The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

It was already late, but the sky in the middle of the summer night was not so dark that the road ahead could not be seen. The breeze blew from the wilderness and the hills, and then was divided into strands by the stone sculptures and tombstones scattered in the cemetery. The fallen leaves of the yew and the grass on the ground were curled by the wind and drifted away silently.

Loren hid in the corner and observed secretly, without worrying too much.

Although Voldemort regained his flesh and blood and showed great power in front of the Death Eaters, he showed kindness to Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr., and tortured and punished several Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse.

The means of using both kindness and force were actually to regain the hearts of the people, and no life of any Death Eater was harmed.

Snape was even tolerant.

There was only one reason, Voldemort had just returned and was short of manpower, and every Death Eater was his precious servant.

So now letting Snape stay alone was not to take action, but to give Snape a chance to express his loyalty again and thoroughly show his position.

When all the Death Eaters left, Snape's heart became calmer. If Voldemort's Legilimency could break through his brain occlusion, he would see that there was no panic or hesitation in his deep consciousness, only the silence of the deep water of the Black Lake.

Snape saw the shadow of the angel statue projected behind Voldemort, covering his original shadow, as if it had wings. The shadow holding the long-handled sickle was Voldemort's shadow, and the blade of the sickle was stretched very long, as if it was a god who harvested life.

He slowly met Voldemort's scarlet snake eyes, without a ripple in his eyes, as calm as a lake of dead water: "At your service..."

Voldemort looked into his eyes steadily, as if he wanted to see his own shadow in those eyes: "You know what I want."

"Master, please give me some time, I will sort out Dumbledore's intelligence for thirteen years, it won't take too long..." Snape said dryly, and there was no fault in his voice and tone.

"Do you hate me?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

Snape couldn't follow his train of thought and frowned in confusion: "What?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at him: "Thirteen years ago, you begged me to spare that woman's life, but I killed her, Harry Potter's mother, your beloved... Lily Evans!"

Snape opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. His face showed complex emotions, including the sadness of remembering the deceased, the sadness of the loved one's death because of him, and the unknown longing...

Voldemort circled around him, the shadow of death always shrouded him, and a hissing sound like a snake spitting out its core came from his mouth: "Look at you, Severus, a face of love and resentment, every part of it exudes the disgusting, Dumbledore's constant talk of... love."

"Or do you want to tell me that you have given up that feeling, from Spinner's End to Hogwarts, and even after graduation, you have given up on that feeling. I couldn't give it up, and this person died under my wand, how can you ask me to believe it? "Voldemort said softly, "Even before that, you were my most loyal servant..."

"After that, I was also your most loyal servant." Snape put away the complicated expression on his face and said calmly, "That night, I lost the two most important people at the same time, one was Lily, and the other was the Dark Lord who I had been pursuing and guided me forward..."

"For this reason, I was depressed for a long time and chose to stay in Hogwarts as an ordinary potion professor, teaching students, correcting homework, reading potion journals every day... I didn't care about the exclusion of McGonagall, Flitwick and Sputterlow. I had no goals and couldn't see the way forward. I was like a body without a soul. If there was anything that could interest me, it was only potions..."

Voldemort listened to his story without saying a word. In the corner blind spot that Snape couldn't see, the expression on his face eased a little. In a trance, he seemed to see the years he had spent in the welfare home before entering Hogwarts.

"Until Quirrell snatched the Philosopher's Stone..." Snape seemed not to notice Voldemort's sudden sharp gaze, and continued to speak, "I have a pursuit, a supreme pursuit, which comes from your inspiration and the warning of Lily's death..."

Voldemort's slightly hoarse voice took over his unfinished words: "Conquer death and gain immortality."

Loren slowed down his breathing, and he immediately understood Professor Snape's plan-to convince Voldemort with the same ideal.

Voldemort must not have thought that his ultimate goal was not immortality at all, but resurrection...

