[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Thranduil and Elrond successfully got the teaching position, and Dumbledore was obviously quite satisfied with the two new colleagues-even if they were strange "wizards" who didn't use wands.

"For the sake of the children, the professors at Hogwarts shouldn't be too unique." Dumbledore blinked at the two elves, not feeling that his taste in clothing was also unique.

"Of course." Elrond nodded, he glanced at the time, "Severus is still waiting for us, so we left first, very happy to get this teaching position, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Hehehe, I am also very glad that Hogwarts has a professor like you." The old headmaster blinked, "I want to drink another glass of lemon honey, which is a rare delicacy."

Elrond paused, as if wanting to comment on the old wizard's sweet tooth, but remained silent.

"What a good boy." Dumbledore muttered to himself, but suddenly frowned—his intuition told him that something was wrong, and it seemed that he should stop using the catchphrase "good boy" casually in the future.

It's not that he didn't discover the peculiarities of Elrond and Thranduil, but since... the study of the Deathly Hallows ended, he already understood that there are some things in this world that should not be known.

The old wizard took a big gulp of the cloyingly sweet lemon honey, but the sweetness in his mouth couldn't match the bitterness in his heart from the past.

Some things are too late for him to understand, and some things...some things are not too late for now.

Albus Dumbledore remained silent until the door in front of him was pushed open again, and the unrecognizable former Hogwarts male chairman walked into the small dilapidated room with a pair of red eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, long time no see." Tom Riddle, who had changed his name to Voldemort, sat in front of Dumbledore with strides, and he could no longer see the shadow of the humble and gentle Slytherin student—that was because of his lack of strength. At times, he serves as a skin for camouflage.

At this moment, the magic power was surging all over Voldemort, the pure blood flowed in his body, and the power sang in the blood.He is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and Hogwarts castle should be open to him.

"Tom, regarding your application, unfortunately, Hogwarts already has a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them casually, speaking slowly.

The magic power made the blue in his eyes flow into a sea, even though his hair was gray and his skin was wrinkled, only those eyes were still as bright as when he was a boy.

"I don't think anyone is more suitable for this position than me." Voldemort felt a murderous intent in his heart because the other party used the title "Tom", but on the surface he only responded more arrogantly to the old man's rejection.

"Hehe, Tom, there has never been a wizard who is most suitable for a professorship, only a professor who is suitable for children and schools." Dumbledore took another big mouthful of the sweet drink, and said unhurriedly.

"And you don't think I'm suitable." Voldemort lowered his voice. In the cryptic power competition just now, there was still a gap between him and Dumbledore, and a hint of sternness flashed in his red eyes. The new favorite of the wizarding aristocracy, Slater Lin's leading snake just glanced at Dumbledore with a sneer.

"You're always so self-righteous, Dumbledore."

The honorifics were removed, and Voldemort no longer needed to hide himself in front of this old man, because the other party had always been his greatest enemy, and he knew his true colors well!

Unfortunately, if he was Albus Dumbledore, he would only kill the child the moment he saw Tom Riddle back then, and the disaster should be eliminated immediately.

Burning fire chest?That was just a trick.

Voldemort recalled the trembling and fear he felt in front of the flames. That was the first time he felt the power of a wizard, brought to him by this old man, letting him know what he could do by himself, and letting him learn to lie dormant and camouflage ... Then one day, he will fully return this feeling to Dumbledore through power.

—Let him taste the death and blood brought by power!

"I'm really self-righteous. I actually think I can turn a real poisonous snake around." Dumbledore's voice was a little tough. It was the Dumbledore that the students had never seen before, strong, sharp, like a sharp and irreversible spell.

He did not hesitate to respond to the provocation of the rising dark wizard who could no longer be suppressed by him.

As long as Albus Dumbledore is at Hogwarts, he will not allow Hogwarts to be meddled by Tom Riddle.

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The two elves went back to look for Severus as soon as they had achieved their goal. The owner of the store smiled at the two impressive guests, signaling that their children were still quietly staying in that inconspicuous corner .

