Chapter 947 What made you win Dumbledore's favor?
"Um...where am I..."
After an unknown amount of time, Snape finally woke up. However, he was not fully awake yet. He lay there, looking at the clear sky with only blue left in front of him, and he looked a little dazed.
It wasn't until something stepped on his arm that Snape finally remembered what had happened.
No, he should be in Nurmengard, but where is this? !
Nurmengard can't have such a clear sky, nor can it have snowy 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 moment, he felt a pain like needles pricking his whole body, and his neck, which had just been raised, quickly fell down again.
His action also startled the little thing that was lying on his arm and trying hard.
Sniff raised his head nervously and met Snape's gaze.
Each of them looked at each other and sniffed.
Although he was caught in the act, the arrogant Niffler did not give up. Instead, he continued to pull hard at Snape's wrist.
"Save your energy. Don't waste your energy. You can't get that thing off." Another voice came from the side.
Snape turned his head subconsciously and saw Kyle skillfully grabbing the Niffler'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 good. It was not stolen by that little guy. In fact, it can't be stolen."
Snape looked solemn. The moment he saw Kyle, he stood up subconsciously. The severe pain made him unable to hear what Kyle said.
"Why are you here, and...where is this...what's wrong with me..."
"You have a lot of questions, Professor Snape." Kyle glanced at him, waved his hand and conjured up a chair behind him, even thoughtfully adding a layer of cushion.
But Snape didn't appreciate it. He didn't even look at the chair, let alone sit on it.
Kyle didn't care. He just looked at Snape and asked, "First of all... you really don't 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 apart by someone, and even his memory became confused.
But fortunately it was just chaos.
Snape tried to calm himself down, and then pieced his confused memories together bit by bit.
During this process, his expression became more and more serious.
"Where is this?" Snape asked in a low voice, with a hint of anxiety that he could not conceal.
"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 Fawkes. Professor Dumbledore probably wanted me to help." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "As for the Dark Lord, he's dead..."
"Impossible!" Snape's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Nothing is impossible, and there's no need for me to lie about something like this." Kyle shrugged.
Since he had nothing to do anyway, Kyle simply recounted what had happened since 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 his death, Snape's breathing became noticeably heavier.
This is the only experience he still remembers vividly.
In fact, Snape had already woken up 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.
He felt his jaw moving in pain, challenging Kyle and mentioning Connor's name.
He had been deliberately hiding Connor's existence from Voldemort, and even risked being exposed by using the Oblivion Charm on some Death Eaters.
But Voldemort knew it anyway.
Snape's heart tightened, but soon, the previous memories came flooding back like a tide.
He heard Kyle's solution and felt the fear from the red-eyed monster.
That was Voldemort's fear, because Kyle's method was correct, using the Killing Curse to destroy the two consciousnesses in his body together.
Even Snape had to admit that this decision was the most correct and effective.
Then he saw a green light, which should be the Killing Curse, the red-eyed monster... Voldemort left him and ran away.
The memory disappeared here. After being abandoned by Voldemort, he fell into a coma again, and then what just happened happened.
Snape stretched out his hand and tried to move it... It was strange why he didn't die.
Snape couldn't remember the angle and direction of the Killing Curse and couldn't think of how he could avoid it.
Not only he couldn't think of it, Voldemort couldn't think of it either, otherwise the monster wouldn't have run away in panic.
but……
Snape subconsciously clenched his fists, and the needle-like pain came again. It was a pain from the depths of his soul, and it was also the "wound" left after Voldemort forcibly pulled his consciousness out.
This pain was even more unbearable than the one he felt on his body. Snape gritted his teeth hard to prevent himself from crying out.
But this action involved his face, which hurt even more.
Snape still forced himself to hold back, his lips almost pressed into a line... Even if he bit his teeth to pieces, he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of Kyle.
Snape was trembling 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, "So it seems that you already know that what I said is true, right?"
There was no answer. After a few minutes, Snape opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice:
"I remember that you asked that witch to cast a killing curse on me..." He looked at his body, "What on earth am I now..."
"Oh, you're still alive." Kyle interrupted him before he could finish.
"Congratulations, Professor. You have achieved the same feat as the Savior. You faced the Killing Curse head-on and survived."
"That's impossible." Snape said with certainty, "No one can survive the Killing Curse. The so-called savior is just Li... Someone used a special protective spell on him."
"You want to say Lily Evans, right?"
Kyle seemed not to notice Snape's increasingly cold face, and continued to talk to himself, "Is it possible that you, like Harry, survived the Killing Curse because of special magical protection?"
"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." Kyle waved his hands quickly without waiting for Snape to speak.
"Kanna saved you."
"Connor..." Snape's whole body tensed up instantly, and he looked around hurriedly.
"She's still in Hogwarts now. She's safe." Kyle explained first, and then continued: "Remember when you met in that 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 look of disbelief that Connor gave him.
"In fact, Connor already knew at that time 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 arm.
"Well... you know, it's the sniffing instinct, there's nothing I can do about it." Kyle was a little embarrassed.
Snape didn't say anything because he had already seen the silver phoenix-shaped ornament on his wrist.
He was sure that he did not have such jewelry, and even if he did, he would not be able to wear it.
"This is what Kanna gave you. It's an alchemical item that can resist the killing curse."
"What did you say?" Snape raised his head suddenly, "Resist the Killing Curse..."