Snape's black eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his voice slightly: "The Philosopher's Stone is an important clue to the elixir of immortality, but Dumbledore seems to be afraid of me mentioning it. In the summer vacation after Quirrell's failure, he and Nicolas Flamel personally destroyed the Philosopher's Stone.

"I suspect this is just false news he released. I have specially investigated for a period of time. I spent a year to confirm that Nicolas Flamel and his wife are indeed dead. There is no trace of them in the secluded place in the UK or in France..."

"You are too worried, Severus. Dumbledore will not lie on this point. He is afraid that others will obtain the powerful power of the Philosopher's Stone." Although Voldemort was denying his behavior, his tone was unconsciously filled with appreciation. "He is such a timid and cautious person, claiming that death is another great adventure, but he has lived longer than most wizards, huddled in Hogwarts Castle away from all dangers and disputes, and he is afraid that someone will surpass him... …”

"Later, I investigated new clues..." Snape looked at Voldemort, paused, and said the word that made his pupils shrink, "Horcrux!"

Voldemort's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint and were scarlet: "What else do you know?"

"There is a book called "Advanced Dark Arts" in the restricted section of the library. The despicable Halbo left behind the method of making Horcruxes. The most critical page was torn..." Snape bowed slightly and said respectfully. Said, "Great Dark Lord, Severus is willing to be your most loyal servant forever."

Voldemort stared at him for a long time, his lips split open on both sides. If he had any doubts about Snape before, at this moment, all doubts about his identity and position were gone.

Dumbledore had already confiscated Ravenclaw's diadem and Hufflepuff's golden cup. He must have found out about the Horcruxes, so the headmaster would definitely not allow anyone to have any thoughts about the Horcruxes.

Voldemort slowly stepped forward and stood in front of him: "You made the right choice. I want to leave the most important thing to you..."

"At your service."

"I want you to return to Hogwarts, continue to be a dedicated Potions Professor, Head of Slytherin, and monitor Dumbledore's every move for me."

Snape hesitated for a moment: "But if I take Barty Crouch Jr. to escape without authorization, they will no longer believe me."

"Who said you led him to escape?" A meaningful smile appeared on Voldemort's twisted snake face.

"What do you mean?" Snape's eyes followed his line of sight and fell on the shapeless body in the middle of the field.

"The former Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic and the current Director of the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation, our serious Mr. Crouch has actually been a member of the Death Eaters many years ago. He hid his identity and escaped trial. But he didn't expect that his son would be exposed by Karkaroff, so he replaced his son serving a sentence in Azkaban with his seriously ill wife..."

"Because of their respect for the Dark Lord, they decided to take revenge on Harry Potter, so they restarted the Goblet of Fire Tournament, trying to make the Boy-Who-Lived die in the tournament, and planned a series of secret plans... …”

Voldemort frowned slightly, seeming to be completely immersed in his own fabricated story, and sighed regretfully, "In the finals of the Goblet of Fire, their plan implicated others and caused the death of another student. Barty Crouch was exposed by a professor at Hogwarts and caught red-handed.”

"His father quickly received the news and hid in the area where prisoners are held in Hogwarts. He removed his son's restraints and tried to escape. However, he was discovered by the Potions Professor who was passing by and chased him all the way. In the end..."

Voldemort sighed triumphantly: "One death and one escape."

"This..." Snape looked hesitant, "Those people at Hogwarts may not completely believe this story, especially Dumbledore."

"They don't need to believe it completely. I know that old guy Dumbledore. He is always willing to give people one more chance, even if others think you are not worthy of trust..."

Voldemort said lazily that the pursuit of Horcruxes destined Snape to be a member of the Death Eater camp, "Severus, we have enough time, more than you have seen in history books, more than you have in your mind." As you can imagine, it will take a long time..."

"Serving you." After Snape said this, his figure flickered and disappeared into the cemetery of Little Hangleton.

After hearing the absurd stories fabricated by Voldemort, Loren immediately deduced in his mind the ripples these contents would cause in the wizarding world.

