Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Snape ignored him, just took a step forward, came to Amycus Carrod, and then put his hand on the knocker of the wooden door.

He knew that although he said "good luck to you", in fact, there was obviously no good intention in this sentence. On the contrary, there was a huge evil intention in it.

Amycus Carrow probably wished he would die in this room, under Voldemort's wand.

The expression on Snape's face did not fluctuate, and his heart was equally calm.After holding the door knocker tightly, he slowly pulled it outward and completely opened the wooden door in front of him.

This was a spacious room, but there was no light or firelight. Only the window on one side of the room let in some moonlight, reflecting the only thing in the room - a chair placed in the center.

Unfortunately, because the chair itself was not directly illuminated by the moonlight, Snape could only clearly see the general shape of the lower half of the chair in the darkness.And, of course, some outline of the man sitting on it.

The man's figure didn't look like the Dark Lord at all. He was stronger and taller. He was wearing a loose black robe, and his chest was not completely covered, so it also revealed the bulging muscles of his chest and his health. wheat colored skin.

There was no doubt that this was definitely not the Dark Lord.

While thinking about these things, Amycus Carrow, who had been staring at Snape, was surprised to find that Snape was not surprised or hesitant at all, but instead walked steadily to the front of the chair step by step. , and bowed directly and respectfully.

"Owner."

It was as if Snape didn't see any external characteristics of the man and directly regarded him as Voldemort.

The face of the man on the chair was almost completely shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.However, after Snape saluted him, the man suddenly said, "Carlo, close the door and don't just stand there."

Amycus Carlo bowed respectfully, then immediately closed the door again, quickly came to the chair, and stood there solemnly.

"Severus, my loyal friend, my most trusted servant-" The voice of the man on the chair sounded very young, not like Voldemort's voice at all, but more like a man in his twenties. young man.

However, after he paused for a moment, a hoarse voice with a hint of indifference that sounded more like Voldemort's came out, "I'm glad to see that you are still as sharp as ever."

Snape didn't rush to answer, he knew that Voldemort hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Of course, it makes me even more confused - Severus, tell me, why have I never noticed that you have tried to find me in these years?"

"I look forward to an answer that satisfies me."

Snape bowed again, "That's because I know that you will come back eventually, and I have more important tasks to complete than looking for you."

"Huh?" Voldemort snorted.

Snape stood up, with a bit of pride on his face. He slowly took a step forward and said, "In the past few years, I have been helping you spy on Hogwarts and Albus Dumbledore." , and even... Harry Potter's situation. I know that these will be of great help to your plans when you come back."

The room fell into a brief silence. After a while, Voldemort spoke again, "In that case, why don't you tell me what information you have prepared for me? Maybe I will be willing to know."

Snape lowered his head slightly, "Nick Flamel's Philosopher's Stone is now placed in Hogwarts, and as far as I know, that stone is probably hidden in the Forbidden Forest. I thought maybe you would be interested in magic." Maybe Shi is interested?"

"The Philosopher's Stone, the Elixir of Immortality..." Voldemort repeated these two names softly.Then, the next moment, the person who had been sitting in the chair suddenly stood up.Although Snape still couldn't see his face clearly, he could already make a complete judgment that this person was not Voldemort himself.

"It's not enough, Severus. I need something else, just a magic stone. You have to understand that on the road to immortality, I am further ahead than Nick Flamel or Albus... Dumbledore is further away.”

"Come on, Severus, don't let me down..."

Snape lowered his head slightly and said softly: "I do have one more thing I want to tell you. I promise, this news will definitely make you very happy."

"Don't overstate your words, Severus." Voldemort sneered, "Especially at a time like this."

Snape did not hesitate and directly chose to speak out the answer:

"Albus Dumbledore is dying."

The room suddenly became silent. Although he couldn't see anything in the darkness, Snape felt keenly that someone was staring into his eyes through the darkness, as if hoping to find something inside. Same.

Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds.

