Popular Web NovelsChapter 502: Obtaining TrustChapter 502: Obtaining Trust
Having been repeatedly questioning the old bat and then trusting Professor Snape over the years, Harry has gradually adapted to the special characteristics of the old bat professor, even when he was repeatedly targeted in the Potions class. He gradually got used to the numbness, so much so that he would even feel surprised when Snape didn't deduct points from him occasionally.
Looking at Bellatrix's hysterical questions and Snape's cautious but calm answers, Harry, who was imprisoned on the angel statue, felt nothing in his heart. He only felt that his chest was being strangled by a scythe. pain.
It's not that he doesn't care about Snape's position, it's just that in all fairness, it's still unclear what the Potions Professor's result will be tonight, but he knows that there should be no suspense about his result tonight.
To sort out the current situation: He is now tightly imprisoned by the stone statue. The wand fell from his hand and fell on the grass a few steps away. His feet were dangling in the air, and he could not even run with his fleshy legs.
Although the many vicious Death Eaters gathered in front of him had restrained themselves a lot in recent years, and each of them pretended to be sanctimonious, Harry knew that more than ten years ago these people were criminals who enjoyed torturing half-blood wizards and Muggles with the Cruciatus Curse. .
If he can get the wand successfully, the disarming spell he is proud of should be able to play some minor role. When he is not prepared for a sneak attack, he can knock down one or two people, or at most three or four. , but there are at least twenty Death Eaters here.
He even suspected that even if these people stood there stupidly and let him attack one by one, it would take him a few minutes to recite the curse, and this time would be enough for Voldemort to cut him into pieces and bury him in the grave. ...
He has also been able to use the Iron Armor Curse. His many magical riots and the skills he learned from Loren are enough to protect against most spells, but unfortunately Voldemort's Death Curse should not be included.
To sum up, breaking out and escaping from the front is probably a dream.
But it was not hopeless. The only way he could think of at this moment was the Goblet of Fire trophy, which was more than twenty feet away. If he could touch the trophy and reverse the Portkey magic on it, he would be able to return to Hogwarts instantly... ...
Then the difficult problem he faces now is how he should break away from the shackles of the stone statue without disturbing anyone under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, and quietly get his wand...< br>
Harry's eyes fell on the phoenix tail feather core wand not far away, thinking about how fast he could obtain the trophy with the summoning spell under the best conditions, and whether it could be faster than Voldemort's life-killing spell. Curse is faster.
"...If I knew he was working for the master, how could I not help, just like last year during the Christmas holidays, in the Leaky Cauldron, in Diagon Alley..."
Snape was still answering. He had already stood up, his hands hanging beside his hands, and the deep gaze in his black eyes stared straight at Bellatrix without any fluctuation.
Bellatrix was stunned for a moment, as were Loren and Harry, who were listening in the dark. The siege gradually came back to their minds.
At that time, the great Dark Lord asked Wormtail to lurk back to Hogwarts to recover Ravenclaw's crown, and he created a commotion to recover Hufflepuff's golden cup. She did not expect how many things happened in Hogwarts. A professor happened to be present, and when he came to his senses, he was surrounded by McGonagall and Flitwick and was in danger.
If Snape had not let go of the siege, she would have been tried again, and perhaps she would have revealed her master's hiding place, delaying the return of the Dark Mark again.
"In the past few months, the Dark Mark has become clearer and clearer. I knew you were definitely going to come back. All Death Eaters know about it!"
Snape said slowly, as if he were brewing a pot of polyjuice potion, and the Potions Master had plenty of patience: "I have enough time to think about where I should go and plan what I should do next, such as Run away like Karkaroff and even tell Dumbledore, no?"
"I was briefly lost, but my loyalty has never been betrayed!"
"Then how do you explain Harry Potter? To this day he is still alive and well, you have enough Four years to do with him as you please..." Bellatrix's question was no longer passionate, and her softened tone proved that she was re-accepting her companion.
