38 years of past events

This year at Hogwarts, I was 16 years old.

For the ultimate wizard assessment that is about to enter the seventh grade, the school has made a lot of assessments and reviews, and the studies have been heavy for a time, but these are not problems, at least for me, at that time I naturally inherited my father’s wisdom , looking at everything with some arrogant arrogance.

However, I, who was too young at that time, still failed to understand that there is a big difference between the wisdom of knowledge and the wisdom of thinking. The former is endless, while the latter is infinite.

Those self-righteous arrogance were ruthlessly ridiculed by reality again and again, until my father took me through the muddy youth.

"Oh, it sucks, I'm almost fed up with that teacher named Quirrell, it smells so bad, I swear Merlin can't stand it either!"

In the Slytherin common room, that was the voice of Daisy Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's only cousin.

Malfoy—the richest gentry in the wizarding world, they have the shrewdness of a businessman and the scrutiny of a politician. Their industries span the Eurasian continent, and they are comparable to real estate developers in the Muggle world.

I can still remember how beautiful and dazzling the Malfoy family was in the heyday of my father's ups and downs, but it was only one day. No mistakes or evasions.

And such families abound in pure blood. If it wasn't for the reason of following my father, I can say that I don't like them at all.

"Oh, Randolph, I should really admire your courage. His class was really tormenting, and you were able to complete his homework meticulously."

"Miss Malfoy, your complaints are of no use to me. If you have time, you should think about your exam." Daisy Malfoy is like her family. Have any favors.

"Oh, the exam! That's terrible, I don't even want to go to his class, let alone the exam." She complained.

"Of course, you may be ready to get a D, or can you ask the professor to take a bath, of course I guess he will use a cleaning spell." I didn't bother to talk to her, just put the notes in my hand with The handouts are well organized and ready for the needs of the next class.

"No, no, no, I don't want to see him at all. In fact, it's about the exam now, oh!" She was almost desperate.

"Hey, I remembered, did you go to every class of Quirrell? Why don't you lend me your lecture notes and notes, in exchange, you—"

"Miss Malfoy, wash up and go to bed!" Before she finished speaking, I picked up the book and notes and walked away from her without hesitation.

Quirrell, that's a strange person. I had a hunch from the first day he came to Hogwarts. Of course, I definitely don't mean the kind of body odor that Daisy mentioned. I don't have that kind of hobby.I mean like we'd know each other.

In fact, Quirrell has indeed hinted at me in some aspects more than once, but I have never been sure whether it has anything to do with that person. After all, this is Hogwarts. Once there is a slight mistake, the consequences will be serious.

But it didn't take long for things to find their way.

"Look! You would never have guessed it, Professor Quirrell's!" It was a quill that passed in front of me. Forgive me for not being able to imagine that such a thing can be worth the excitement of the Malfoy family.

"Hey, guess what's going on."

"Get out of the way, Miss Malfoy, I don't have time to play games with you." I didn't bother to answer her.

"Professor Quirrell asked me to give it to you." Her voice sounded behind my turn.

"Quirrell?" I turned to her in disbelief.

"Yes. He told me to give this to you."

"give me!"

When I was about to get it, Daisy suddenly hid it, "Give me your notes and handouts, how about making a deal?"

I hate the feeling of being blackmailed and threatened with, "Come on! If I do this to you, you're going to have a hard time."

"Come on, maybe Professor Quirrell is trying to give you a hint about the exam questions? It's a good deal when you think about it," she said.

In fact, I once wondered how Miss Malfoy could hold the imagination of a troll in her small, not very bright head.

In the end, it wasn't that I chose to compromise, but that I really didn't want to get entangled with her. While throwing the handout to her, I said viciously: "Go to hell, Daisy Malfoy!"

Speaking of that night, when Quirrell's quill automatically wrote the name Lu Wei on the parchment, I knew I was going to find him.

But I never expected to meet that child—Savior, Mr. Potter!

"Ah! I'm sorry sir." He ran out in a panic and bumped into me. Of course, there were two other students who were in the same panic as him that day.

"Oh, who did I meet, Harry Potter, the savior, the Boy Who Lived. However, looking at such a distressed look, our hero seems to have encountered some trouble!"

He may not have heard my teasing tone, because he actually wanted to foolishly grab me and run with me.

"I don't think I can explain it to you now. We are in some trouble. We have to run fast before we are discovered."

"I really saw it, Merlin! A vicious dog with three heads, it can't wait to pounce on us and tear us apart." It was a red-haired Wesley with a frightened expression on his face that was about to cry.

"You're talking about Lu Wei?" I've seen the big dog with three heads, and it's also Quirrell's hint tonight, although I don't know what he's looking for.

"You've seen it too?" Clearly, Harry realized I might know something.

"Just by chance."

"I don't understand why the school put such a monster here, does Dumbledore know?" It was the one named Hermione Granger who spoke.A noisy Mudblood, according to Draco, though people called her Miss Know-It-All.

