[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

"That's ridiculous, you want me to confuse that stupid girl?" Snape blushed and looked at Dumbledore angrily, as if offended.

"Severus, I think you should know how special her identity is." Dumbledore said, "If she falls into Voldemort's arms, this must not be what we would like to see. Fortunately, she treats you very well now." Interested, and have the idea of ​​approaching you."

Snape's face turned even redder, as if Dumbledore had forced him to drink a large bottle of vodka, and he said in embarrassment, "Then why don't you go yourself! She'll be interested in you too! Wizard The most powerful white wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore! Why me!"

"She's only interested in you," said Dumbledore, "I know Severus, it's hard for you, you still have love for Lily in your heart, but now you have to. I also hope that Jane Jean is interested in someone else, anyone, even Harry. But, she has her eye on you. Her Potions professor. There is no better opportunity. You don't even need her to help us , as long as she doesn't favor Voldemort."

Snape stared at him, but said nothing.

Dumbledore looked at him seriously: "Please - you can take it as a task."

It was not until a long time later that Snape squeezed out the words stiffly between his teeth: "I will try my best."

Looking at the scene in front of her, Jane coughed up blood and smiled.

The colors swirled, everything around them darkened, and Snape and Dumbledore stood a little apart in the hall.The last of the Yule Ball pass them by and go back to sleep.

"How is it?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"Karkaroff's mark has also turned black. He's nervous and worried about punishment. You know he helped the Ministry a lot after the Dark Lord fell." Snape looked sideways at Dumbledore's crooked nose. "Karkaroff intends to run away if the mark burns."

"Really?" said Dumbledore softly, as Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies came in from the playground, giggling. "You'd love to come with him, too?"

"No," said Snape, his dark eyes fixed on Fleur's and Roger's receding backs, "I'm not such a coward."

"Yes," agreed Dumbledore, "you are far braver than Igor Karkaroff by far. You know, I sometimes think our classification is too hasty..."

He walked away, leaving Snape dejected...

The scene reversed and they returned to the principal's office.It was night now, and Dumbledore was slumped limply on the throne-like chair behind the table, looking delirious.His right hand was drooping, charred and black.Snape murmured a spell, pointed his wand at that wrist, and poured a cup of thick golden potion into Dumbledore's mouth with his left hand.After a while, Dumbledore's eyelids fluttered a few times and opened.

"Why," said Snape, "why did you wear that ring? It has a charm on it, you must know. Why do you even touch it?"

Marvolrogant's ring lay cracked on the table in front of Dumbledore, next to Gryffindor's sword.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly: "I... I did something stupid. The temptation is too great..."

"What temptation?" Snape demanded.

Dumbledore didn't answer.

"It's a miracle you're back here!" said Snape angrily. "There's a particularly powerful enchantment on that ring, and the best we can hope to contain is that. I've temporarily imprisoned the enchantment in a hand-"

Dumbledore raised his charred, useless hand and examined it carefully, as if facing a very interesting antique: "You have done a good job, Severus. How much time do you think I have?"

Dumbledore's tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was asking about the weather forecast.

Snape hesitated, then said, "I can't say, maybe a year. There is no way to stop such a curse forever. It will always spread eventually, and the curse will only grow stronger with time."

Dumbledore smiled.He had less than a year left, and the news seemed insignificant to him: "I'm lucky, very lucky, to have you by my side, Severus."

"If you had called me earlier, I might have been able to take some steps and buy you more time!" Snape said angrily, looking down at the broken ring and the sword. Can the ring break the spell?"

"Almost... I must have lost my head..." said Dumbledore, sitting up in his chair with difficulty. "Well, that makes things easier."

Snape seemed completely bewildered.

Dumbledore smiled. "I mean Voldemort's plan around me. He planned that poor Malfoy boy to kill me."

Snape sat down in the chair, facing Dumbledore across the table.

Jane could see that he wanted to talk more about Dumbledore's cursed hand, but Dumbledore held up his scorched hand as a polite sign of reluctance to continue the subject.

Snape frowned and said, "The Dark Lord didn't expect Draco to succeed. This was just to punish Lucius for his latest failure. It's not right for Draco's parents to see their son fail and then pay the price." It's a blunt knife that cuts flesh."

"Anyway, the boy was as definitely condemned to death as I was," said Dumbledore. "I suppose it would be you who would take over the job should Draco fail?"

A brief silence.

"I think the Dark Lord designed it that way," Snape said stiffly.

"Did Voldemort foresee that in the near future he would no longer need spies at Hogwarts?" said Dumbledore.

"He believes the school will soon be under his control, yes."

"If the school does fall into his hands," said Dumbledore, interjecting as if on the spur of the moment, "I want you to swear that you will do everything in your power to protect the students at Hogwarts, will you?"

Snape nodded stiffly.

"Very well. Well, you first need to figure out what Draco is up to. A panicked teenager is dangerous not only to himself, but to others. Offer him help and guidance, and he should accept, he likes you— —”

"—his father didn't like me that much after he fell out of favor. Draco blamed me for taking Lucius' place." Snape interrupted Dumbledore, irritatedly.

"Never mind, try it. I'm more concerned about the accidental victim of any of the boy's plans than I am about myself. Of course, ultimately there's only one way to save him from Voldemort's wrath."

Snape raised his eyebrows and asked sarcastically, "You're going to let him kill you?"

"Of course not. You must kill me."

There was a long silence, and there was only a strange rattling sound in the room—Phoenix Fox was gnawing a small piece of cuttlefish bone.

Dumbledore clearly felt Snape's resistance, and he also understood the reason for Snape's resistance, so he said: "Severus, you promised—you sent it to Lily's grave." I swear, you will protect her child until the victory of the war. You will pay everything for it, even your own life."

Snape's face twisted unnaturally for a moment.

"You must kill me—but before that we must modify Jane Jean's memory, otherwise she will not allow you to do this." Dumbledore's words lingered in his ears like a vicious curse, making him It got worse, "I'm sorry that your relationship can't go on, Severus, you can't love her yet. You still have your responsibilities."

"Why!" Snape asked angrily, looking angry, "You told me not to refuse her, Dumbledore, and you agreed to her approach!"

"Her power cannot fall into Voldemort's hands, otherwise it will be a disaster for us." The pair of blue eyes stared at him tightly, "Severus, you must kill me Do it."

"Do you want me to do it now?" Snape asked coldly, "or do you need a moment to conceive a tombstone?"

"Oh, not yet," Dumbledore said smiling at him, "I think that moment will come when it should come. Judging from what happened tonight," he pointed to his withered hand, "We can be sure it will happen within a year."

"Since you don't care about death, why don't you let Draco do it?"

"The boy's soul hasn't been completely ruined," said Dumbledore, "and I don't want to tear it apart for my sake."

"And my soul, Dumbledore? Where's mine?"

"Only you know that helping an old man from pain and disgrace will not hurt your soul," said Dumbledore. "Severus, I beg you to do this great thing for me, because death is a certainty for me. as if the Chudley Cannons are going to be last in the league this year. To be honest, I'd rather die quickly and painlessly than procrastinate and embarrassingly, say, with Greyback Involved—I hear Voldemort enlisted him, too? Or fell into the hands of dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it?"

His tone was light, but those blue eyes were looking piercingly at Snape until at last Snape nodded slightly.Dumbledore seemed satisfied.

"Thank you, Severus…"

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Supplement March 3

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