days at Hogwarts

Chapter 504 Ending
It was already very late, but the sky in the middle of the night in summer was not so dark that you could not see the way forward. The breeze blew from the wilderness and hills, and was divided into strands by the stone carvings and tombstones scattered in the cemetery. The fallen yew trees The leaves and grass blades on the ground were blown by the wind and drifted away quietly.

Loren hid in the corner and observed secretly, without worrying too much.

Although Voldemort regained flesh and blood and showed great power in front of the Death Eaters, he showed favor to Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr., and many Death Eaters tortured and punished them with the Cruciatus Curse.

All in all, the combination of kindness and power was used to regain people's hearts without harming the lives of any Death Eaters.

He was even tolerant of Snape.

There is only one reason. Voldemort has just returned and is short of manpower. Every Death Eater is his precious servant.

So letting Snape stay alone now is not to take action, but to give Snape a chance to express his sincerity again and make his position clear.

When all the Death Eaters left, Snape's heart became calmer and calmer. If Voldemort's Legilimency could break through his Occlumency, he would see that there was no panic or hesitation in the depths of his consciousness, only something as silent as the deep waters of the Black Lake. peaceful.

Snape saw the shadow of the angel statue cast behind Voldemort, covering his original shadow. It seemed to have wings. The shadow holding the long scythe was Voldemort's shadow. The blade of the scythe was stretched very long, as if harvesting. The god of life.

He slowly looked into Voldemort's scarlet snake eyes. There was no wave in his eyes, as calm as a lake of stagnant water: "I will serve you..."

Voldemort looked steadily into his eyes, as if he wanted to see his own shadow in those eyes: "You know what I want."

"Master, please give me some time. I will sort out Dumbledore's information over the past thirteen years. It won't take long..." Snape said dryly, with no trace of error in his voice or tone.

"Do you resent me?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

Snape failed to follow his train of thought and frowned in confusion: "What?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he stared at him: "Thirteen years ago, you begged me to spare that woman's life, but I killed her, Harry Potter's mother, your beloved... Lily ·Evans!”

Snape opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. There were complex and diverse emotions on his cheeks, including sadness in remembering the deceased, sadness at the death of a loved one because of him, and unknown longings. …

Voldemort circled around him, the shadow of death always shrouding his body, and a hissing sound like a snake spitting out its core came from his mouth: "Look at you, Severus, a picture of someone trapped by love. Every part of his face exudes the disgusting... love that Dumbledore keeps talking about. "

"Or do you want to tell me that you have given up on that relationship, from Spider-End Alley to Hogwarts, and even after graduation, and this person died under my wand, how do you expect me to believe it? Voldemort said softly, "Even before that, you were my most loyal servant..."

"After that, I was also your most loyal servant." Snape put away the complicated expression on his face and said calmly, "That night, I lost two of the most important people at the same time, one was Lily and the other It is the Dark Lord that I have been pursuing, the one who guides me forward..."

"I have been depressed for a long time and chose to stay dormant in Hogwarts as an ordinary Potions professor. I teach students every day, correct homework, and read Potions journals...I don't care about McGonagall, Flitwick, and Spout. Excluded by Lao, I have no goals and can’t see the way forward. I feel like a body without a soul. If there is anything else that can interest me, it’s only potions..."

Voldemort listened to his story without saying a word. In the blind corner where Snape couldn't see, the expression on his face softened a little. In a daze, he seemed to see the years he spent in the orphanage before entering Hogwarts.

"Until Quirrell snatched the Sorcerer's Stone..." Snape seemed not to notice Voldemort's sudden sharp gaze, and continued on his own, "I have a pursuit, the supreme pursuit, which comes from your inspiration and also from Warning of Lily’s death…”

Voldemort's slightly hoarse voice took over what he had not finished: "Conquer death and gain immortality."

Loren slowed down his breathing. He immediately understood Professor Snape's plan - to use the same ideal to convince Voldemort.

Voldemort must have never imagined that his ultimate goal was not immortality at all, but resurrection...

