German Wizarding World, Shafiq Family Manor, Garden.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
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In the colorful and fragrant garden, a 7-year-old boy was waving his wand to cast a levitating spell on the flowers on the ground.
There are flowers of all kinds of strange colors all around. These flowers more or less exude strange magic fluctuations. The flowers are of different colors. The flower bed is very elegant when combined.
Next to him, an old middle-aged man was sitting on a chair with a smile on his face, watching his grandson practice the spell.
Not far away, there were several servant-like beings standing around, cheering up and watching everything.
As the little boy cast the floating spell again and again, soon, the flowers that had fallen on the ground began to float, drifting towards the broken flower branches.
Seeing this scene, the slightly older middle-aged man on the side nodded slightly.
When he see the flowers and the broken branches connected to each other.
Stretching out the wand and tapping it lightly in the air, the broken flowers were connected together as if they had never been broken.
Seeing this scene, a joy flashed across the boy's face.
At the same time, a voice of praise came from my ears.
"Haas, my good grandson, you are really a genius. Your father could not be as good as you when he was a child."
Hearing his grandfather's praise, the little boy Haas Shafiq looked excited.
Then, he heard his grandfather say again: "Come on, Haas, put the larger flower next to it back in its place."
As he spoke, Philo Shafiq stretched out his wand and waved it lightly, and the transparent wind blade lightly passed by.
A larger blue flower fell to the ground on the side.
"Okay, Grandpa."
After hearing this, Haas replied excitedly, then waved the wand in his hand and cast the floating spell again on the blue flowers.
On the side, Philo Shafiq was lying on the seat leisurely observing his grandson's movements.
As the patriarch of the Shafiq family in Germany, he is very concerned about the growth of his grandson.
When Haas was 5 years old, his bloodline awakened and his magic power rioted. He was undoubtedly a genius.
For any pure-blood family, the quality of the heir can directly affect the rise and fall of the family.
His son Pablo Shafiq cannot be said to be a fool, but he is a mediocre person.
Fortunately, he can still live for a long time and be able to take care of his grandson as he grows up.
When the time comes, some of the family's relationships and inheritance can be slowly handed over to him.
The Shafiq family in the German wizarding world is not like the Shafiq family in the British wizarding world that has declined directly, and is even close to extinction.
Although their family is not as powerful as the Shafiq family at its peak, its influence in all aspects is not weak.
As for the reason
Philo glanced at the magic mark on his right arm, and a trace of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.
The outer edge of the mark is a triangle that symbolizes the invisibility cloak, the inner part is a circle that symbolizes the Resurrection Stone, and the vertical bar interspersed in the middle symbolizes the Elder Wand.
This is the mark of the Alliance, a symbol of following Lord Grindelwald.
Yes, he is part of Alliance. He followed Lord Grindelwald when he was young and became a core figure in the Alliance.
With this relationship, he maintains good contact with many wizard families and powerful wizards among the Alliance.
Therefore, although it suffered a strong blow from the Ministry of Magic after the Alliance failure, he still persisted. Now, it has returned to normal and even achieved further development.
Although Lord Grindelwald chose to 'self-imprison', the Alliance did not despair and just remained silent.
They believe that Lord Grindelwald is just waiting for the right time, and when the right time comes, the Alliance will sweep in.
All for the greater good! ! !
While Philo Shafiq was leisurely observing his grandson practicing magic.
suddenly
Philo felt the magic brand on his right arm heat up.
Buzz!
The next moment, a blue flame appeared beside him.
After noticing this familiar scene, Philo was a little surprised, but it quickly turned into enthusiasm.
Finally, he finally got what he had been waiting for.
Philo immediately stood up, touched his left shoulder with his right hand very respectfully, and slowly lowered his head to show respect.
At the same time, he whispered: "Respect to Lord Grindelwald, your loyal believer Philo Shafiq, listen to your call."
From the words, one can still hear the excitement that cannot be concealed.
The grandson Haas next to him looked at this scene curiously, not quite understanding his grandfather's actions.
Walking to the side, he was a little curious, but asked seriously: "Grandpa, who is this?"