The story of Crouch and his son's Death Eaters is almost impeccable, and the Death Eater group will certainly help spread the story, while the group headed by Dumbledore will break out the story of another mysterious man's resurrection and return.

The key to which news the general wizarding community will believe lies in whether Voldemort reveals his whereabouts.

Since Voldemort made up this story, it means that he has already made a plan...

Just when Loren thought Voldemort would leave quickly, he saw Voldemort approaching the haggard corpse that collapsed on the ground. After putting his wand into his black robe, Voldemort turned his head and looked into the air expressionlessly, as if What are you waiting for?

Soon Loren knew what he was waiting for.

The night was shrouded in the dead silence of the wilderness cemetery, and a bright orange flame suddenly appeared in the mid-air in the not-so-large open space.

There was obviously nothing to burn in the air, but the flames burned more and more fiercely, quickly expanding into an adult-sized fireball. Under Voldemort's gaze, the blazing flames rolled and tore through the air, making a slight explosion. noise.

A figure stepped out of the flames. He was wearing a gray ceremonial robe, his hair was tied together with olive branches, and his long white beard was tied in front of him with a hair tie.

Through the flames that gradually converged and extinguished, Loren could see the old face full of confusion and shock. He twitched the corners of his stiff mouth and complained silently in his heart.

What a pretense, if Dumbledore hadn't been here from the beginning, he would have eaten the stone sculpture in front of him.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore." Voldemort greeted him sincerely. "Unfortunately, there is nothing here, so I can't entertain you."

"Good evening, Tom..." Dumbledore seemed to quickly accept this fact, put away all expressions, and looked at him with a solemn face, "Maybe we can change places and let me, an old man, have a drink... I I have come a long way, I don’t mind walking a little longer.”

After listening to the meaningful words, Voldemort glanced at Riddle House located on the mountainside and refused: "Please believe me, Principal Dumbledore, the road I am walking is farther and more difficult..."

"Maybe I know a little bit..." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort from a distance across Crouch's body. "I once saw old trees covered with snake bones in the Albanian forest. Even in Hogwarts, I The students have also encountered the miserable ghosts who have no place to live many times."

"But not everyone is as lucky as Harry Potter, such as the Hufflepuff warrior." Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's ugly face and pointed to the corpse not far away, the expressionless snake. A smile twisted on his face, "Perhaps poor Cedric needs a good teacher to guide him to the road of death!"

Dumbledore pursed his lips tightly, holding a simple wand, and his robes swayed automatically without any wind. The majestic magic power surged and accumulated in his old but still strong body, as if a turbulent wave would pour out and drown Voldemort at any time.

Voldemort had a gloomy face and slowly moved around Crouch's body, trying to avoid the old guy's lock on the opposite side.

They had fought several times many years ago. Although there was no fatal fight and the outcome of the battle was unclear, the result was that the Death Eaters' killings avoided Hogwarts, which had the largest number of Muggle half-blood wizards.

His years as a ghost were spent in thirteen years of suffering, but this old guy has been dormant at Hogwarts, ignoring the tedious daily teachings, rejecting the nomination of the Ministry of Magic twice, and not having to deal with the complicated paperwork. Spend energy on it and have enough time to study magic...

Voldemort gradually couldn't bear the increasing pressure. At a certain moment, the afterimage of the yew wand in his hand was suddenly swung out:

"【Avada Kedavra】"

The faint green light shot out in an unstoppable manner, and the remaining faint light left by the cursed beam almost became a thin line. Before Loren could see it clearly, it was already approaching Dumbledore.

The bright orange-red flames flashed away, and the death curse was lost in the blazing flames.

As the battle officially started, golden spells and green light poured down on the entire cemetery like heavy rain. Voldemort disappeared into the black mist that spread out at some point. Dumbledore's robes were swirling, and his figure was everywhere on the battlefield. Flashing.