The Son of Light of the Snake House

Severus was still thinking about that man when he returned.

Voldemort seems to trust him very much, and he even has the power to influence Voldemort's decisions.

Before he could think about it carefully, the flames in the fireplace roared up, and a figure in a black robe emerged from it, walked out in the silence of the room, pulled off his hood, and revealed Platinum's smooth long hair and pale face.

His first sentence was not a hypocritical greeting, but a direct question: "Do you see his weakness?"

Severus froze for a moment before recalling Voldemort's state tonight. He was indeed extremely weak, but...

"Isn't that because of the resurrection?"

Lucius took a deep breath, sat on Severus' sofa, and said, "...he doesn't seem to have just been resurrected."

He reached out his hand to his temple, turned it around vigorously, and then continued: "And it's not through... magic."

Although what he said was cryptic, Severus still understood: "It's the man next to him? Do you know that man?"

"... I guess I understand."

Severus urged him with his eyes.

"It happened last year, you and I both know, he was in Albania - he was not found, even though I sent a lot of people. But in November, he suddenly contacted me and brought that person."

"That person claimed to be Magician A, and it seemed that he used his own power to resurrect the master, but because the master's soul was incomplete, and the normal existence time was very short, the master asked me to give a part of the Golden Galleon, and they were in A's Hastily left under urging."

Severus immediately grasped the point: "Urging means that the time is up, just like today."

"That's right, but after this, the master never summoned me again, and I never saw A's face again, and the rigged Gallon disappeared." Lucius said slowly: "I think, A has already Cracked my little trick."

Severus gave him a deep look: "Go back, Narcissa has been waiting for a long time."

"Well." Lucius stood up and looked at his best friend, "I know what I'm doing, I hope you can take care of us when you act—you don't have nothing."

He stepped into the fireplace, leaving Severus alone in the huge room.

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

"Oh my God, I can't believe it, I actually passed Potions!" Ron looked at his report card and jumped up exaggeratedly: "When I saw Snape's face, I thought he was going to Throw me out immediately!"

"Professors are still very generous, but I heard that Professor Jerome's score seems to be not ideal." Hermione sorted out her report card, and focused on Defense Against the Dark Arts class - E. "He's really strict."

Ron glanced at the grades, there was a bright red A hanging on it, and he could even see the original P underneath.

"I thought I'd get an O, Professor Jerome is so stingy... How much did you get, Harry?"

Harry smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his report card, but Ron and Sidney snatched it away, and Harry turned to cover his ears——

"O???? All O???" Ron seemed to be in disbelief, looking at each one over and over again: "O, this one is also O, you even got O in Defense Against the Dark Arts! Harry! what happened!!"

Ron's appearance was like sleeping with a friend and playing games every day during class to avoid studying. He made an appointment to take the last one or two in the exam, but when the results came out, he was shocked to find that his friend was the first in age.

"Luck, luck." Harry laughed twice: "Professors are very gentle..."

So Ron rushed over with a yelp, grabbed him and rubbed him to relieve his uneasiness and welcome their long vacation.

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

The Black Devil's mark became violently hot again.

Severus hesitated, he had never seen the Dark Mark glow in daylight, and even in his prime as a Death Eater, Voldemort never did, as if he was born to live in the dark.

It's just that hesitation is hesitation, and I still have to go.Severus chased away Jerome, who had been begging for nothing in his office, and hastily donned his robes to the assembly point.

Everything looked lovely and new in the bright sun, except Voldemort himself, seated in an armchair.

He said nothing, waited for everyone, and did not allow the etiquette of the Death Eaters to approach him.

Like a dead man.Severus thought suddenly, but surprised himself.

After waiting for a while, all the Death Eaters heard the rustling of the ground, and watched a thick and long white snake tail sweep past them, and finally stopped beside Voldemort.

"Is everyone here?" Voldemort said suddenly, his voice sounded a bit strange, but no one dared to object.

Lucius stepped out first and lowered his head: "Everything is here, master."

"Really? That's good." Voldemort's voice sounded extremely deep, and then suddenly became clear, which even sounded eerily familiar: "Now that you are all here, the matter will be easy to talk about."

Before the Death Eaters could react, the voice continued: "Now, you are allowed to raise your heads and look directly at the appearance of your former master—then, surrender to me."

Severus and Lucius looked at each other in disbelief, but neither of them dared to look up first.

"What? Are you so scared? I'm a." The man smiled, turned around and pushed Voldemort's stiff body off the chair, so that his pale face could enter the eyes of his pious believers: "Look carefully, He will be thrown into the sea later." The voice even sounded a little sighed.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked up first. "Who are you?" He looked furious.

"Oh, don't get excited, let me think about it, are you Barty Crouch?" Without waiting for Crouch to answer, he continued, laughing at Yanyan: "I heard that you were going to be taken to prison, In the end, your mother replaced you? God, you are such a filial son, your tortured mother must be very pleased—”

The man moved closer "—after all, her son is going in to accompany her soon."

"You...! Avada Kedavra!" Crouch immediately grabbed the wand and cast a death curse.

"This is not good." A said with a smile: "Backlash."

The others couldn't help raising their heads, just in time to see the green light reflected by the black shield piercing Crouch's body.Crouch kept his eyes wide open until the moment of his death, not knowing what he saw.

A wore a round white mask with conspicuous blush painted on it, without even holes for eyes. He sat back on the chair where Voldemort used to sit in front of everyone, and spread his hands:

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to send him back to prison as a good citizen, but I missed it." A laughed haha, looking even more nervous: "I don't know how many people want to surrender to me, but I'm not collecting junk like that fellow Voldemort, how about that?"

A raised a finger, looking extraordinarily fair and slender in the sun: "I'll kill the ones that I don't like first, so that your choices should be able to proceed normally, right?"

Severus had only one thought at the moment.

This man was a lunatic, more difficult to deal with than Voldemort, and more difficult to understand.

The author has something to say:

They have completely different personalities, and can be regarded as completely different people. By the way, the previous stories are also completely different.

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