war and peace

By the time Neville had burned his sixth cauldron, everyone noticed that the Potions professor was in a bad mood.He just glanced at Neville, then walked away without seeming to want to look.

What about Professor Snape's frightening vicious words?What about Neville's stay at school?Everyone was waiting for what would happen next, even Neville himself felt abnormal.He stood there staring blankly at the black robe, and Professor Snape didn't even glance at him until Hermione kindly brought him an old cauldron from the storage cupboard.

Normally, Hermione would have been scolded by Professor Snape for her behavior.But nothing happened, he didn't seem to see anything... Did the professor make a mistake?Or took the wrong potion?Or was it not Professor Snape at all, but someone else pretending to be?Everyone was wondering that the Potions classroom had never been so quiet.

This weird silence lasted until the end of get out of class, the students packed up their things and left the classroom in groups.

"What's going on today? Professor Snape let us go just after class? Isn't he the favorite detention?" No one dared to speak until they were far away from the cellar.

"He didn't punish Neville... didn't even say a word..." Ron said dully.As Neville's deskmate, he was ready to accept the baptism of a violent storm, but...

"Maybe he's in a particularly good mood today," Dean guessed.

Simo immediately refuted him: "How is it possible? Didn't you see his face? It doesn't look like he's in a good mood, it's clearly too bad!"

Neville, who was the person involved, still didn't come to his senses, "Maybe it's Merlin's blessing..." In fact, when he said that himself, he was quite confident.Why did he feel that when Snape remembered - his reckoning - it must be even scarier?

Harry, Tom and Hermione followed them and heard the words verbatim.

"There are so many weird things recently." Hermione said, then turned to Tom and asked, "Why do I feel that Professor Snape is a little afraid of you? He hasn't come near us today!"

"I don't feel that way," laughed Tom wryly. "I suppose it's actually quite the opposite—he doesn't think much of me at all."

Listening to his decisive tone, Hermione showed a very puzzled expression. "……Yeah?"

Harry knew what it was about: Professor Snape probably had the same suspicions, and he was almost certain that Tom was the Dark Lord - the Death Eaters knew all too well about the Dark Lord's possessiveness that they would know they The owner of the house does not have the habit of sharing things with others - obviously Tom is fine and has not received any threats from the Dark Lord, which means that Tom and Mr. Gunter are the same person, which means that Tom is the false identity of the Dark Lord... …Having a Death Eater teach the Dark Lord is a lot of pressure; when the Death Eater is still a spy for the Order of the Phoenix, the pressure is beyond description. It should be worrying about being exposed and The ensuing danger to life...

He thought he knew Voldemort's attitude towards this.In view of his own problems, Voldemort endured and did not do anything to Professor Snape; but he did not want to make life easy for the traitor, it was inevitable.Perhaps for Voldemort, frightening Professor Snape was the lowest possible punishment.Harry sighed deeply, knowing that Voldemort had made the ultimate concession.Instead of begging Voldemort to let Snape go, he might as well think about what he could do to help Snape, so that he could calm down sooner.

Compared with the weirdness of the first Potions class of the new term, and the balbo tuber ichor of the first Herbs class, Defense Against the Dark Arts was far more popular - in fact, it was always popular.After the roll call, their Professor Roald smiled and said that Headmaster Dumbledore praised them for their courage, thinking that they could deal with black magic spells.

"So, starting from this school year, I want to take you into a real world of black magic. You must know them and understand them, so that you can better decipher them when facing threats. What I want to say in particular is that black magic Magic is not necessarily all bad or bad, they may have advantages in some respects that white magic cannot match."

There was an uproar in the classroom.If Professor Roald hadn't always been a respected professor, Harry estimated that someone might have jumped up to object.

"I know you have different opinions." Professor Roald continued, completely undisturbed by the emotions underneath, "but there is no doubt that if a white wizard beats a black wizard, it can only show that the The white wizard's attainment in black magic is by no means inferior to that of the black wizard, so that he can find the opponent's flaws and break them."

The whispering below grew louder.This metaphor seems to have a point.Everyone knows that the most recent and most famous contest between black and white wizards was between Dumbledore and Grinwald, and Dumbledore won; that is to say, Dumbledore, their beloved headmaster , is also a master in black magic?

Harry stared.Dumbledore knew that Professor Roald was Voldemort, and let him teach them black magic?It was hard to believe that the headmaster had no other ideas.And Voldemort simply took the opportunity to hint that the so-called White Wizard may not be able to stand on the altar innocently?Harry rubbed his forehead, why did he feel that Dumbledore and Voldemort had already begun to rival each other secretly?

"Professor, do you mean you will too?" asked a Ravenclaw student, raising his hand.The meaning was close to provocation, and Harry really admired his thirst for knowledge.

Professor Roald replied without hesitation: "Of course, otherwise, what do you expect me to teach you next?"

Someone laughed softly.Obviously, the professor's candid attitude has been appreciated by many people.The Ravenclaw boy sat down with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"No problem?" Professor Roald glanced at the class, "Then we'll start. Let's start with the most well-known one, the Unforgivable Curse."

The process of explaining the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse went smoothly.When it came to the final death curse, everyone paid attention to Harry in unison. "...the Avada Kedavra has no cure, of course, with the one and only exception sitting right in front of us."