"I think she probably thinks you are in greater danger among the Death Eaters, so she gave this thing to you, hoping to save your life at the 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?"
"Speaking of which, it's also about you, Professor." Kyle spread his hands, "Do you remember one Christmas when we agreed to go find Nicolas Flamel together?"
That was a few years ago.
"That's right." Kyle said, "At that time, you gave her a bottle of Phoenix Potion and asked her to give it to Nico as a Christmas present. I guess you must want to use this gift to make Nico remember Kanna.
"After all, Phoenix Potion is a rare commodity even for Nico, who has lived for more than 600 years."
Snape said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.
There is nothing wrong with admitting it. Almost all wizards in the magical world want to meet Nicolas Flamel. It is a rare opportunity, so naturally more preparation is needed.
What's more, he has a special identity and will think more.
"You still don't understand Nico," Kyle sighed. "He has seen all kinds of good things. How could he accept such an expensive gift from a child?"
Snape's eye twitched.
What kind of talk is this... Of course he didn't know Nicolas Flamel, he had never even met him.
In the entire British wizarding world, excluding Dumbledore, the number of times all wizards have met Nicolas Flamel combined may not be as many as Kell alone.
Snape couldn't understand why both Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel were so optimistic about Kyle.
Especially Dumbledore.
His eyes had always been on Harry for a long time, and Snape knew this best. The Chamber of Secrets where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden in his first year was the training ground that Dumbledore tailored for Harry.
But I don't know since when, Dumbledore's attention has gradually shifted to Kyle, until recently, Harry has been left alone.
Oh, and this time...it was clearly to deal with Voldemort, but he only asked the Phoenix to bring Kyle and didn't even mention Harry.
Where is the destined enemy?
Snape shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He said, "Connor told me that Nicolas Flamel took the potion."
"Yes, he accepted it," Kyle said, "but later Nico made the bottle of Phoenix Potion into an alchemical item and gave it to Kanna as a Christmas gift..."
Alchemical items...Snape lowered his head subconsciously.
"Yes, that thing on your wrist," Kyle said, "Kanna has been wearing it ever since that day, and she couldn't take it off, just like Sniff couldn't get it off your wrist just now.
"At first I thought that only Kanna could use this thing, but now it seems that it has something to do with bloodline or source... After all, you were the one who brewed that bottle of Phoenix potion."
"Wait, how do you know that you can't take this thing off once you put it on." Snape's ears twitched. He didn't care why this thing appeared on him, but squinted at Kyle.
"Don't tell me you've ever thought about this thing." Snape demanded, his tone unfriendly.
"I don't have it." Kyle's mouth twitched. No matter what, he couldn't take Kanna's things, especially the thing 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 down."
"See, you still want it."
"I said, I didn't." Kyle rubbed his forehead, not understanding why Snape suddenly became so obsessed with this issue.
"Fawkes was by my side at the time, so I didn't need any alchemical items to resist the Killing Curse."
"Ha, who knows," drawled Snape.
Kyle suddenly regretted saving him. He should have let Voldemort stay in his body a little longer.
And now is not the time to talk about these things. Compared with these unimportant things, Kyle wants to know more about why Snape and Voldemort came here, and why Grindelwald left Nurmengard...
Thinking of this, Kyle suddenly paused.
"Professor Snape, are you trying to change the subject?" he asked softly, "You are deliberately changing the subject so that I can ignore Grindelwald's matter."
Snape's face instantly turned cold. "You don't need to know this, and I won't tell you."
"In fact, I am 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 were you thinking? You actually let the leopard run in the forest with a box in its mouth..."
"It's safer this way, isn't it?" Kyle explained, "After all, few things can be faster than a panther. This way, even if you are defeated, Grindelwald will..."
Having said this, Kyle suddenly shut his mouth because he saw another person walking up from behind Dumbledore.
"Go on." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, as if smiling, "How am I?"
"You... are fine." Kyle curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Dumbledore blankly.
What’s going on? Don’t fight anymore?
reconciled?
No way... This doesn't fit Dumbledore's character.
Or did Dumbledore forgive Grindelwald because Ariana didn't die?
"Ah, there's nothing we can do about it." As if he saw Kyle's confusion, Dumbledore raised his hand helplessly and waved it forward.
His hand went straight through Kyle's arm.
"I can no longer hold the wand, so there is no point in continuing."
"Is that so..." Kyle silently took two steps back.
"Relax, let go of your wand. I don't want to attack you for the time being." Grindelwald said calmly, "I hope you can accept my advice. If not, I don't mind changing my mind."
Kyle moved his hands behind his back and tucked his wand back into his sleeve.
He was not afraid of Grindelwald, but because he was an old man who had been imprisoned for seventy years, he gave him face.
"Why, Professor?" Kyle couldn't help but look at Dumbledore. "If you want to find me, just ask Fawkes to come. Why do you have to come here?"
"I must explain, it wasn't me." Dumbledore shook his head, "I didn't say anything, it was Grindelwald who found the panther and opened the box.
"He knows Newt, so he is familiar with this kind of magic prop."
"So how's my cat leopard doing..." Kyle asked nervously,
"Don't worry, it's fine," said Dumbledore.
Before Kyle could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Grindelwald's face appear in front of him.
He seemed to have taken some care of himself. His originally skinny face looked 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 are the first person to find it.
"Tell me, what is the reason that made you win his favor?"
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