Snape's black eyes shone slightly and he raised his voice slightly: "The Philosopher's Stone is an important clue to the elixir of life, but Dumbledore seemed to be afraid of me mentioning it. During the summer vacation after Quirrell's failure, he and Nico Co. Flamel personally destroyed the Philosopher's Stone.

"I suspected that this was just false news he had put out. After investigating for a period of time, I spent a year confirming that Nico Flamel and his wife were indeed dead, whether in a secluded place in the UK or in France. Their traces..."

"You are too worried, Severus. Dumbledore will not lie on this point. He is afraid that others will obtain the powerful power of the Philosopher's Stone." Although Voldemort was denying his behavior, his tone was unconsciously filled with appreciation. "He is such a timid and cautious person, claiming that death is another great adventure, but he has lived longer than most wizards, huddled in Hogwarts Castle away from all dangers and disputes, and he is afraid that someone will surpass him... …”

"Later, I investigated new clues..." Snape looked at Voldemort, paused, and said the word that made his pupils shrink, "Horcrux!"

Voldemort's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, scarlet and terrifying: "What else do you know?"

"There is a book called "Advanced Dark Arts" in the restricted section of the library. The despicable Halbo left behind the method of making Horcruxes. The most critical page was torn..." Snape bowed slightly and said respectfully. Said, "Great Dark Lord, Severus is willing to be your most loyal servant forever."

Voldemort stared at him for a long time, his lips split open on both sides. If he had any doubts about Snape before, at this moment, all doubts about his identity and position were gone.

Dumbledore had already confiscated Ravenclaw's diadem and Hufflepuff's golden cup. He must have found out about the Horcruxes, so the headmaster would definitely not allow anyone to have any thoughts about the Horcruxes.

Voldemort slowly stepped forward and stood in front of him: "You made the right choice. I want to leave the most important thing to you..."

"At your service."

"I want you to return to Hogwarts, continue to be a dedicated Potions Professor, Head of Slytherin, and monitor Dumbledore's every move for me."

Snape hesitated for a moment: "But if I take Barty Crouch Jr. to escape without authorization, they will no longer believe me."

"Who said you led him to escape?" A meaningful smile appeared on Voldemort's twisted snake face. "What do you mean?" Snape's eyes followed his line of sight and landed on the shapeless body in the middle of the field.

"The former Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic and the current Director of the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation, our professional Mr. Crouch has actually been a member of the Death Eaters many years ago. He hid his identity and escaped trial. But he didn’t expect that his son would be exposed by Karkaroff, so he replaced his son serving a sentence in Azkaban with his seriously ill wife..."

"Because of their respect for the Dark Lord, they decided to take revenge on Harry Potter, so they restarted the Goblet of Fire Tournament, trying to make the Boy-Who-Lived die in the tournament, and planned a series of secret plans... …”

Voldemort frowned slightly, seeming to be completely immersed in his own fabricated story, and sighed regretfully, "In the finals of the Goblet of Fire, their plan implicated others and caused the death of another student. Barty Crouch was exposed by a professor at Hogwarts and caught red-handed.”

"His father quickly received the news and hid in the area where prisoners are held in Hogwarts. He removed his son's restraints and tried to escape. However, he was discovered by the Potions Professor who was passing by and chased him all the way. In the end..."

Voldemort sighed triumphantly: "One death and one escape."

"This..." Snape looked hesitant, "Those people at Hogwarts may not completely believe this story, especially Dumbledore."

"They don't need to believe it completely. I know that old guy Dumbledore. He is always willing to give people one more chance, even if others think you are not worthy of trust..."

Voldemort said lazily that the pursuit of Horcruxes destined Snape to be a member of the Death Eater camp, "Severus, we have plenty of time, more than you have seen in history books, more than you have in your mind." As you can imagine, it will take a long time..."

"Serving you." After Snape said this, his figure flickered and disappeared into the cemetery of Little Hangleton.