"Shut up." Philo Shafiq whispered seriously, which made Haas a little aggrieved.
Philo ignored his grandson's expression. He quickly pulled his grandson in front of him, and through his magic power, he said: "Haas, say hello to Lord Grindelwald according to the method I taught you before."
After hearing this, Haas seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.
Looking at the cluster of blue flames in front of him, he quickly put his right hand on his left shoulder and lowered his head to show respect like his grandfather.
At the same time, he said timidly: "Dear Lord Grindelwald, Hass Shafiq greet you. The Shafiq family obeys your call."
Although Philo on the side was a little dissatisfied with his grandson's voice being a little soft.
But there was no time to say anything.
because
The blue flame changed, and a familiar face formed by the flame slowly appeared.
Thousands of miles away in Nurmengard, Grindelwald saw this scene happening in the Shafiq family garden, and a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes.
And Philo Shafiq heard a sentence coming from the blue flame face: "Philo, I see the loyalty of the Shafiq family."
"Now, you can activate the Alliance, wait for the opportunity, and complete the mission."
After saying that, Philo saw a small part of the blue flame branching off and flying towards his grandson Haas.
In the blink of an eye, it landed on his grandson's eyebrows.
Then, a familiar mark of a saint appeared between his eyebrows.
Seeing this scene, Philo's eyes flashed with ecstasy, and he quickly said respectfully: "Lord Grindelwald, thank you for your recognition of the Shafiq family."
"The arrival of your will is the glory of the Shafiq family. We will fight to the death to complete it."
Grandson Hass was given a mark between his eyebrows, which represented acceptance by the Alliance, especially given by Lord Grindelwald himself.
This means that in the future, as long as his grandson does not make mistakes, he can take over all the relationships he has managed in the Alliance and maintain the stability of the family.
You know, although the Alliance have been hit before, they have even been divided.
But as the core, Gellert Grindelwald, does not perish, and the Alliance will not disperse.
As long as Lord Grindelwald calls, all the former Alliance will return again, even those who have been divided long ago.
However, this time, no words rang in Philo's ears, he just saw the blue flame disappear.
At the same time, a letter slowly floated towards him.
After Philo saw it, he took it with both hands respectfully, looked around, and dismissed his grandson and servants.
Then he opened it carefully.
The tasks assigned by Lord Grindelwald must be completed.
As he slowly opened the letter, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "Summon the Alliance. Hide your identity and suppress everything about Gilderoy Lockhart."
Hogwarts, Snape's office.
Snape looked at the pale golden potion in front of him.
There was a trace of enthusiasm, hesitation and struggle in his eyes.
The potion of pure blood was successfully refined, and the effect was even better than he originally expected.
It was so good that he was reluctant to give it to Lockhart directly.
If he down this bottle of magic potion and took it himself, his strength would undoubtedly rise to another level.
It is very likely that he will get a chance to take revenge with his own hands. At least he will be able to fight against the seriously injured Dark Lord.
This is what he has dreamed of.
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Hogwarts, Snape's office.
Snape sat at his desk, with a cup of tea placed in front of him, and opposite him, there was also a cup of tea.
In the middle of the two cups of tea, there was a bottle of light golden potion.
At this moment, Snape looked dimly at the bottle of potion that could purify the wizard's blood, and the tea opposite him.
A sigh flashed through his heart, but it soon turned into determination.
Then, he waited silently for the arrival of Gilderoy Lockhart, the owner of this bottle of potion.
At this moment, Lockhart walked out of his office in a happy mood.
He received a message from Snape that the pure blood potion he wanted was finally successfully refined.
He couldn't wait to drink the magic potion, purify his bloodline, and once again absorb the incomplete dimensional origin power snatched from the dimensional god Dormammu.
The corridor was very quiet at night, and the students had all returned to their dormitories.
Even if a student occasionally wanders at night and sees his figure, they will leave quickly for fear of being caught by him.
Well, he actually enjoyed catching the students wandering around at night.
After Lockhart had captured two or three nocturnal students, among the students, in addition to the title of Rich Professor, he also had a new title - Night watchmen.
He stayed up most of the night and came to catch them like a night watchmen.