"Things are more complicated than you think. Although I targeted him in every possible way, Dumbledore protected him more closely than I imagined. In addition, I was planning to investigate what happened that year in those years. We must arrange Do your duty."
Snape's voice changed slightly, like potion bubbling in a crucible: "Do you think I have completely gained Dumbledore's trust? Giving me the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position, you know, he seems to think that it will make me fall again and tempt me to go back to the old ways."
Bellatrix frowned: "Is this the sacrifice you make for your master? Can't you teach the subjects you like?"
Snape did not continue to answer, but looked at Voldemort directly in front of him, as if he wanted him to make a decision.
"That's enough, Severus, you have proven your loyalty..." Voldemort waved his hand, and Snape walked to the empty seat next to Barty Jr. and returned to his thirteenth year. The original location years ago.
Voldemort looked at the still vacant position in the circle, staring with scarlet eyes, as if someone was standing there: "There are five less Death Eaters here, four of them died for me, Rosier, Wilkes, Regulus and Peter... If one of them doesn't have the guts to come back, Karkaroff, he will pay the price..."
Voldemort's voice suddenly turned louder and louder. He lowered his voice and twisted his lipless mouth into a smile: "It's too late to feel sorry for those who are absent. What is worth celebrating is that the famous Harry Potter came to my rebirth party! We might even call him my special guest. Guest!"
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters. The masked men exchanged glances secretly. Lucius glanced at his proud expression, and then looked at his colleagues standing there. After a brief silence, he took a step forward and said cautiously:
"Master, we are eager to know...please tell us...how did you complete this, this miracle and come back to us?"
Loren was silent for a moment.
As expected of Lucius Malfoy, no wonder the Malfoy family can continue to pass on.
Draco still has a lot to learn...
"Ah, it's a long story, Lucius..." Voldemort became visibly happy, "The meaning of this story is The beginning and the end are all related to my little friend."
"Of course you know, they say this boy is my nemesis, don't you?" Voldemort walked around the circle of Death Eaters, and finally stood in front of Harry, focusing everyone's attention on the two of them. Personally, Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr. glanced at Snape quietly from the corner of their eyes.
"Harry Potter!" Voldemort raised his head slightly, with a gentle smile, like a kind professor, "You don't need my introduction. I heard that you Your reputation is almost as high as mine. Boy-Who-Lived, your legend is made up of lies. Harry, do you want me to tell the truth about that night thirteen years ago?"
" What about you, do you want me to tell you what caused me to lose my magic power?"
Voldemort returned to the center of the circle and looked around. His extremely oppressive eyes made all the Death Eaters lower their heads involuntarily. Know that no matter how the Dark Lord failed last time, he is now stronger again.
"It's because of love. You all know that on the night when I lost my mana and body, I wanted to kill him." Voldemort glanced at Snape who was trembling slightly, and his scarlet eyes revealed a meaningful expression. look.
"His mother, when the lovely Lily Potter gave her life to save his only son, inadvertently giving him some extreme protection, I admit that I did not Expected - I can't touch this boy."
Voldemort stretched out a slender pale finger and slowly approached Harry's cheek. "It was an ancient magic. I should have remembered it, but I foolishly ignored it. But it doesn't matter, things have changed..."
"Now, I can touch him."
< br>The cold tip of that slender pale finger touched Harry's scar, and for a moment it seemed as if the entire North Tower was piercing into his wound, and Harry's headache felt as if it was going to explode.
"Hiss-ah-"
The shrill wail seemed to be some kind of beautiful piano music. Voldemort closed his eyes and enjoyed it for several minutes. Finally, he chuckled close to Harry's ear and removed his fingers with satisfaction. , continued to speak to the Death Eaters:
"Friends, I admit that I made a miscalculation. My spell was blocked by the woman's stupid sacrifice and bounced back to myself. Ah... that's me Nothing can resist it, I am stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul... But I am still alive."