——What a good boy!It doesn't look like the kid in my own family can only bluff and run around the street!

Elrond frowned as he approached the table.

This subtle movement was immediately caught by Thranduil. He gave the half-elf a puzzled look, and immediately felt a tiny trace of magic power remaining nearby.

In this magical world, every wizard will emit magic power, and each wizard's magic power is different.Although it will dissipate quickly, and ordinary wizards can't feel it, Thranduil and Elrond are not ordinary wizards.

With the keenness of the elves and the talent of the sentinel guide, they caught the trace of magic power—but with an ominous taste.

"Severus." Elrond walked over to the child who was holding a book in a daze.

The young wizard blinked his blank eyes, shook his head silently, silently put away the books at hand, and handed them to Elrond.

"Who has been here?" The Elf King didn't like to beat around the bush in this kind of place, so he asked directly.

"A...kid," Severus murmured, "he looks kind of weird."

He told Elrond and Thranduil that no one else saw the child but himself, but kept the guy's last words.

He knew that Elrond and Thranduil would definitely comfort him, but Severus Snape didn't need comfort, what he needed was the truth.

"Is there anything else you want to go?" Elrond noticed the child's silence, but he didn't say anything, just took Severus' hand and asked casually.

Severus shook his head.

"Then go home."

When night fell, the little wizard fell asleep.

When Thranduil came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, he saw Elrond meditating.

The gray eyes of the half-elf stared at the pattern on the wall, but his mind was wandering.

There was peace in his mental realm, no matter whether it was thunder or wind and snow, they were silently silent.

"Since we reconnected, we haven't seen Alpha and Palladia awake again." Sensing Thranduil's approach, Elrond withdrew his gaze and looked at his palm.

"You worry?"

The white lion and the white stag have been sleeping in the spiritual realm of Elrond. On the verdant tree planted by the Elf King, they are surrounded by golden light, as if they are storing strength for what is coming.

"In that world, people's soul body is a part of their own soul, and it is also the brand of the soul's original world-what do you think Alpha and Palladia will be?"

And why let them get the power of sentinel and guide?

The King of Elves sat beside Elrond, and put his arms around his beloved half-elf.

"What do you think they are?"

He knew that Elrond already had the answer in his heart, and of course he himself did, so he just wanted to see if Elrond's guess was consistent with his.

The elf lord's brows were a little dignified: "They may be... the toy box itself."

In Elrond's view, Alpha and Palladia are elves born after the toy box has been repeated countless times.Their hearts carry the pain of the tortured soul and the hope of escaping this reincarnation. It is the power that really pulls Elrond and Thranduil into the toy box.

Thranduil curled his lips.

"What a coincidence, I agree with you."

The Elven King leisurely picked up the wine glass that was always in the bedroom.

"However, Elrond, your expressions are too heavy. No matter what they are, our current situation will not change."

"I feel a similar aura to Alpha and Palladia around Severus."

This was why Elrond was really worried.

"There are some extra things mixed in the remaining traces of magic power, but... I am a guide, and I am more sensitive to this aspect."

"You think the world is a toy box too?"

This guess made the Elf King serious.

Elrond shook his head.

"No, this world has its own complete rules, and it's different from the power system of the sentinel guide. It can't be a toy box created by that evil god. But the existence of that 'child' is indeed strange. He seems to be related to Alpha and Pala. Dia is the same, but there is something absolutely different."

The elf lord turned his head to look in the direction of Severus' bedroom - ever since they brought Severus back, the child had been dull, wondering what he was thinking.

"I'm more worried about Severus."

"I don't think you need to underestimate Severus." Thranduil stroked Elrond's hand that was placed aside, "That child is protected by the Code of Death. There is no way to inflict fatal damage on him."

"That's what worries me, Thranduil. You and I understand that life will die one day, regardless of anyone's will, but Severus will not understand. The example of human obsession with life is not Never existed, let alone..."

What's more, the shadow of the death of Snape and his wife still hangs over Severus' heart, and he never retreats.