Chapter 290 Old Si, You Cross the River and Destroy the Bridge

"Call God to protect you." The voice of the mantra was low and magnetic, with a hint of gentleness.

The silver magic light gushed out from the tip of the wand, like yarn, smoke, and mist, rolling on the ground.

In an instant, silver seedlings grew out of the mist, quickly uplifting, growing branches and leaves, and stretching.

As if it was raining against the sky, clusters of silver mist in the mist drifted towards the sky, turning into the sky on the ceiling of the office.

Amidst the mist, in the depths of this silver forest, a vague curtain floats, like an aurora.

A doe came out slowly from behind a tall tree.

Following behind it was an old woman on crutches.

His face was gentle and kind, his eyes full of wisdom were full of smiles, he squeezed his toothless mouth, and looked at the two brothers, Albus Dumbledore and Aberforth Dumbledore.

The two brothers looked at each other in disbelief. Perhaps in their minds, the image of the younger sister still maintained the picture before she died, or the portrait hanging on the wall of their living room.

"Arianna?" brother Albus asked tremblingly.

"Arianna!" Younger brother Aberforth rushed over regardless, but was enveloped in silver mist and could no longer get close.

Even so close to face to face, death still builds an insurmountable bridge for both sides.

"Brother." Arianna's old voice was a little muddy, but with inexplicable lightness, "You all have beards!"

Nor are there any special words.

It hit the hearts of the two elder brothers so hard.

Hot tears flowed down from his eyes unstoppably.

Elder brother Albus took a deep breath, sadly, smilingly, trembling lips, wanted to say hello, but couldn't say anything.

"Ah~~~" Aberforth wailed, pushing hard on the invisible wall in front of him.

"Really." Arianna turned her head and wiped her eyes, and looked at Aberforth with a smile, "How old is he, and he doesn't look like he's grown up."

With a sullen face, Snape retreated to the distance, grabbed Anton by the collar of his shirt, and left the office.

Close the door gently.

The two of them leaned against the wall in silence, both feeling heavy and unwilling to speak.

In the sleeve of the loose wizard robe, Anton caressed the Gaunt ring inlaid with the resurrection stone, and sighed faintly.

Dumbledore must have wanted to resurrect his sister.

but……

Apparently, just like Lily Potter, Ariana has a life of her own in the world of the dead. Although the clothes are not gorgeous, they are also exquisite and elegant, and they are obviously living a good life.

Even if the Dumbledore brothers really wanted to revive their sister, they had to see if Ariana from a hundred years ago could really adapt to life here.

Sometimes life is like this, if you miss it, no matter how monstrous the means are, it will be too much to cover.

Snape's Patronus Charm didn't last long, but the two brothers stayed in the office for a long, long time.

Indistinctly, you can hear your brother crying sadly, "Albus, I know, I know, it was all my fault back then, if I didn't stop you..."

There is also the brother's gentle comfort, "There is no point in distinguishing whose fault it is. Ariana is happy there, Aberforth, and we should be happy for her too."

Having said that, my brother's words were full of unspeakable sadness.

for a long time.

The office door slowly opened.

Aberforth walked over, his eyes were red from crying on his old face, he looked back with some reluctance.

Albus (Headmaster Dumbledore) smiled slightly, "Maybe we shouldn't bother her anymore."

"I...I understand." Aberforth struggled to show a smile that was uglier than crying.

He turned his head and walked over, bowing heavily to Snape.

Anton hurriedly stepped aside, but Snape grabbed him forcefully, pulled him to his side, and accepted Aberforth's salute.

"Thank you, Professor Snape, I don't even know how I can repay you."

Snape shook his head silently, "Albus Dumbledore has taken care of me a lot, as it should. And I can cast such a spell with the help of my student Anthony Weasley."

Aberforth looked at Anton, and saluted again.

Anton quickly grabbed the old man, "Don't do this, you should, you should, Principal Dumbledore is very good to me."

Aberforth looked at him with a smile, and rubbed Anton's hair with his old wrinkled palms, "What a good boy."

He didn't say anything more, and looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression, then turned and left.

Dumbledore also looked at his younger brother's back with a complicated expression, sighed, patted Snape on the shoulder, and left without saying anything.

Snape stared at Old Deng's back, "Is it true that everyone who sees a dead figure can only get despair?"

Anton shook his head, "At least we are lucky enough to meet again."

"Really?" Snape was a little melancholy, and without saying anything, he greeted Anton into the office.

Anton decided not to talk about this topic. Life and death are always so heavy, and it is better to do something meaningful for living people to make people happy.

"You said that the meaning of learning potions is to help the people we want to help."

He opened the snuffbox, took out a bottle of potion, and placed it gently on the desk.

"Get rid of the human body deformation potion, it's ready."

Anton spread his hands, "There is no guarantee that it will be useful. You know, potion research is like this. But I promise that it is made according to the potion formula we researched, and the production is very good."

The potion was light green in color, glowing faintly, with white threads of light twisting in the potion.

Snape glanced at Anton in surprise, drew out his wand and gently pressed it against the glass bottle, squinting his eyes as if sensing something.

"As long as you strictly follow the formula, even if it doesn't work, it won't affect the patients, I'm pretty sure of that. And..." Snape picked up the glass bottle and stared at the luster inside, "It must be useful, this is My confidence as a Potions Master."

Anton made a tactical retreat.

Is it really good for you to boast of being a master of potions like this?

Snape smiled lightly, "If you didn't have such arrogance, how could you have achieved such an achievement."

Well, you are amazing, you are awesome, everything you say is right.

Anton stood up, rubbing his hands impatiently, "Then let's give her some medicine and turn her back into a wizard completely. There must be too many things to do, maybe we can find her a tutor to teach her." Teach the most basic life skills?"

Snape moved his fingers slightly, and the glass bottle containing the potion disappeared.

He stared at Anton, dragging his voice, "I think, the rest is my business."

Anton looked at him in surprise, "What do you mean?"

The office door behind him opened slowly without wind, Lao Si pointed to the door, "Maybe you should go back?"

It seems doubtful, but there is an unquestionable determination.

To put it simply, what the hell is this old Si crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!

Anton's eyes widened, "I didn't give it to you to verify whether the potion works! I really care about her! That werewolf, after all, I brought it back from the Forbidden Forest!"

Snape just looked at him with a smile, his finger still pointing out the door.

On his face, there was a thick fake smile that couldn't go away.

Anton curled his lips, "OK, OK, I'll go."

Who is this!