After a while, the man suddenly laughed, "You are right, Severus, this news will indeed make me very happy. Although I am not afraid of him, if I can kill a strong enemy in advance, I will Still very happy.”

"Now, tell me, why is that old fellow Albus Dumbledore suddenly dying? Has he lived too long?"

Snape carefully prepared his words in his mind, and at the same time kept talking, he continued: "In July, he brought back a ring with an extremely powerful curse from outside. I think he probably couldn't bear it. He accidentally touched the ring and was eroded by the curse."

"Although in the end Albus Dumbledore seemed to have controlled the curse with a spell in time, and tried his best to hide it in front of me, trying to pretend that it was nothing serious, he was still seen by me. There’s a clue.”

"In my opinion, even if the curse doesn't kill him, it will make him weak for a long time."

"Even, this period of time is likely to spread to his... entire rest of his life."

The room fell into silence again, but this time, Voldemort did not hesitate for as long as before, but quickly laughed.

"Severus, congratulations, you successfully convinced me with your intelligence, my friend. It seems that you are still as reliable as before."

Snape bowed and whispered: "It is my honor to be able to help you."

"But, this is not the reason why you don't even come to look for me, Severus. What you did makes me feel very chilled." Voldemort sat back on the chair again and said suddenly: "You must have already Have you met Narcissa?"

The reproach in Voldemort's tone was so obvious that Snape didn't even dare to straighten his bowed body again. He could only maintain the previous posture and said with fear: "Yes, Master, I killed her."

"Hmph, it seems that you have at least not wasted your skills in your Potions class over the years." Voldemort snorted coldly. "Then, you should also know that when I punish some people, I never... I won’t show mercy.”

"Of course, Master." Snape lowered his waist a little further, "Please forgive me for making my own decision."

Voldemort's eyes began to scan up and down Snape's body, going back and forth twice. He suddenly raised a hand, "Don't be nervous, my friend, the two messages you brought back are very useful."

"It's just that I can't kill you, but I can't help but give you a small punishment."

"Carlo."

Snape's heart trembled, and Amycus Carrow, who was standing next to the chair, immediately laughed silently. He took out his wand from his pocket, pointed it at Snape, and read loudly "Crucio" [Heart-breaking and bone-cutting]!”

The severe pain spread to all the senses in Snape's body in an instant. The balance that he had been trying to support was instantly broken at this moment. He fell to the ground unsustainably, and he let out uncontrollable screams. A shrill low whistle.

Looking at Snape who was twitching on the ground and even his limbs were frozen together, Voldemort sitting on the chair had no compassion at all on his face, or even any emotion at all, just staring so coldly. Looking at Snape's face.

Before the torture of the first Cruciatus Curse had completely passed, Voldemort gently raised his hand and said coldly: "Carol——"

As a result, Amycus Carlo's smile became even more distorted. At this moment, he even felt that he had achieved what he wanted. He raised his wand high and shouted in a tone of irrepressible excitement. shouted: "Crucio!"

Snape was like a huge bat that had been caught on fire, curling up into a ball on the ground - he felt like every inch of his skin was being gnawed by insects, and the fire was constantly burning. Burning his bones and internal organs, and even scorching his entire body, he had to constantly control his thoughts to prevent himself from thinking "I would rather die here."

This was also the only thing he could retain in the severe pain, apart from controlling his emotions.

Chapter 66 Under the Night

"Severus, my friend." Voldemort sat quietly on the chair. After letting Amycus Carrow give Snape two Cruciatus Curses in succession, his tone suddenly became better. A little “I want to congratulate you.”

Panting heavily, Snape struggled to lift himself up from the ground, and then slowly stood up, barely showing a flattering smile.

At this moment, his sallow complexion turned a little pale. It was obvious that the severe pain just now was not easy for him to endure.

"You let me see your loyalty. Deep in your heart, I saw that you still long to stand behind me. So...welcome back." Voldemort said as he suddenly slipped out of the wide sleeves of his robe. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Snape.

