The Son of Light of the Snake House

The holidays without Voldemort had come pretty fast, but in the eyes of others, they had been terribly slow.

Defense Against the Dark Arts exams were taken earlier than all other subjects, according to Professor Jerome, to give them time to review other subjects they "could" fail.

"Then what's the homework?" A girl wearing a dark green scarf stood up, her cheeks flushed.

"Student Pansy." Daniel smiled: "I have prepared two thesis topics for you, and you only need to choose one of them to complete."

"The first is about the knowledge you have learned from the trolls this semester and your own thinking. Let me think about it, how about 2500 words? Prevent you from showing me your handwriting that is big and small."

Ron let out a loud sigh beside Harry.

"For the second item, let's talk about magic defense—it's about 2500 words. I hope to see your unique answers. Children from wizard families can use their family background to answer the question. Old knowledge yields new insightful insights, and non-wizard kids can come up with something novel based on their own lived experiences."

Finally, Daniel clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention: "That's it, if possible, I suggest that all be delivered to my office before next Friday. Now, get out of class." Walk.

"Harry, what do you want to write?" Ron leaned over and asked him.

"Me... the second question..." He had a hunch that Professor Jerome's grading of final assignments might not be as easy to get along with as his personality.

...............

As night fell, the full moon gradually climbed up the treetops.

Severus was preparing potion ingredients like every night for the past ten years, but the fireplace crackled twice.

When he walked over, a piece of soft gold-rimmed parchment flew out, with his friend's handwriting on it:

He's back, vigilant.

Severus felt like falling into an ice cave for an instant.

"...Sev, are you sure the information on this is accurate?" Dumbledore flipped through the small parchment and the writing on it back and forth.

Severus hummed heavily. "He...wouldn't lie about this kind of thing."

"Is it because his 'faith' is not as deep as others?" Dumbledore's round glasses with gold frames reflected sharp light.

"He prefers to grow the family rather than purge - especially now that his son is still at Hogwarts." Severus explained casually.

"Since you say so, then I believe you." Dumbledore smiled, restrained his expression, and looked at Severus again: "That mark..."

Severus stretched out his right hand reflexively, trying to touch his left arm, but stopped abruptly.He whispered, "I'm having a fever."

"Really..." Dumbledore tore up the parchment in his hand and threw it into the fireplace, with a worried expression on his face: "Sev, my child, maybe you will be summoned tonight..."

"I'll be careful." Severus looked up and met the old man's eyes, dark and empty.

Dumbledore sighed: "I mean, you must protect yourself, okay? Voldemort doesn't care about his subordinates, but Hogwarts cares about his Potions professor...don't worry me."

Severus lowered his head slightly, was silent for a while, and opened his mouth: "I can't..."

I can't forget those green eyes.

Before Dumbledore had time to say anything else, Severus' face changed slightly. He pressed the hot dark mark, nodded to Dumbledore, and walked out of the warm office.

The icy air in the hallway made his brain clearer. He didn't know what to do so far, but he had already determined his ultimate goal in his heart.

Even at the expense of myself.

...............

The moon is hidden behind the dense branches, and it only casts a little light, which barely allows people to see the scene in the jungle clearly.

There were about 20 people standing in the woods, but they were all silent, wearing black robes that reached to their ankles, and their faces could not be seen clearly at all.They were silent, like ghosts on a rainy night.

They were almost there when Severus Apparated.

A Death Eater stepped back from their master, and lowered his rolled-up sleeves to cover the Dark Mark that Voldemort had just touched.

Everyone lowered their heads, walked up to Voldemort one by one, knelt down, and kissed his lower robe, and finally retreated, forming a circle.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Voldemort only spoke after the last person retreated to his position.

His voice sounded so hoarse and dull that a cold breath came from one's spine.

"After so long, there are still people following me." He said, laughing twice: "My dear Lucius, why are you here?"

"Master!" A black-robed man at the side immediately knelt down: "I heard about you, so I couldn't wait to come over."

"Is that so?" asked Voldemort. "I see. I thought you were already basking in the glory of losing me."

"How could it be, my master." Lucius lowered his head and kissed the corner of his robe again: "I kept the items you kept for me well."

Voldemort responded from his nasal cavity: "Well, you did a good job." He said unexpectedly, "Where is my Bella? Where is my loyal madwoman?"

Before Lucius had time to speak, a man in black robe on the right stood up: "She was imprisoned in Azkaban...I will find a way to rescue her."

"Okay. Then I will leave this matter to you, Crouch." Voldemort's voice sounded satisfied.Then he turned to Severus.

"Snape, my little spy—why are you here? It must be easy being a professor at Hogwarts, isn't it?"

Severus leaned over silently: "I've been trying to find your whereabouts, Master. I've sneaked to Albania more than once, just..."

He had already activated Occlumency, because Voldemort loved to look at other people's memories, but this time it was different.

Before Severus's lips were on Voldemort's robes, he heard other voices coming from Voldemort's side.

"Owner."

Only then was Severus surprised to find that someone was standing beside Voldemort without even saluting, while Voldemort was acquiescing.

After hearing the man's voice, Voldemort immediately became impatient, kicked Severus away, and then ordered them all to go back and wait for the next step, and then drove them all away.

Severus deliberately stayed the last to leave, and before he disapparated, only Voldemort and the man in black who was facing him were left in the jungle.

He couldn't help looking at it from the corner of his eye, just at this moment, the moonlight finally got rid of the gnarled branches, and cast a silvery white light into the woods, and the last thing imprinted on Severus' retina was the flash Bright silvery white, and slightly raised lips.

It looks very soft.

Severus thought so inappropriately as he stood in his office.

The author has something to say:

People in black robes, I believe that you are so smart, you must be able to guess it.

The reason why Voldemort came out early is also because of him.

I originally listened to the song to concentrate, but after 5 minutes of listening to the song, I was already shaking hhhhh

Fanwai has already written 6 chapters 5555 I can write it, and sure enough, Fanwai is happier than the main text, as if domestic flowers do not have the fragrance of wild flowers (?)