Chapter 306

His tone was as understated as if he were inviting Snape to a tea party, without hiding the sarcasm and malice in it.

Snape's eyes finally moved away from the huge golden hourglass and turned to Mohammed.

His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate Muhammad's confident face and reach deep into his heart.

"You will die a terrible death, Muhammad Constantine."

Snape's voice was low and firm, like a curse squeezed from the back of his throat.

When Muhammad heard this, his cold expression was slightly distorted.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a sinister smile, with a bit of arrogance and disdain.

"Oh? Are these your last words?"

He slowly approached Snape, with a playful look in his eyes like a hunter looking at his prey.

"You know, Snape, I've heard a lot of threats, but you're just so boring."

Snape was unmoved. He did not respond to Muhammad's provocation. Instead, he raised his head slightly, with an unfathomable cold light flashing in his eyes.

"You're going to be killed by Devereaux."

Snape's voice was still calm, but every word was like a nail driven straight into Muhammad's ears.

"In the end, you will be buried under your so-called family fortune."

Muhammad narrowed his eyes slightly and curled up into a sneer.

His expression remained calm, as if Snape's words were no more than an innocuous whisper.

"Oh? Really?"

He spoke slowly, with strong sarcasm in his tone.

"That kid who has no alchemical education at all can survive under the power of our Lord? Haha, Snape, are you making up a story?"

Upon hearing this, Snape raised his head, his eyes as sharp as knives, and the corners of his mouth curved in a chilling arc.

"What do you think?"

His voice was low and cold.

"This is a magical world, and there are so many ways for people to see the future."

Muhammad's sneer froze on his face. He let out a short snort, clearly disdainful of Snape's remarks.

However, his expression gradually changed - from contempt to confusion, to an unconcealable gloom and uneasiness.

He stood up abruptly, and the movement brought up the gold coins under his feet, making a crisp jingling sound.

He walked quickly towards the huge golden hourglass in the center of the treasure house, his footsteps echoing in the silent space.

However, instead of approaching the hourglass, he suddenly stopped and turned around to stare at Snape with burning eyes.

"That damn Blackwood!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Did he give the machine to you in advance?!"

Snape's smile widened instantly and turned into a deep, triumphant laugh.

His laughter echoed through the treasury, with a deep sense of mockery.

"Hahaha, poor wolf cub,"

Snape said sarcastically, his tone full of mockery and pity.

"It seems that in the eyes of your master, you are just a dispensable pawn. The one who is favored the most is obviously not you."

Muhammad's face turned livid, his fists clenched and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

His chest was heaving violently, as if a storm was about to break out at any moment.

However, he did not speak in the end, but stared hard at Snape, his eyes full of murderous intent and doubt.

Muhammad's face kept changing like the pages of an open book, with anger, suspicion, and pain flashing in turn, and finally returned to an almost calm indifference.

He shook his head slowly, with a cold smile on his lips, and a chilling determination in his eyes.

“Whatever the Lord’s plan is, it must have a deep meaning.”

His voice was low and steady, carrying an irresistible pressure.

He took a step closer to Snape and looked down at him condescendingly, with a twisted sense of satisfaction in his eyes.

"As for you, Severus Snape—"

Muhammad leaned forward slightly, a hint of vicious mockery in his tone.

"I finally decided that you can't die so easily."

After he finished speaking, he slowly took out a gold coin from his waist. The gold coin gave off a strange light under the dim light, as if the runes engraved on it were trembling slightly.

Muhammad touched the gold coin with his finger, and it bloomed like a flower.

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Hogwarts, Gryffindor Common Room

The fire danced in the fireplace, and the warm yellow light reflected on the red and gold tapestry, making the whole room feel warm and cozy. The atmosphere on the weekend was very comfortable.

However, Harry looked out of place sitting by the fire.

He lowered his head, his eyes wandering, and he held the wand tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Ron's voice broke the silence. He was holding a cup of hot cocoa, frowning slightly, looking at his friend with worry on his face.

"You don't look energetic at all."

Harry looked up suddenly, as if he had just come out of some deep thought.

He was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and shook his head.

"It's okay, Ron, I'm fine."

However, this perfunctory answer obviously did not satisfy Ron.

He put down the cup in his hand, sat down next to Harry, and stared at his face for a long time, his eyes full of suspicion.

"But you kept holding your wand and staring out the window. Are you sure you're okay?"

Ron's tone was a little more insistent, and he obviously didn't intend to be fooled easily.

Harry looked down at his hand and realized that his wand had been soaked with sweat.

He silently let go of his hand and wiped his palm on his robe, his movements a little stiff.

"It's really okay."

He repeated it again, but his tone was a little guilty.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly changed the subject, with a hint of inexplicable tension in his tone.

"By the way, Ron, do you know how long it takes for an owl to go from Hogwarts to London and back?"

Ron was stunned by this sudden question and blinked, as if he was thinking hard.

"Uh... I'm not sure about London, but it takes about two days to send a letter from my home to Hogwarts. It was about the same time when I sent letters to Charlie and Bill before."

Harry nodded, and looked out the window again, with a hint of uneasiness on his face.

The dark clouds outside the window blocked the warm sun, and it was gray.

Ron was still thinking about Harry's question, and suddenly, he saw something scary and screamed.

"Ah!"

Before Harry could turn around, he felt a piercing chill suddenly swept across his neck.

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