"The past thirteen years. For a long time I didn't know exactly what I was, but I was further along the road to immortality than anyone else, and you all know my goal - to conquer death. It seems that at least one of my experiments was involved. The two worked, because I didn't die...
"I hid in a remote forest and waited, imagining that my loyal Death Eaters would definitely find a way to find me, but I waited in vain..."
Loren listened with relish to Voldemort's neighing sound like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, echoing in the quiet and remote wilderness cemetery. Every spell that could help him required the help of a wand, but at that time Voldemort was just an shapeless ghost.
The resentment that the wandering soul from Albania had been suffering for ten years seemed to turn into a cold gray mist, tightly wrapping around everyone who listened, causing the circle of Death Eaters to shiver. .
"Until four years ago, my resurrection seemed to be finally possible..."
Voldemort patiently and in detail told how he tricked Quirrell into taking him out of the Albanian forest and back to Hog Watts' plan to seize the Philosopher's Stone was crushed by Dumbledore, and Snape's obstructive role was clearly hinted at in the process, making other Death Eaters worried about him.
Then three years ago, the failed Voldemort wanted to continue to lurk in the Albanian forest and wait for an opportunity, but an item he entrusted was suddenly damaged, causing him to risk leaving the forest and spending money from the unicorn. The little strength he had accumulated in his blood threatened a house elf to take him away to find help from another friend.
Before he could finish speaking, Lucius and Crabbe looked pale and sweaty. The atmosphere was awkward for about two or three minutes. Voldemort seemed to have been suppressed for too long and continued to talk tirelessly.
"A young admirer took me in, Vincent, Crabbe's son, whose very small amount of intelligence and magical talent he inherited from his father made him do poorly at school, Being ostracized by Harry Potter and others, and being despised by people he once regarded as friends, the feeling of humiliation made him angry and made him thirsty for power, so he accepted me..."
said Frustrated by Harry Potter again in the duel class, Voldemort showed a terrifying smile, and his scarlet snake eyes became hollow and indifferent: "But he has clumsy and well-developed limbs, and his poor brain does not have enough capacity to carry my... Wisdom, for this I have to seek the help of my great ancestor, the greatest of the Four Giants, Salazar Slytherin..."
"Sure enough, my blood is my Fuling. After contacting the ancestors, my luck became better and better. Vincent was not suitable for possession, so a friend of mine sent Wormtail for me. He also didn't have enough wisdom, so my friend took care of it for me. His burdensome soul was gone, leaving only a strong body."
"Oh, my dear friend, Harry Potter and I have a mutual friend." Voldemort looked at Harry with strange eyes. His eyelashes fluttered a few times as if he was curious, but he quickly changed the subject without saying anything more.
"During the year of rest in Ilvermorny, I fully explored Slytherin's legacy, trained Vincent into a qualified Death Eater, and perfected the resurrection ritual..."
"I The bones of my father...the flesh of my servants...and most importantly, the blood of my enemy Harry Potter!"
"Bellatrix suggested that I use the blood of any wizard, anyone who hated me! Wizards are all my enemies, but I know that only you, Harry, you are my only choice... The Goblet of Fire, which happened to have been put aside for hundreds of years, has been restarted again... The blood that made me lose my magic thirteen years ago, you The protection that mother left on you will also exist in my blood."
Voldemort approached Harry's wound and smelled the smell of blood, looking fascinated, but the next moment he waved his wand and healed him. The injury, by the way, released the restraints on him.
Not only were the Death Eaters stunned, but Harry who fell to the ground was also stunned for a moment.
"Pick up your wand, Harry, you should have learned how to duel, right?" Voldemort asked softly, like a professor who was giving an example, "First we have to bow to each other..."
Voldemort bowed first With a bow, the wand was pointed at Harry, who was still confused, and an invisible hand ruthlessly pressed his back, causing the Death Eaters to burst into laughter.
(End of this chapter)