Snape's body trembled inevitably. Even if Voldemort hadn't recited the curse yet, this action alone was enough to make him feel some fear.

However, Voldemort just waved his wand and delivered a letter into Snape's hands.

"I have two tasks to give you. Perhaps you will be willing to start contributing some strength to me right away."

Voldemort's words sounded like he was discussing with someone, but if you stood in front of him, you could feel the absoluteness in his tone - absolutely unquestionable.

"Of course, Master, just ask." Snape lowered his body slightly.

"First thing, I need you to send this letter to a place where someone will see you. You just need to hand the letter into his hands."

Snape glanced at the letter in his hand - a dark yellow envelope with no words left on it, only a bloody Dark Mark-like pattern in the upper left corner - which represented the symbol of Voldemort and his thugs. Death Apostle's pattern.

In addition, judging from the feel of the envelope after receiving it, there should be only a piece of letter paper inside, and there are no other items accompanying the letter.

"As for the second thing, I think you are probably willing to meet Albus Dumbledore again for me." Voldemort's voice was calm and normal, as if this matter did not pose any danger to him. "Go, tell him that you have seen me, you have to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and tell him my current situation. Let him know that I am still very weak now, and I am looking for ways to get back to my peak."

"With your ability and mind, you must know how to find a suitable reason and lie, and tell all these contents to Albus Dumbledore without leaving any trace or raising suspicion, Severus."

Snape took a deep breath and lowered his body a little lower. "Master, I'm afraid that I can't make Dumbledore believe these things [-]%. In fact, he has...no longer trusts me." .”

"It doesn't matter, Severus, I never have too high demands on you, right? You don't need to make him '[-] percent' sure of anything, just make him think that this possibility exists." Voldemort laughed, "I know Dumbledore too well, he always wants to have everything under control..."

"As for his trust in you, Amycus will give you something later. As long as you tell Dumbledore everything about it, he will definitely accept you again."

Snape was startled when he heard this, but did not answer. He just nodded slowly and accepted the two tasks.

"Then, you can continue to stay over there, monitor Albus Dumbledore for me, keep an eye on his movements, and report everything about him to me. You should know what to do."

"Yes, Master"

Snape complied with Voldemort's instructions and was about to turn around and leave when he heard Voldemort behind him say again: "By the way, Moon Fox, you should have taught him, right?"

"Yes, Master." Snape retracted the leg he was about to take out. There was still a lot of pain from the Cruciatus Curse. This sudden movement made him almost lose his footing and fall over.

Amycus Carrow, who was standing behind Voldemort, showed a satisfied smile.

"I heard that he is very powerful, a rare genius." Voldemort's tone was full of playfulness, which made Snape's heart drop. "What do you think, Severus?"

"Far less than you, Master." Snape said softly, with a look of disgust on his face. "Just a fool who has been praised too highly."

"Oh? Severus, this is far from what I heard." Voldemort looked into Snape's eyes quietly.

Snape did not look away, but looked squarely at the Dark Lord sitting in front of him - for Voldemort, this was the right way to show loyalty to him. "As I said, Master, he is indeed talented, but far from it." You are just favored by others for some reasons, so you have been raised to this height. In fact, in my Potions class, as long as my questions are a little bit profound, he will just repeat them over and over again. Sorry, Professor, I can't'."

As he said that, Snape sneered, "His only talent is probably spent in those boring classes at Hogwarts. He knows what others teach him."

"Well..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, "But he destroyed the diary that contained my magic power."

"I think, Master, that's because Lucius Malfoy is too stupid. After all, no matter how powerful the magic tool is, if it is not protected in any way, once its weakness is discovered, there will be a way to break it." Snape responded calmly, "What's more, if what I know is correct, Dumbledore was studying that diary throughout that year."

"Dumbledore." The smile on Voldemort's face disappeared completely. "Hmph, I think you might be willing to talk to those dying idiots of the Crow Party about this matter, but... not now."