After hearing the absurd stories fabricated by Voldemort, Loren immediately deduced in his mind the ripples these contents would cause in the wizarding world.

The story of Crouch and his son's Death Eaters is almost impeccable, and the Death Eater group will certainly help spread the story, while the group headed by Dumbledore will break out the story of another mysterious man's resurrection and return.

The key point of which news the general wizarding community will believe lies in whether Voldemort reveals his whereabouts.

Since Voldemort made up this story, it means that he has already made a plan...

Just when Loren thought Voldemort would leave quickly, he saw Voldemort approaching the haggard corpse that collapsed on the ground. After putting his wand into his black robe, Voldemort turned his head and looked into the air expressionlessly, as if What are you waiting for?
Soon Loren knew what he was waiting for.

The night was shrouded in the dead silence of the wilderness cemetery, and a bright orange flame suddenly appeared in the mid-air in the not-so-large open space.

There was obviously nothing to burn in the air, but the flames burned more and more fiercely, quickly expanding into an adult-sized fireball. Under Voldemort's gaze, the blazing flames rolled and tore through the air, making a slight explosion. noise.

A figure stepped out of the flames. He was wearing a gray ceremonial robe, his hair was tied together with olive branches, and his long white beard was tied in front of him with a hair tie.

Through the flames that gradually converged and extinguished, Loren could see the old face full of confusion and shock. He twitched the corners of his stiff mouth and complained silently in his heart.

What a pretense, if Dumbledore hadn't been here from the beginning, he would have eaten the stone sculpture in front of him.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore." Voldemort greeted him sincerely. "Unfortunately, there is nothing here, so I can't entertain you."

"Good evening, Tom..." Dumbledore seemed to quickly accept this fact, put away all expressions, and looked at him with a solemn face, "Maybe we can change places and let me, an old man, have a drink... I I’ve come a long way, I don’t mind walking a little longer.”

After listening to the meaningful words, Voldemort glanced at Riddle House located on the mountainside and refused: "Please believe me, Principal Dumbledore, the road I am walking is farther and more difficult..."

"Maybe I know a little bit..." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort from a distance across Crouch's body. "I once saw old trees covered with snake bones in the Albanian forest. Even in Hogwarts, I The students have also encountered the embarrassed ghosts who have no place to hide many times."

"But not everyone is as lucky as Harry Potter, such as the Hufflepuff warrior." Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's ugly face and pointed to the corpse not far away, the expressionless snake. A smile twisted on his face, "Perhaps poor Cedric needs an excellent teacher to guide him to the road of death!"

Dumbledore's lips were tightly closed, he was holding a simple wand, and his robes were swinging automatically without any wind. The majestic magic power was surging and accumulating in his old but still strong body, as if a turbulent wave would pour out and drown Voldemort at any time.

Voldemort had a gloomy face and slowly moved around Crouch's body, trying to avoid the old guy's lock on the opposite side.

They had fought several times many years ago. Although there was no fatal fight and the outcome of the battle was unclear, the result was that the Death Eaters' killings avoided Hogwarts, which had the largest number of Muggle half-blood wizards.

His years as a ghost were spent in thirteen years of painful suffering, but this old guy has been dormant in Hogwarts, without paying attention to the tedious daily teaching, twice rejected the nomination of the Minister of Magic, and does not have to deal with the complicated paperwork. Spend energy on it and have enough time to study magic...

Voldemort gradually couldn't bear the increasing pressure. At a certain moment, the afterimage of the yew wand in his hand was suddenly swung out:

"【Avada Kedavra】"

The faint green light shot out in an unstoppable manner, and the remaining faint light left by the cursed beam was almost a thin line. Before Loren could see it clearly, it was already approaching Dumbledore.

The bright orange-red flames flashed away, and the death curse was lost in the blazing flames.

As the battle officially started, golden spells and green light poured down on the entire cemetery like heavy rain. Voldemort disappeared into the black mist that spread at some unknown time. Dumbledore's robes were swirling, and his figure was everywhere on the battlefield. Flashing.

(End of this chapter)