After Lockhart found out, he smiled and didn't take it seriously.
A professor who doesn't get criticized by his students is not a good professor.
Lockhart was convinced of this.
However, he didn't have time to play with the students today, so he strode towards Snape's office.
After a while, he arrive before Snape arrived in the office.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Snape, it's me." Lockhart said in a brisk voice.
"Come in."
Click!
After hearing Snape's low and serious voice as usual, Lockhart opened the door directly and entered.
He took a look at Snape, who was wearing black wizard robes, and the slightly dim office.
Lockhart joked: "Snape, you should listen carefully to my previous suggestion. Make this office brighter. Also, don't keep a cold face. Smile and you will look younger. You know, you are only 2 years older than me, but your serious face makes you look like you are 10 years older than me."
Snape's face was expressionless upon hearing Lockhart's joke.
Seeing Snape's indifferent expression, Lockhart felt bored.
Despite each quip, Snape remained aloof.
But for some reason, looking at Snape's cold face, Lockhart couldn't help but want to make a joke.
Maybe it comes from knowing about Snape's life.
A tragic character makes him feel emotional easily, and he subconsciously feels good about him.
Or, through Snape, he has obtained a lot of potion resources and has a close cooperative relationship, so he is more open-minded.
Of course, it could be both.
With his thoughts turning, Lockhart looked directly at the golden potion in front of the desk, and his eyes lit up.
He walked up directly, sat at the desk as usual, and asked, "Snape, this is the potion of pure blood."
Without waiting for Snape to answer, he sighed to himself: "Snape, you are indeed a top potion master. I can feel that there is a longing for it in my body."
Hearing this, Snape nodded and said, "Yes, this is the potion that can purify the blood of wizards. I named it - Witch Essence Potion."
"Witch Essence Potion, a potion that extracts the essence of wizard blood." Lockhart recited the name silently, and said with some disgust: "It is better to just call it Pureblood Potion. It sounds smooth and easy to understand."
Hearing Lockhart's disdain, Snape said calmly: "It doesn't matter, it's just a name."
"Okay, let's call the wizard's bloodline enhancement potion." Lockhart played with the light golden potion in his hand.
"Lockhart, I want to ask you something." Snape asked.
"Tell me." Lockhart put down the potion in his hand and said with a smile, "Just because you helped me refine this bottle of potion, if I can, I will help you out."
After Snape heard this, he picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.
He also greeted Lockhart: "Lockhart, try the tea I brewed. The tea you gave me last time was not used yet. I brewed a little to see how it tasted."
After hearing this, Lockhart, without doubting his presence, raised the tea and took a sip. After putting it down, he praised: "Okay, it seems that the quality of the tea I sent is good."
"Snape, what's the problem? Tell me."
Well, Lockhart could sense that it should be important that Snape asked the question.
Otherwise why treat him to tea?
"I want to ask." Snape asked directly: "Do you still have the dark golden clover you provided me last time, or other potions that can purify the wizard's blood?"
Hearing Snape's question, Lockhart reviewed it carefully and shook his head slightly: "The hundred-year-old golden clover I provided last time is the collection of a friend of mine. Later I asked specifically to see if he had any others. He didn't have it in his hands, and I didn't pursue it in detail later."
"Let's me look for it. If I encounter it later, I'll tell you."
At this point, Lockhart seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Snape, there is something I need your help with."
"Tell me." Snape took a sip of the tea in his cup, nodded and said, "It's within my ability, no problem."
After hearing this, Lockhart smiled, took a sip of the tea in the cup, and said, "Don't worry, it's definitely within your capabilities."
"It's like this. I have a friend who has an extremely special talent."
Lockhart thought for a while and organized his words: "Let's put it this way, his blood fuse with a spider."
"he was bitten by a spider, and he gained the ability if that spider. He became very sensitive, his body became much stronger, and his intuition was far beyond that of ordinary wizards."
"What I want to see is if you can find other spider-like magical creatures, and then make a potion from their blood to see if I can give other spider magical abilities to him."
After hearing this, Snape was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something?
Then, he sighed and said, "Although this matter is very troublesome, it is still within my capabilities."