"On this point, I completely agree with you, Master." Snape said happily.

"Okay, go ahead and I will find a way to contact you - that day won't be long." Voldemort said softly: "You have to be prepared."

The conversation between the master and the servant ended. After leaving the house, Snape was still quietly following Amycus Carod as he had come, but his steps were much smaller.

Until he reached the other end of the corridor, Amycus Carrow suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at Snape with a gloomy expression, "Don't forget to deliver the letter."

Snape glanced at him and then held out his hand.

Voldemort just explained that Amycus Carrow should need to put something into his hands.

Amycus stared at Snape, as if he was reluctant to do this.But this was Voldemort's will after all, and he couldn't resist it at all.Therefore, after a while, he took out a roll of parchment from the pocket of his robe and handed it to Voldemort.

After seeing this roll of parchment, Snape's eyes suddenly became dangerous.As for Amycus Carlo, after handing over the roll of parchment, he turned and left the door.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Snape pursed his lips, put the parchment into the inner pocket of his robe, and then gently pushed the door open.

The current result was not what he wanted. If he wanted to stay at Hogwarts, the information he could find out about Voldemort would be much less, and he would even have to passively accept many things without knowing anything about them.

It was dark outside the door, with only the cold moonlight falling from above, providing insignificant light to the world.

Did Voldemort really believe what he said?Or...did Voldemort really believe him?

Snape turned up the collar of his robes, his face still showing some pain from being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

And... the Crow Party?

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Still under the same night sky, of course, in terms of distance, it is already very far away.

Under the lonely moonlight, a crow slowly flew over the vast forest.After reaching a certain location, the big black bird suddenly changed its direction and swooped down.

The wind was howling, and among the swaying feathers, a few fascinating cold lights could be vaguely seen.

It passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and then crossed an invisible barrier. Finally, it glided into an empty valley, and then landed outside the window of one of the wooden houses.

The moment it fell, the window of the wooden house suddenly opened inward, allowing it to enter the house smoothly.

Right now, there are five people sitting in this room.

Sitting at the head of the table is a stout old man, wearing the feather-patterned robes of the Crow Party. His beard and hair are all white, and his face is covered with scars. He looks quite ferocious and terrifying; on his left hand There was an old woman sitting next to her. She looked short, fat, and senile. Her face was covered with age spots and loose wrinkled skin, and her eyes were closed tightly. She seemed to be a corpse that had been dead for an unknown period of time. Not even much could be seen on the chest. The rise and fall of breathing.

Apart from these two people, the remaining three people in the room looked much younger.

Sitting on the right side of the old man is a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie. He has an ordinary appearance and an ordinary temperament. There is nothing extraordinary about him from head to toe. If he were not sitting in the same room with such a group of people, I'm afraid he would Anyone would think this was a Muggle.There was also a beautiful young woman about 30 years old sitting next to the middle-aged man, with a constant smile on her face, and a fatal charm in her smile. At this moment, she was looking around the room. the last person.

That is Rodriguez, sitting between the young woman and the old woman, holding a long pipe in his mouth and looking at ease.

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PS The content of the previous chapter has been modified. Specifically, in the short paragraph where Snape stated Dumbledore's situation to Voldemort, the author did not pay attention when writing it and used the first version of the plot line instead of the new version after the change. See Book lovers here can go back and take a look if necessary.

Chapter 67 Meeting of Five

"Aren't you going to tell me your opinion, Rodriguez?" The young woman stretched out her slender fingers and tapped the table lightly. "It's really rare. You seem to be getting more silent every time."

"Are you worried about something, or are you thinking of some ulterior secret?"

Under the young woman's deliberate words, even the other two people in the room with their eyes open looked at him, but Rodriguez's expression remained unchanged. He just took a strong drag on the pipe and puffed away freely. While sitting, he said lazily: "What's there to say? No one listened. According to me, we should have done something a few years ago, but you all want to pretend to be dead."