[HP] When a son dresses up as an old man

Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, London, England

"Albus, I think we need to talk." James finally calmed down, sat down with the old man he admired, and talked about some things that puzzled him.

"It seems that you know something." Albus was not surprised.

"Albus, do you believe in that prophecy?" James has always felt that prophecy seems so illusory. Although he once defeated the Great Devil of the Century by relying on a prophecy, James is more inclined. It is the sacrifice of many people and everyone It is obtained through joint efforts and has nothing to do with prophecy or anything.

"Why not?" Albus, as a senior magician, knew more about prophecy than other wizards, and James also said that the prophecy was accurate.

"You lied to me? Lied to everyone?" James admired the old man's ability to lie [-]%.

"You can't say 'cheat', it's a white lie." Albus smiled, his expression seemed to say: You are too young.

"Well, then you should tell me, because I have provided you with so much information." James resented.

"Actually, at first I thought that prophecy would not happen. After all, you are already here, and there will not be two saviors in the world at the same time." Albus began to tell the story.

"Well, I agree." James thought the same way at the beginning.

"Sibyll came to apply that day, and Minerva and I were there, and old Bartemius Crouch was also at Hogwarts that day, and he came to talk to me about the Bonn incident. Of course you know about the Bonn incident, the conflict between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters in Germany, which affected Very bad, the German Ministry of Magic seems to be very dissatisfied with the behavior of the Order of the Phoenix, so he came to talk to me about this matter on behalf of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation. Oh! Sadness for Germany, Sebastine controls the German Ministry of Magic!"

"Get to the point." James felt that Albus's divergence of thinking was really too strong, so why did he talk about Sebastine.

"Well, the point is that little Bartemius Crouch came to Hogwarts that day with his father. I didn't notice him at first, as you said, the kid was a Death Eater, but his father doesn't know that now. You You know? After you reminded me, I once thought about locking him up, but then I thought about his father. Old Bartemius Crouch is not such a firm man. If he knows that his child is a Death Eater, it is possible He'll choose to defend, and we'll have one less ally in the Ministry, and it's not worth losing an ally for a fringe Death Eater of no importance, is it?"

"Albus! Get to the point!" James almost gritted his teeth, he was going crazy.

"Alright." Albus took a sip of his tea, his throat was dry after talking for so long.

"Sibyll is a somewhat neurotic woman, and Hogwarts is a school. There are many prophets who are more sensible and suitable for teachers to apply for, so I politely told her that we do not intend to admit her." Albus seemed to have returned to that day, Thinking of Sibyll's reaction when he heard that, oh, that wasn't such a good memory.

"Maybe I wasn't tactful enough. In short, Sibyll seemed to feel that her self-esteem was insulted, so she fell into her own world at the time. After she smashed my ninth cup in a panic, she started It was prophesied..."

"What is the content of the prophecy?" James focused on it, and this was what he really cared about.

"Oh, that sounds like a tongue twister, four lines: The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is coming, born on the night at the end of the seventh month, the wings of the Dark Lord are upon him, but he has the Dark Lord An energy you don't understand." Albus pushed his reading glasses.

"At that time she kept repeating: the one who has the ability to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month, and the convulsions are almost uncontrollable, which makes me very distressed, because Minerva suddenly found out through the crack of the door that little Bartemius Crouch The back that hastily left."

"So you?" James squinted.

"Well, based on what you said, I would boldly guess that little Bartemius Crouch probably only heard what Sibyll repeated later, so I decided to mislead Voldemort. I spread the news that the savior will be born at the end of July, Let the Death Eaters confuse themselves. Those people locked their eyes on the Order of the Phoenix, on the White Wizard, and found out almost all the children who will be born in July, except, Death Eaters!" Albus's glasses were in the sunlight Shining silver light, this is the point.

"Voldemort would never have imagined that the child he's been looking for for so long is actually by his side. No one knows, not even myself, who and where that child is now? What? You found the child ? Oh, that child should be full moon now." Albus's trick was very clever, it not only caused Voldemort to burn out, but also caused unprecedented chaos among the Death Eaters, and also protected the child in the prophecy.

"Merlin, Albus, you actually said the same prophecy to me?" James couldn't laugh or cry.

"Don't talk about James like that, some things won't work if you tell them. You see, if I told you the truth at the beginning, you wouldn't enjoy the fun of being caught off guard by me now." Seeing James' deflated Looking at it, Albus looked very happy, rocking the rocking chair contentedly.

"Even if you put many white wizard families with children at risk?" James finally asked.

"James, fighting requires sacrifice. They will be in danger after all, and little Bartemius Crouch will tell Voldemort what he knows. And, now it turns out that those families are all right, don't they? The Order of the Phoenix has given them what they can do so far Besides, didn't we have an ace spy by Voldemort's side at that time?" Albus felt that he just did the most appropriate thing that could be done under the circumstances at that time.