"One day, call your friend over. I'll check his physique and prepare the relevant potions."
Hearing this, Lockhart drank a cup of tea again, smiled awkwardly and said, "This…. my friend is special."
"I'm afraid you can't meet directly."
Hearing this, Snape was a little speechless, but he glanced at the half-cup of tea in front of Lockhart, and said helplessly: "If I can't meet, it will be a bit troublesome."
"All you can do is provide me with his blood, and I will study it to see if I can make related potions." Lockhart felt a little embarrassed when he heard it.
he almost wanted to speak to Snape.
In fact, Snape has already seen the blood, and used the blood to refine the magic potion for him.
Finally, he nodded silently and said, "Okay, Snape, we'll talk about it later."
Hearing this, Snape nodded.
Then
"Lockhart, I want to ask one more thing." Snape asked again.
"Sure."
"I would like to ask, do you think I can buy the pure blood potion that I refined just now for 5,000 gold galleons?"
Snape asked silently.
Lockhart shook his head and said, "Snape, I'm afraid it's not possible now. I need this potion urgently."
"You wait for a while. After a while, I will see if there is a magic plant similar to the golden clover. Then you can try to refine it again."
Hearing this, Snape nodded again and said calmly: "Okay, no problem."
"If you are unsure, you can bring it over and I will evaluate it for free."
Hearing Snape's promise, Lockhart showed a smile on his face: "okay, remember your promise, give me a free appraisal."
"Yeah." Snape nodded slightly and hummed.
After talking to this point, Lockhart felt that it was almost done, so he responded: "Snape, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Hearing this, Snape said with emotion, "Lockhart, are you free?"
"If it's okay, I'm bored, would you like to chat with me and talk about the past when we were in school."
Hearing this, Lockhart was a little surprised, even a little surprised.
According to Snape's character, he shouldn't talk about the past.
But the blazing fire of gossip in his heart had already burned. He threw away all the doubts in his heart and immediately nodded and said, "sure."
With that said, he picked up the tea in front of him and took another sip, looking at Snape expectantly.
Well, he loved hearing gossip, especially Snape's gossip.
"You know what, Lockhart." Snape finished the tea in front of him and waved his wand.
The teapot next to them floated gently, filling the teacups in front of them with tea.
After finishing, Snape said: "I remember, you came to Hogwarts when I was in third grade, two grades behind you, so although we met occasionally, we didn't talk much. ."
"Yes." Lockhart nodded and joked: "I remember that you had already become famous in Slytherin House at that time, and a genius in the potion class."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Snape's stiff face, as if he was also recalling the memory of when he was called a genius.
But soon, his face returned to normal, and he continued to say slowly: "By the way, you still have memories of Potter, Sirius, Peter Pettigrew, and Lupin at that time, right?"
"Yeah." Lockhart nodded and subconsciously said with some rejection: "Yes, their group of four annoying prankster."
In his previous life, although he was not disgusted with noisy students, he was generally somewhat repelled by them.
Because it is usually very troublesome to teach such students, and they often make trouble for him, and he has to clean up the mess.
Snape seemed to hear the repulsive tone in Lockhart's mouth, and felt a little happy in his heart.
He continued: "You know Lily Evans, the Gryffindor genius in the same grade as me, right?"
"Of course, he is a genius in potions just like you." Lockhart already felt something was wrong in his heart.
He remembered that Lily seemed to have always been a pain in Snape's heart.
Except for Dumbledore, he would fall out with anyone who dared to bring up Lily.
"I grew up with Lily when I was very young." Snape said in a faint tone, "I have always had a good relationship with her."
"Including when school first started, although she was in Gryffindor and I was in Slytherin."
"Although her friends kept trying to persuade her at the time, saying she should stay away from me and Slytherin students."
"But she didn't care and was still willing to be my good friend."
"We ate together, read together, did homework together, and brewed potions together. We even went out for night walks together."
"I still remember that during our first night outing, she told me that it was actually against the rules."
"But later, when she saw me coming out, she also followed me for a night walk."
At this moment, Snape's eyes were a little dazed, as if he was recalling every good memory he had with Lily in the past.