In this situation, the Dark Lord explained to the Savior the spell he had used on him?Suddenly Harry wanted to laugh, but he could only hold back with great difficulty under the watchful eyes of everyone.Professor Roald glanced at him, seemed to see that his shoulders were shaking, and continued to explain helplessly: "The Avada Kedavra requires a strong willpower and magical power as the foundation. At your current level, the death spell you send out Cursing is not much different from tickling." He aimed at the cage - which contained the last remaining sparrow - and fired a green light: "Avada Kedavra."

The poor bird fell limply from its perch without even uttering a shriek.The class was silent as eyes rolled from sparrow on its belly to Harry's lightning scar.

"So... the man who can't mention his name is dead?" It was still the Ravenclaw boy, and everyone was staring at Professor Roald closely this time.

"I don't think so." Professor Roald seemed to be stunned by the green light for a moment, but he quickly raised his head: "The death curse bounced back... Voldemort lost his body, but he didn't die."

The name made everyone shiver at the same time, as if a gust of cold wind was blowing through the classroom.The Ravenclaw boy shut his mouth tightly and stopped asking. He seemed shocked by the fact that Professor Roald could call the man by his first name without thinking.

After class, the students started a heated argument almost as soon as they left the house.Black magic has always been talked about by people, and Professor Roald's words are undoubtedly a drop of water in the boiling oil.Most of the Gryffindor students are skeptical, while the Ravenclaw students are relatively more open-minded. Many of them feel that they should make judgments after knowing something about black magic.Harry felt that this situation was like the death curse issue he had struggled with before—should he directly kill Avada for a vicious person, or should he be imprisoned in Azkaban first to see the effect?The debate may never end because the lines are hard to judge.

Then there is the question of Voldemort's survival.Of course, all kids growing up in the wizarding world were taught that Voldemort had been killed by the rebound of his own Death Curse - this is the uniform statement in all official publications.But now someone jumps out and says that he is not dead - even if this person is not Dumbledore, but he is a professor they are very familiar with and admire - this is really a very shocking thing.

Almost overnight, Professor Roald's opinion spread throughout Hogwarts.The students were discussing in secret and privately.Some were nervous, some were disapproving, and some were sneering—these people were all Slytherin students who had already got the exact information.The Dark Lord has made a comeback, and he has even pulled the savior to their side; Professor Roald is his spokesperson at Hogwarts, and Tom King is the next successor appointed by the Dark Lord himself.So, what is bowing?With the leadership of the Dark Lord, Slytherin is about to rise...

Harry's tutoring is still going on.This is the best time for them to communicate because no one else is around and there won't be any distractions.

"So in their eyes, I'm already equivalent to a high-ranking Death Eater?" Harry asked angrily and amusedly.He again showed Voldemort that those bows were unnecessary, and Voldemort briefly explained to him the general thinking of Death Eaters.

"I promise, they will see you as much as they see me in the future," said Voldemort.

Harry could see he was telling the truth. "Hey...that's not what I meant! I hope they don't do that again!" he yelled.

"Ever since you decided to stand by my side, these things have been doomed." Voldemort spread his hands, seemingly helpless.

"...Are you saying I brought it on myself?" Harry started grinding his teeth.

"Of course not." Voldemort saw Harry's tendency to get angry, and changed the subject lightly: "You have done a good job of transforming recently."

Harry turned his attention back to the wand he was holding.The point was pointing at another Harry, exactly the same shape and texture, except the eyes looked a little dull. "You haven't told me why I have to change everything into my own image?" He said as he withdrew the magic power, and a pillow fell from the air to the ground. "Transfiguration has considerable limitations in terms of humans and other creatures that have the ability to control autonomous behavior. Even if they become transformed, they still have no soul. Wouldn't it be obvious at first glance?"

"That's just common," said Voldemort, squinting his eyes a little. "Didn't you always want to know why I can maintain two different humanoid states at the same time?"

"Are you finally going to tell me?" Harry asked without answering. This matter was totally against the common sense of wizards, and he had been guessing for a long time.

"I think you remember, what happened the first night we came back?"

Murder... was Harry's first reaction, and then immediately thought that Voldemort was not referring to this. "You mean the spell that I haven't seen before, the white halo, the song of the phoenix..." he said thoughtfully.

"That's a two-way spell." Seeing Harry's puzzled eyes, Voldemort explained, "The next spell you cast can affect both sides at the same time."

Harry's eyes widened. "Shoot the Death Curse at two people at the same time?" He said fiercely, "That's impossible!"

"It's really not, it's just sharing the results." Voldemort waved his hand, "I had the mentality of trying again at the time, thinking that it might be safer, and the worst would be to die together..." He shrugged indifferently, "As a result, you I also saw that the goal was not achieved. My soul has been split too many times and I cannot withstand the impact of the death curse, so my body disappeared. But then I discovered that this had caused another unexpected effect... I originally Feel like I'll never tell anyone, least of all you."

Realizing that he was about to hear a crucial secret, Harry unconsciously leaned closer.

"You still have a piece of my soul in you," Voldemort said, looking into Harry's eyes, "and so do I."

Harry sank into the armchair.He felt his head go blank, and his mouth was dry: "You mean...you split our two souls at the same time?"