The prosperous London of the past is still wrapped in ice, like a huge piece of clear amber, freezing everything here in a certain moment.
In recent days, many living corpses have been gradually digging under the leadership of high-level kin, trying to reopen some roads to some usable buildings in this city of icicles - after all, the ice here was originally They were quickly poured and frozen by heavy rains. Many buildings were not filled with ice and could be used for normal living with a little cleaning.
However, because the ice that is condensed by rules in the city is extremely hard, even if it is only necessary to dig out a passage, it is not an easy task, so that the progress of the excavation seems a bit slow.
However, at this moment, deep in this extremely solid ice, there was a tall figure wandering among them. With every step he took, the solid ice in front of him melted away like spring snow. As he walked, a long and winding ice cave as tall as a person was gradually formed behind him.
I don’t know how long this figure walked in the ice like this, but suddenly he finally stopped for a moment. After looking left and right thoughtfully, he stretched out his broad palm with sharp claws and lightly touched one side of the ice wall that had become hoarfrost again in just a moment.
Through the small piece of ice that was wiped away, the city outside that was still frozen in endless ice immediately came into view.
This was originally the corner of a commercial pedestrian street - the colorful shops on both sides of the street are silently depicting the past style of this place. When London was frozen that day, the place no longer belonged to the ordinary Muggles who created all this and lived quietly here, but to this day, the traces they left have still not faded away.
The figure in front of the ice wall looked here for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and waved. In an instant, the ice on the entire street corner in front of him melted and disappeared quickly. Finally, it was no longer covered by solid ice, and its original appearance was completely revealed.
And the next second, as if he had been here before, he stepped onto the pedestrian street that he had reopened and walked straight to the street rest area with an awning at the corner.
The plastic round tables that were once placed here had long been destroyed in an unknown battle, leaving only some incomplete wreckage and fragments on the ground. He glanced down and found that there was a folding back chair that was still intact. He bent down, lifted it up, opened it and put it up, then turned around and sat down on the street.
"Click."
How could his inhuman weight still be tolerated by this weather-beaten folding chair? With a crisp sound, the seat under it instantly cracked and collapsed. Perhaps even it itself did not expect that it managed to remain intact in this disaster that affected the whole country, but it still could not escape. One calamity.
The figure reacted very quickly. At the moment when the chair cracked, he swiped his feet and instinctively regained his balance without falling backwards. However, after being stunned for a moment, he just shook his head helplessly, and then simply sat on the ground like that.
Immediately afterwards, he looked at the dilapidated and empty streets in front of him, where the ice had melted and there was no one around. He seemed to be stuck in some memory.
Time is still passing slowly bit by bit, and the ice that seems to freeze the entire city cannot stop its progress. The light transmitted from the top of the icicle gradually turned dim, coating this street corner with only dead silence with a layer of faint sunset.
It was at this moment that a series of inaudible footsteps gradually came from the ice cave not far away where he came from, and then, another figure walked out of it.
"Owner."
The visitor is the living corpse girl, one of the twins. After going to the palace to convey the master's will to Hermione and others, she went to guide the tribe for a while as usual, and then searched all the way back to the master.
"Um."
The figure sitting on the ground responded casually.
The zombie girl felt that compared to the master who usually sat on the throne in the main hall, the fierce power on him at this moment was much weaker. Instead, there was a kind of peace and indifference that she had never felt before.
After a moment of hesitation, the zombie girl came back to her senses and spoke again:
"I have already told the human guests what the master ordered, including Mr. John Stewart - he stayed in his room most of the time today, and I made a special trip to find him to tell him alone."
After talking about the serious matter that needed to be reported, and seeing the figure in front of her who was still looking at the street scene gently nodding her head, she turned around and said:
"…Also, my brother told me as I passed through the hall that one of the new guests had gone to him alone and asked to see the owner."
After hearing this, the figure who had been motionless moved slightly, turned his head slightly and looked at her and said:
"which one?"
"My brother said that he calls himself 'Severus Snape'." The living corpse girl said, and then paused before adding, "The gentleman also said, Master, after you heard his name, , maybe you’ll want to see him.”
However, the master in front of her did not show any strange expression either when he heard the name or when he heard the words that followed her.
He just retracted his gaze, and then turned to the street in front of him again, and said calmly:
"I see."
The master is indeed the same master, as if he is in control of everything at all times, and will never be surprised by anything happening - the living corpse girl couldn't help but think in her heart.
So she didn't say anything more, just shut her mouth and stood aside, silently admiring this lonely street corner without the ice shroud along with her master.
It wasn't until the light slowly dimmed and another night was about to fall that the figure sitting on the ground stood up again, holding his knees. His eyes inadvertently passed over a broken shop window not far away. A red and green scarf with a snowflake pattern that might have been left there last Christmas was hanging on the edge of the shelf, not even dirty. Inconspicuous.
He didn't look any further and quickly took steps towards the direction he came from.
"Let's go!"
"Yes, my lord."
The zombie girl didn't notice her master's last glance. She immediately followed him obediently and left the street corner behind her master's tall figure.
Then the ice came back and once again sealed the street corner, leaving only the broken folding back chair in the corner. Maybe you still remember that a tall figure who broke it once came there alone.