When Lockhart heard this, although he obviously felt something was wrong, he felt a sense of sympathy in his heart and did not interrupt. He continued to listen patiently.
"I hate it, I hate it"
Having said this, Snape showed an expression of extreme hatred and self-blame.
"Why do I study dark magic? Why do I study it?"
"Why didn't I listen to Lily's advice then?"
"If I didn't study black magic at that time, I believe that Lily would never leave me."
"Absolutely not."
At this point, Snape's voice had softened, but Lockhart could still hear the strong regret in his tone.
He could only comfort him silently: "Looking at the past things from the present, there are indeed many things that were done wrong."
"But the past is the past after all, and I can't change it."
Hearing this, Snape nodded slightly, as if in agreement, or perhaps still immersed in regret, this was a subconscious nod.
Then, Snape's tone was filled with regret, jealousy, and deep hatred.
But he seemed to be pretending to be relaxed and said: "You should know what happened next."
"I hung out with Slytherin students and later joined the Dark Lord's forces."
"And Lily gradually distanced herself from me, and later even married James Potter."
Hearing this, Lockhart remained silent, as if he knew what Snape was going to say next.
Snape asked himself: "Lockhart, do you know why I later became the undercover agent sent by Dumbledore to infiltrate the Dark Lord?"
Without waiting for Lockhart to reply, Snape asked himself and answered: "Because of Lily."
"The Dark Lord is extremely tolerant of pure-blood wizards, but he hates Muggle wizards deeply. He basically kills every one he sees."
"Lily is a Muggle wizard."
"I begged him, really, I begged him with all my devotion, begged him to let Lily go."
"At that time, I knelt under the Dark Lord, offered my wand, and was willing to use everything I had in exchange for his kindness to Lily."
"The Dark Lord promised me, I heard he promised me. He promised me that he would not take action against Lily."
At this point, a trace of tears flowed from Snape's eyes, and he quickly disappeared.
If Lockhart hadn't been sharp-eyed and always paying attention to Snape's expression, he might have missed the scene just now.
"I believed in him, I refined potions for him, and fought for him."
"but."
Having said this, Snape's face showed a hint of ridicule, whether it was to ridicule Voldemort or himself.
"A prophecy, just a prophecy that I don't know whether it is true or not, he ignores all my efforts and all my loyalty."
"Ihe wants to take action against Lily, I have no choice but to beg to Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore."
When Dumbledore was mentioned, an inexplicable expression appeared on Snape's face. He didn't know whether it was sarcasm, hatred, or expectation.
"He promised me. I will deliver information for him, and he will protect Lily and keep her safe."
"But what's the result? What's the result?"
At this point, Snape's voice suddenly rose, full of anger.
But then it became low again.
"As you know, the Dark Lord is dead, and Lily is dead, she's dead."
"Dumbledore broke his promise."
When Lockhart heard this, his inner uneasiness became more and more intense. Such things should not be told to him.
Seeing Snape's expression of self-blame, regret, and pain, he could only comfort him: "What's in the past is in the past."
Then he heard Snape say in a faint tone.
"Dumbledore told me that the Dark Lord is not dead, he is still alive."
"One day he'll make a comeback. It's true. I saw him last year. The Dark Lord is coming back."
"Do you know what this means?"
Snape asked Lockhart, and then spoke directly without waiting for Lockhart to answer.
"Do you remember the name I gave myself last time I went to Knockturn Alley? Avenger, yes, my name is Avenger."
Snape said quietly.
"The Dark Lord is not dead yet, which means I can take my revenge and kill him."
"However, with my current strength, there is no way to kill him. It would not be easy for me to kill him."
"So, my initial idea was to use Dumbledore's power to completely kill the Dark Lord and avenge my Lily."
Hearing this, Lockhart had already come to his senses and looked at the pale golden potion that he had just played with on the table.
He was about to use his magic power and say something.
Suddenly
As if something had been touched, his brain began to feel dizzy.
For the first time, his spirit slightly touched the sling ring in his right hand, and the sling ring lit up slightly.
But the next moment, the body collapsed on the table, as if sleeping.
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