mirror, and stared at the mirror quietly.

Gradually, a picture emerged in the mirror - a dining table, with warm lights sprinkled on it, reflecting several familiar faces.

Aberforth sat at the table, grinning loudly and heartily.

Ariana sat beside him, holding a cup of hot cocoa in her hands, with an innocent smile on her face.

And his parents, looking at everyone at the table with loving eyes.

The family sat together, with all kinds of chocolate desserts on the table, and their eyes finally focused on Dumbledore in front of the mirror.

Everyone was smiling, as if inviting him to join this warm family gathering.

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London.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, fifth floor, spell injury department.

In the dim corridor, only a few magic lamps were suspended in the air, emitting a faint light, reflecting on the white tiles with a white fresh smell.

In front of the nurse's station, a nurse was talking in a low voice with a doctor.

"I'm really sorry, Mellymp, I asked you to cover for me so suddenly."

There was a hint of uneasiness in the nurse's tone, and she was holding a pile of documents in her hand.

Doctor Mellymp smiled slightly, and his voice was almost calm.

"It's okay, Irene. Anyway, I'm divorced, and I don't need to worry about my family."

Irene was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect the other party to mention divorce in such a bland tone.

She smiled awkwardly.

"Well... thank you. To be honest, you look much better than after the last attack. Then I'll leave first, be safe."

"Bye."

Mellymp's voice was still gentle, with a professional smile on his face, watching Irene walk down the stairs.

However, when Irene's figure completely disappeared at the corner of the stairs, the smile on Mellymp's face instantly faded, like smoke blown away by the wind.

Mellymp slowly sat down on the chair behind the nurse's station, his movements smooth but somewhat mechanical.

He reached into the pocket of his wide white coat and took out an envelope.

The address of the mailing place was written in smooth handwriting on the surface of the envelope: Durmstrang School of Magic.

Mellymp stared at the envelope for a while, his eyes calm, as if he was looking at an item that had nothing to do with him.

Then, she skillfully tore open the seal, pulled out the letter, and began to read.

The dense handwriting on the letter looked a little blurry under the light, but Mellymp's eyes were motionless, scanning every word.

There was no expression on her face, as if the content was just pure words, without any emotion or meaning.

A few minutes later, she folded the letter and put it on the table beside her.

Then, she opened the drawer of the nurse's station and took out a blank parchment and a feather pen from it.

Melinpu spread out the paper, holding the quill pen in the air, and paused for a few seconds.

She stared at the white paper with a deep and empty gaze, as if she was thinking, or just in a daze.

After a while, she started writing, her movements were a little stiff, and every word seemed to be deliberately carved out.

"Dear Professor Christiansen, hello:

We welcome your decision to come early to repair the soul detector. At that time, we hope you can provide the specific time and itinerary of your visit so that we can arrange relevant matters..."

Just as she lowered her head to write the letter, she didn't notice or couldn't notice at all that two people walked past her.

They were still talking.

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