"Albus, you are a person with the spirit of sacrifice." After holding back for a long time, James said this sentence that he never had time to say to Albus in his previous life.

"Whether it's for others or for yourself."

"I still say that, fighting requires sacrifice, James." But Albus always believed that sacrifice would be rewarded.

James sighed heavily.

"Albus, you're right, the baby was born, and you'd have no idea who it was." Born on the night at the end of the seventh month, no one but Draco the guy.The wings of the Dark Lord hang over him, but he possesses powers that the Dark Lord does not understand.snort!yes!The Dark Lord has already become his godfather, this wing is strong and comprehensive!

"That kid is the Dark Lord's godson, Merlin's sock." James felt a headache saying that.

"Oh, it's surprising that Voldemort would baptize a certain child!" Albus was surprised here.

"Who knows, he must have been under the Confusion Curse to make such a decision." Voldemort didn't pay much attention to Draco before, why did he think of baptizing the child this time?Is it fate?

"In short, Voldemort will not hunt and kill the child, so even if the prophecy is true, Voldemort will not be wiped out because he wanted to kill the child like last time. What should we do now?" James knew everything From now on, it's completely different.There was no hunt, no betrayal, no mother's love spell, and no accidental death of Voldemort.

"Albus, we don't have the advantage anymore."

"No, James, we have an advantage." Albus replied slowly, looking scheming.

"You mean?" James looked at Albus.

"Severus Snape." Albus smiled like a fox.

James gasped for breath, what was Albus going to do?He was scared of Albus now.

"Don't look at me so vigilantly, James, I'm not going to do anything this time, the point is what he's going to do." Albus has been in contact with Severus for a while, and the child has a strong black aura, full of hatred And alone, like a desperate beast.At that time, everyone thought James was dead. While talking with the boy, he discovered that Severus seemed to have made a decision and acted on it, and Albus was sure that the action had something to do with Voldemort.

"Albus, you are too cunning..." James had to admit, Albus guessed, all hit...

"If you believe me, you can tell me." Albus was also curious about what the kid thought of to deal with Voldemort.This was something Albus discovered only recently. Gryffindor's fight against Slytherin was a tough battle that required bloodshed, but Slytherin's fight against Slytherin was like playing chess. It was evenly matched and full of fun.

"Of course I believe you, but Sev doesn't necessarily believe you, so I can't tell you anything on his behalf." Although James always felt that it seemed difficult for the professor to fight alone, it was something the professor insisted on, and he would not destroy.

"Oh, that's a pity." Albus knew James wouldn't say it, and shook his head regretfully.

"It's okay, it's the same to wait and see the final result. James, if you need my help, you know how to find me." Albus laughed.

Just as Albus' old fox had predicted, Snape's actions were indeed on the line.

Snape was waiting for Voldemort's summons. He knew that Voldemort would come to him before the sun rose.Because, Voldemort's potion has been drunk...

Severus was sitting on the sofa, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest.When the pointer pointed to three o'clock in the morning, Voldemort's summons arrived as scheduled...

Pushing open the gorgeous door, Snape came to this place again, and after saying goodbye for more than a month, he saw that familiar person again.

"Good evening, Lord."

Voldemort wasn't in the mood to be polite because he was in so much pain that he had to grit his teeth and summon Snape in the middle of the night.

"Severus, the medicine...my medicine..." Voldemort didn't want to make himself look so weak, but he couldn't even stand up, every muscle in his body was twitching crazily, as if tens of millions A needle kept going in and out of his brain.He could hear his own heartbeat, as fast as a motor running at overspeed, his scorching body temperature seemed to be roasted on fire, and he began to experience auditory hallucinations and hallucinations from time to time.

"Lord, take it easy." Snape liked Voldemort so much at the moment, it looked so cute.

"Come on, I'll support you." Snape walked over slowly, ignoring Voldemort's agitation.

"No need!" Even the pain couldn't make Voldemort let go of even a little bit of dignity, he didn't need someone to help him.

"Where's the medicine?" Voldemort couldn't think, so he didn't realize how wrong Snape looked today.

Hearing Voldemort's impatient question, Snape smiled and spoke.

"Lord, you know? I'm getting bored." Snape was planning to end all of this. Originally, for the potion of immortality, he planned to endure Voldemort for a while longer.But there is no need for that now, because the potion of immortality is useless to him now, and what he wants has come back.

There was a buzzing in Voldemort's ears, and he listened with difficulty, trying to see what this Severus Snape was going to say.

"I've been by your side for five years. I know your personality, thoughts, everything...but do you know me?" Snape suddenly chatted with Voldemort.

The empty hall was so quiet, only Voldemort's painful panting echoed occasionally.

"Lord, my mother's name is Eileen Prince, as you know. You once asked me if I hated her. Now I can answer your question. I don't hate her. Because she is my mother, she gave My life, led me into the world of potions, taught me the true meaning of potions, and has always been proud and proud of me. I don't hate her, not at all... But she died, Lord, you killed her... ..." Snape looked at Voldemort with his own mother's eyes.He wants to use the potion his mother taught him to avenge his mother.

