Chapter 148 Belief

"I can teach you how to use the sharpest and most effective spells on the battlefield, maximize the efficiency of potions, delay death and heal injuries, and also help build Marseilles into an indestructible city. However, the internal A collapse will make everything we discussed useless, Mr. Phil Garcia. "

The rotunda of Ilvermorny was cleared except for a giant round table in the middle, with several drawings spread out randomly on the round table. The drawings are filled with neat and detailed annotations. A corner of a topographic map that had been casually rolled up and thrown aside accidentally showed up. The square and square structure did not look like Ilvermorny at all.

A closer look only makes people more frightened. That complete map, also full of marks, was clearly a miniature model of the Magic Congress.

In the center stood a thin man with sallow skin, his wand casting spots of light on the map. The light spot moved extremely slowly. His speaking speed was also extremely slow, almost coming out word by word, as if it took a lot of energy for him to utter each word.

Everyone around the round table headed by Phil Garcia, whether they were professors or young students, listened patiently, adapting to the extremely slow speaking speed, without any intention of interrupting.

He looked less like a guest than the headmaster of Ilvermorny College.

"Strong will is better than any fighting skills, Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized before leaving. Ilvermorny has not been interfered with, our will and belief are not so easily shaken," Phil Garcia picked the words Ming, "We cannot do without your help at this time, Professor Snape."

Severus Snape snorted when he heard the will of faith, and drank a bottle of potion. The color of the potion was It was dark and not a good thing at first glance, but he drank without changing his expression: "If you still need to rely on my help, then let alone the entire Massachusetts and New York Magical Congress, can Ilvermorny keep the city?" It's a problem," he spoke much more fluently after a bottle of potion was put down, "That boy Potter is arrogant, incompetent, lazy, and good at recruiting people."

He shouldn't say such words often, it seems to be praising others. , but always sounded awkward: "Look at the small group gathered around Porter, you must at least learn from Porter, instead of just giving empty lectures, Mr. Garcia."

"This battle is extremely difficult. Ours What our opponents offer are benefits that are both irresistible and extremely poisonous, and we can only give you nothing but repeatedly depicting the value of faith and will, and the absurdity and danger of God’s theory. Your will is our real help. With role models,” Phil Garcia’s hazel eyes were more charming than his words. He sighed lightly, and the light in his eyes fluctuated accordingly. He said nothing, but it seemed that he had said everything, "Once the power was yours, but now... no one will know about you. Your contribution and your responsibility in this war."

He seemed to be purely curious and sincerely asking for advice: "Do you regret it?"

The hall fell into absolute silence for a while. Snape silently tapped the empty medicine bottle again and again.

"Never," he said softly but firmly, the weak words slipping away as soon as they brushed against his lips, "I am now under close surveillance and cannot stay for a long time, but I will inform the current President of the Magic Congress Vio at any time. Any movement."

When he turned to leave, his robe raised wisps of dust. His thin figure staggered with every step, but he cast the dark shadow outside the door so decisively.

"Sir, sir, you have to live," Phil Garcia shouted several times, "at least you have to live until that day."

A few wisps of cigarette ashes were bounced directly to the carpet, and were soon accepted by the dusty carpet , the two are integrated into one. The office of the President of the Magic Congress, which should have been spacious and bright, was now filled with smoke, outlines of two figures confronting each other inside.

"Stop pretending, Ivan. It was you who planned Christine's death, pushed me to take the position of President of Magical Congress at this very moment, forced me to comply with the large number of petitions from the North American wizarding community, and to abandon the law of secrecy and accept your leadership. "New Order," she exhaled another wisp of smoke, which she has smoked continuously since taking office, "You have gone too far and interfered too much. We agreed at the time that you would focus on hemp. " Chicken, let me handle the wizard's side."

She shook her cigarette butt and said, "You don't really like the world of No-Majs. You fall in love with fighting for power with a group of No-Majs."

"The new world for Liz has already taken shape. ," Ivan faced Viola's puffs calmly, and no matter what she said, she maintained the perfect disguise of a politician, "In the new identity registration system, people who are born with magical powers will It starts with the highest level. A large number of social welfare privileges are directly opened to wizards. There is no need to hide in a corner and face the death penalty for seriously injuring a No-Maj homeless man in self-defense. I can kneel in front of Liz's grave now and tell her that I am. I have never let her down, and I have never hated her."

Only when talking about Liz did her disguise reveal an inch of tenderness: "And her biological sister did the first thing after becoming the president of the Magic Congress. What's the matter? You can't wait to blame me for not getting the maximum benefit for you," he leaned on the table and looked at Viola at eye level. Ivan usually doesn't get angry. He has long understood how useless anger is. However, it is more terrifying than being angry. "The case of Liz decades ago is right in front of you. According to the current situation, it is nothing but He could overturn the verdict for her with just a stretch of his hand, and even make her a victim of the old society."

He took the cigarette butt in Viola's hand, took a puff, and pressed it heavily into the ashtray: "Why don't you do it?"

" Ivan, Ivan, you haven't changed at all, you are still a dog. Back then, your father picked you up just to be Liz's playmate. You really think of yourself as a human being, and now you have found a new master. , especially that little girl, what kind of soul-stealing curse was cast on you, is it worthy of your dedication and sacrifice?" Ivan's straightforward question completely hit Viola's pain point, she raised her wand and pointed it at Ivan, "Since you think it is good for Li Your gift has been delivered, so go down and accompany her. Don't worry about your master, your successor will greet them well."