"Mr. Potter, if you want to know so much, why don't you find the answer yourself. Sometimes what people tell you is often not the truth. Only what you see with your own eyes is the most reliable. Are you right?"

I bent down and tempted the child little by little, to stimulate his innermost curiosity and desire.

"You mean, Dumbledore..."

"No, I didn't say anything, Savior, you have to find the answer yourself."

Harry froze for a moment, I think he understood what I meant.Perhaps inherited from my father, I know how to disguise myself at any time and make myself more charming when necessary, which I also once played in such a role in later battles.

"Okay, what you should be more worried about than those three-headed beasts is that Hogwarts' night ban rules are not just for display, don't say I, as a senior, didn't remind you."

Finally, when he was leaving, he suddenly turned around and asked me, "Sir, can you tell me your name?"

"You'll know when you need to."

Yes, that's right!He will definitely regret knowing me in the future.

However, no one expected that that flash of thought at that time would really become Harry's real nightmare in the future.

As for now, it's time for that person.

"Severus, come out, playing hide-and-seek in the middle of the night is not a good idea." I called into the empty corridor.

"Mr. Randolph Marvolo Salazar Riddle, Hogwarts' night-banning school regulations will not be a decoration for you either." The current head of Slytherin, professor of Potions - Sif Les Snape, of course he has a more secret identity, my father's former servant, a loyal Death Eater.

In Hogwarts, I don’t think I can find two people as special as me and him. Both of them need to keep their past secret. This time, they were called Devon on the portrait of the headmaster hanging in Dumbledore’s office. The special old woman teased her as Hogg's double secret, but in the end, I stuffed Dumbledore's hat directly into her mouth, which is a very enjoyable thing now thinking about it.

"You have been following me?" The guy in front of him has greasy hair. Merlin knows how long he hasn't washed it. He is the second most annoying guy after Quirrell. I really don't understand why my father always chooses servants. There is such a strange aesthetic.

"No, I'm helping you."

"God knows if your loyalty has been eaten by dogs. Why didn't you catch those three brats just now." I have always doubted that he didn't enter Azkaban but stayed in Hogwarts.

"Even if they are caught, what about you? My venerable son of the Dark Lord, what will Dumbledore think of you, don't forget you were there. So I'm helping you."

"Severus, it's a pity you didn't become a politician, ah, what a perfect sophistry. I guess you lied to Dumbledore in the same way?"

"Please don't doubt my loyalty to your father. You must know that I know your father better than you." He paused, and then showed that mocking look: "And we should all be the same in front of him." Yes, faithful servant."

His words hurt my proud self-esteem, and I put aside the topic impatiently: "put away your hypocritical loyalty, let's talk about important things."

"You want to tell me about Quirrell?"

"What did you feel too?"

"I smell a familiar scent from him." Snape closed his eyes as if meditating on memories.

Forgive me for being so full of thoughts at the moment, I can't think of anything else besides the body odor that Daisy mentioned.

"You mean...he's back. Since he's back, why doesn't he show up?"

"Sorry, I can't answer your question, because no one knows what the Dark Lord thinks, but maybe you can ask him yourself."

"Oh, that must be that he is really still alive. Maybe it's just some illusion of ours." I laughed.

"Don't deny it, Randolph, you feel him more than I do, don't you?"

I didn't continue to answer, I rubbed my wand bit by bit in my hand, Merlin, he guesses so accurately every time, maybe I should teach him a lesson!

With a mischievous thought, I quickly drew my wand and pointed it at Snape: "Crucio!" He was more cunning than I thought, and immediately fought back and dodged.

I admit it was frustrating to feel that way, and he was standing right in front of me with that deadpan look like, "What did you see that day, the first Boggart? What did your father see What is more important is death, so he is afraid of that kind of thing and wants to escape all his life. What about you, you live in his shadow all your life, even though you want to surpass so much, but you can't restrain the fear and unwillingness in your heart, ah~ this is What a sad thing."

"Shut your mouth, Snape! Crucio!" The curse still brushed past him, the cunning servant.

"Put away your wand, and wait until the day when you can truly overcome those fears and stand shoulder to shoulder with your father, then point it at me. Before that, we are all the same, servants of the Dark Lord. "

Severus was right, fear.At that teenage age, the few memories of my father stayed in his pale, distorted face and cold, high-pitched laughter when I was a child. I wanted to escape from that fear more than once, just like fleeing from the desert of despair.But that kind of fear made me eager to prove myself again and again, even stronger than him!

He still hadn't seen the strange glow of the wand when I first touched it, because he was dead by then.Defeated by the fabled savior, an ancient spell, a spell of love, that's how my father was defeated, and his servants who had sworn allegiance to him scattered, and it was only me, on that lonely night, Can't wait for my father - Voldemort.