Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 213 Spy
The scene disappeared, and everyone's consciousness returned to reality.

Snape carefully put the memory back into his own mind, and both Peter and Harry looked at him sympathetically.

Dumbledore looked down, but Peter had a strange feeling: Dumbledore seemed to be trying to suppress a smile.

"I don't want to recall what happened in those half a year from a subjective perspective," Snape said in a low voice, "I gradually changed from a monster to the humanoid thing before you, and the process was full of pain and humiliation."

"It's...so bloody..." Harry's face turned pale.

"Voldemort doesn't treat you like a human being," Peter said, "he's deliberately torturing you—of course, he actually has the same attitude towards other Death Eaters, but he doesn't think it's possible for the Infernal Corpse to betray him, so He is even more fearless."

Snape put his wand back into his pocket with difficulty. "I actually admired him - for me, that was only a year and a half ago."

"Worshiping Voldemort is nothing new. When we were in school, many young people admired him. To outsiders, Voldemort was a hero who dared to challenge the authority of the Ministry of Magic, leading wizards to get rid of Muggle oppression, and his The black magic skills are indeed extremely superb, I think this is what attracts you the most."

While saying this, Peter was thinking of Regulus Black, and also of Leonie Lestrange...they were so naive that they believed Voldemort's nonsense.

Snape looked at the two fingers of his left hand, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Yes, his black magic skills are indeed superb, and he can actually create such a humanoid thing from a corpse. I think, even if Even Dumbledore didn't see any flaws."

Dumbledore smiled and blinked, and bowed on the chair, "Indeed, Severus, I didn't find anything, when you appeared in front of me with scars all over, applying to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, All I have in my heart is sympathy and remorse—"

"And then you rejected my application."

"Please forgive me," Dumbledore still smiled, "I feel a very strong black magic aura from you, and I understand you, your love for black magic is too much, let you get in touch with it in the name of work The Dark Arts are certainly unwise, and, as it turns out, you were Voldemort's man, weren't you?"

Snape said coldly: "The wisest thing you can do is to kill me directly - after you refused, the Dark Lord punished me, cruel punishment, he thought I screwed things up."

"Since I have already appeared in front of people with this image," he pointed to the deep bony scars on his cheeks, "so this image cannot be changed, otherwise it will make people suspicious. Fully healed, I've been intentionally keeping them that way."

Harry gasped. "God, that sounds like hell."

"Fine," Snape said.

Peter said slowly, "So... these aren't real scars, but half-healed wounds?"

"Yes," he said, "I'm actually only 17, but I need to play a 30-something adult, and these exaggerated wounds help me hide my real age."

"Actually, I suspected..." Peter said.

"The centaur in the Forbidden Forest?" Snape curled his lips. "I don't know how they judge the age. They may have some methods that humans don't know. Unfortunately, no one has looked into it."

"In fact, more than once... The night you turned into a werewolf to save me, I saw the wound on your abdomen... It looked like it hadn't fully healed, but I didn't think too much about it."

"I haven't gotten there yet, Wormtail." Snape shifted his chair, "In the process of gathering information, I learned that the Quidditch World Cup will be held soon. Unleashing the Dark Mark at the Odd World Cup will help regroup the Dark Lord's former servants."

Dumbledore nodded, "It turns out that you released the Dark Mark that caused the panic."

"Yes, but Lucius and the rest of the escaped Death Eaters fled as soon as they saw the Dark Mark. However, the Dark Lord got a windfall, and the Death Eater August Rookwood joined him again. .And I heard that Professor Slughorn retired directly because of the scare of the Dark Mark, which vacated the post of Potions teacher."

"Horace has been fearing Voldemort's revenge for years," said Dumbledore. "Go on, please."

"Before I came to school, I made up a set of stories about my own life experience that didn't exist, and I acted very resentful, so that you can focus on the emotional stuff. I originally made up my own. Lies about where Nian worked, etc., but you didn't even ask."

"To tell you the truth, your acting skills are remarkable," said Dumbledore, "we were only concerned with guilt at the time... but we are still guilty now, Severus, may I ask how you really feel? Can you forgive us, can you forgive me for being irresponsible?"

"I..." Snape's tone seemed uncertain, "For a long time, my soul was separated from my body, and I didn't know how I felt... Actually, I There was no real emotion, and I felt nothing but anger and pain."

"Then... what about now?" Dumbledore's eyes and tone were cautious, "Can you...can you forgive me?"

Snape shook his head almost imperceptibly, and Dumbledore's old hand trembled.

"I can't forgive anyone for Severus Snape," he said slowly, "I'm just a—" He paused, "a creature who borrowed his name.

Dumbledore closed his eyes, "No, I cannot agree with this point of view... Please go ahead, we will discuss this topic later."

Snape paused for a long moment, gasping for breath, his teeth bared, his right eye rolling upward again.He pointed to the cabinet with his wand, took a bottle of potion from it, and took a sip.

After a while, he was finally able to continue talking.

"When school started... when school started, I put Rookwood in my luggage and brought him to school. I hid him in this office, right under the cabinet where the elves are hidden."

"No wonder you insist on tidying up the office yourself," Peter glanced at the small, dark place, "Rookwood is dead now, isn't he?"

"Yes, I killed him," said Snape calmly, "it would be unwise to keep him alive, he is useless, and keeping him would cause trouble... The Dark Lord gave me power, taught Among my many advanced dark arts is the one—”

"A dark magic trap in the basement."

"That's right, that magic is very powerful, but it requires a blood sacrifice. Rookwood was used as a sacrifice by me."

"But you saved my life." Peter showed an inquiring look.

(End of this chapter)