Ivan blinked after hearing the last sentence.

"Those are the only ways you can do it after all these years. You don't dare to kill me, let alone have someone replace me with polyjuice potion." He was confident. "How do you know which teams I have cultivated to ensure that the person who succeeds me has nothing to do with it?" You can easily move between No-Majs and wizards. Now the two worlds are involved in your whole body. If the impostor fails, it will be you who will be implicated. Don't think about Legilimency and Veritaserum. When it comes to Occlumency, we are here. Almost."

He turned away the wand: "Let me guess, the person who replaces me is a wizard or a No-Maj. Of course, it doesn't matter. It's just out of curiosity." He sent the wand towards her, " I came here today just to tell you that my promise to Liz has been basically completed. The rest of my life will be to maintain this order."

"From now on, I don't know you. We will no longer have anything other than fighting for power. "Come together," he walked into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of powder and the flame turned green, "Next to the children's nursing home, next to Liz's grave, I also reserved a cemetery for you."

He smiled at the last moment when he disappeared. Then he waved to her: "I hope the last time we meet will be there."

Viola pushed everything on the table to the ground, and only a broken mirror survived. She grabbed the mirror and roared viciously at the blank mirror: "That villain Maurice Bernard is going to surrender with that island. The island cannot fall into their hands. Greengrass, you promised, I will cooperate with you to deal with Bernard and take back the island. I will give you one last chance, otherwise I will capture you and your family even if you are hiding in Hogwarts."

The face of Albert Greengrass suddenly appeared on the mirror, looking as if he hadn't been able to sleep for several days: "Of course. Even if we fail, we signed a contract and were prohibited from revealing the existence of anyone. The contract is very important to Morris." It works for Bernard, and it does the same for me," he answered without much emotion, "No matter what happens, it can't be involved with my daughter, otherwise it will be a disaster."

The green lake outside the castle basement window shines in Albert Green. Glass's face was covered with a halo of light, and Astoria was lying on the bed, her body still twisting unconsciously.

Even though the curse in her body was slowly relaxing, the pain was still tormenting her.

Albert Greengrass tucked Astoria in, kissed his daughter's forehead tenderly, and then exited the dormitory and walked to the common room. A large number of students chose to stay in school, but almost all Slytherins decided to leave school and go home. The already deserted common room was frighteningly empty.

Daphne stared blankly at the fireplace without much fire, wondering what she was thinking. Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw his father coming down. He immediately turned around and continued looking at the fire.

These days, every time father and daughter meet, they are so awkward and relatively speechless.

Today, Albert Greengrass was uncharacteristically sitting on the armchair next to her and started talking: "You have been running around with Potter Granger and the Order of the Phoenix recently. What are you planning?"

He seems to really care about his daughter's daily life, but this daily life is not that ordinary.

"It's none of your business." Daphne glanced at her father, very wary in this regard, "Whatever I do has nothing to do with you."

She still felt aggrieved after all, and pinched herself hard: "Mom knows what you did. I got seriously ill afterwards. If you don't take good care of Leah and your mother, why are you asking?"

I thought the family was not broken up enough.

I wanted to ask a question in return, but in the end I didn't say it.

"This road is very difficult. Both Potter's parents are dead, and half of the Weasley family is in the Order of the Phoenix. Granger was willing to give up and cast a forgetting spell on his parents so that they could live without burden. Xiaodi, you and them It's different. You still have to take care of Leah and your mother." He accepted Daphne's cold eyes and contempt. "You have to protect yourself at any time and at any time, understand?"

"Why are you preaching to me? It's you, Leah... ."

She choked completely when she touched her father's extremely sincere eyes, and the tears she held back fell from the corners of her eyes. After all, it was the nature of a father and a daughter, and she always felt that her father tonight was too abnormal.

"I was a failure as a father. I was easily blinded by ambition and desire. I signed a deal with the devil and almost destroyed the entire family." He looked at his now slim daughter with both relief and reluctance. "It's okay. , My daughter is not affected. Xiaodi and Leah are well-behaved and kind-hearted, and they love this family far more than I do."

"What do you want to do?" Daphne vaguely guessed that her father was going to do something big. She grabbed him desperately, "How long have we been back and our family has been well together? What do you want to do?"

She beat him hard, as if she could vent all the resentment, anger, and disappointment in her heart in one breath: "Lia is not healed yet. What else do you want to do?"

Albert hugged his struggling daughter and patted her back to comfort her gently: "Xiao Di, you are my sister. Leah liked to stick to you when she was a child. Do you still remember? "No matter how much he said, he didn't answer Daphne's question directly, "Let's take care of this family with Leah and mother, okay? Don't let the family break up again."

A silent spell made Daphne fall softly into his arms . , he helped Daphne up and raised his hand to make the stove burn extra high, dispelling the chill in the whole room.

"Have a good sleep, Xiao Di," he caressed his daughter's eyebrows, and also placed a soft kiss on her forehead, "When you wake up, just treat it as your useless father and abscond." When

he raised his eyes again, all his tenderness was gone. Go, look at the blank picture frames in the lounge and don't know who you are talking to: "I will do what I promised. But no matter what, you must ensure the safety of little Delia. Even if Hogwarts is occupied in the future Breaking through, I also ask Little Delia to be the first to escape."