Hearing this, Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, and his resentful gaze shot at Snape like a sharp sword.Smart as Voldemort, he seemed to have begun to understand the true meaning of Snape's arrival today.

"Lord, don't look at me like that, I don't owe you anything, you owe me." Snape wasn't afraid of Voldemort's gaze, he had never been really afraid of Voldemort.

"It's you..." Voldemort struggled to stand up with the table, trying to maintain his pride and dignity in front of this huge enemy.

"The ghost is you, it's you who turned me into this, everything is you!" Voldemort's voice was trembling, because the pain in his body had reached the limit of endurance, but he didn't want to show weakness at all.

"No, it's not me, it's you." Snape stated the facts.

"It's your lies and hypocrisy, it's your split Horcruxes, it's your cruelty." Snape said clearly word by word.

"If you hadn't split the horcrux, I wouldn't have this opportunity. If you hadn't killed my parents, I wouldn't have come to revenge." Voldemort has his good and his bad, just like everyone in this world Just like ordinary people. Voldemort is not invincible, he also has weaknesses, and he does not have to be defeated, because no one can prove that the perfect world he insisted on is completely wrong.

"Slytherin is selfish, Lord, it is your cruelty that made me who I am now, and your dream of immortality that made you what I am now, don't say who is right and who is wrong, we are all selfish."

"I'm going to kill you..." Voldemort pulled out his wand, and using his chaotic magic power, he used Avada on Snape.

"You can't kill me." Snape also drew his own wand, and fought back, this was the first time he had done something like a Gryffindor, fighting like a warrior.

"Ah!" Voldemort howled in pain after several battles of spells, his body became more disordered because of the forced use of magic. Voldemort's wand fell to the ground, and he held his head that was about to explode, venting like a madman.

"Lord, I'm leaving." Snape withdrew his wand, his revenge was complete, and there was no need to stay any longer.

"Severus Snape, why don't you kill me with your wand? Are you afraid? You know, you can kill my body, but you can't destroy my soul! I will come back!" Voldemort seemed to use all the power in his body Energy comes to hate the person in front of him, his cold words are creepy, no one will doubt the authenticity of his words at this moment.

"Lord, I will not kill you with my wand, because I have paid back the two lives you owed me with potions. Of course, you will not live long without my potions, no one I can save you. Maybe there will be a day when you will make a comeback, and I welcome you to avenge me at any time, this is the dignity of Slytherin. But at that time, it is no longer my mission to deal with you." Snape didn't know Will there be a day when he admired Voldemort back then, and he still yearns for that perfect world that Voldemort insisted on.If it wasn't for hatred, Snape really wanted to see if that world was as beautiful and free as Voldemort described it to be.

Voldemort's death was inevitable, but as Voldemort said, his soul was so powerful, Snape could destroy Voldemort's body, but he couldn't destroy his soul.That soul may be incomplete, may be scarred, but strong, still strong.

Snape was gone, he had walked into here step by step, and now he was still stepping out of here step by step, out of this dark world that made him extremely contradictory.

"Snape..." Borg stood in the middle of the corridor outside the door, looking at Snape with a complicated expression.He didn't mean to hear this, the last time the Lord ordered him to study Snape's potion, he just received a summons to report the results, he couldn't find out the ingredients and production method of Snape's potion, no matter how many times he tried It's the same every time.Walking to the door, I heard the sound of fighting inside, and listened carefully, only to find...

"Borg, if you decide to block me, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Snape drew his wand and looked at Borg calmly.The black wand, made by elves and containing the power of the sea, shone dazzlingly under the dim yellow firelight.

Borg didn't hesitate long, he sidled out of the way.

"Let's go, someone will come soon." Borg lowered his head, thinking he must be crazy to do such a thing.

Snape was a little puzzled as to why Borg would do this, but when he passed by Borg, he whispered: Thank you.

Borg watched with a complicated expression as Snape's tall back gradually merged into the darkness before his eyes... Borg's breathing was short, and he secretly saw Voldemort's situation through the crack of the door. Lord fell to the ground, twitching and screaming in pain, he had never seen such a Lord. Borg looked at the bottle of potion in his hand, was it because of this thing?A bottle of potion... Borg smiled wryly. It turned out that all that was needed to destroy the seemingly invincible Lord was a bottle of potion.It seems that there really is no absolutely powerful existence in this world...

"Lord, it seems that it's time for me to say goodbye to you too." Borg murmured softly, a Voldemort who was no longer powerful, and the defection of the congregation seemed to be the expected result.He was not a student of Hogwarts, and he didn't know what the so-called dignity of a Slytherin was. He was from Durmstrang, and there was only one rule in Durmstrang, and that was winner and loser.

He, was going to follow someone stronger, the one who could defeat Voldemort.