Chapter 504 Ending
It is already very late, but the sky in the late night of summer is not so dark that you cannot see the way forward. The breeze blows from the wilderness and hills, and is divided by the stone carvings and tombstones scattered in the cemetery. In strands, the fallen leaves of the yew and the grass blades on the ground were blown away by the wind and drifted away quietly.
Loren hid in the corner and watched secretly, without being too worried.
Although Voldemort regained his flesh and blood and showed great power in front of the Death Eaters, he showed favor to Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr., and many Death Eaters used Cruel Heart. Curse, torture and punishment.
The combination of kindness and power was actually an attempt to win back people's hearts without harming the lives of any Death Eaters.
He was even tolerant of Snape.
There is only one reason. Voldemort has just returned and is short of manpower. Every Death Eater is his precious servant.
So asking Snape to stay alone now is not to take action, but to give Snape a chance to express his sincerity again and fully express his position.
When all the Death Eaters left, Snape's heart became calmer and calmer. If Voldemort's Legilimency could break through his Occlumency, he would see that there was no panic or hesitation deep in his consciousness, only this The stillness of the deep waters of the Black Lake.
Snape saw the shadow of the angel statue cast behind Voldemort, covering his original shadow. It seemed to have wings. The shadow holding the scythe was Voldemort's shadow, and the blade of the scythe was pulled. Very long, like a god harvesting life.
He slowly looked into Voldemort's scarlet snake eyes. There was no wave in his eyes, as calm as a lake of stagnant water: "I will serve you..."
Voldemort looked at his eyes steadily, as if he wanted to learn from those eyes. He saw his own shadow in it: "You know what I want."
"Master, please give me some time. I will sort out Dumbledore's thirteen years of information. It won't take long..." Snape said dryly, with no trace of error in his voice or tone.
"Do you resent me?" Voldemort asked suddenly.
Snape failed to follow his train of thought and frowned in confusion: "What?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he stared 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. There were complex and diverse emotions on his cheeks, including sadness in memory of the deceased and the grief of a loved one. The sadness of his own death, and the unknown thoughts...
Voldemort circled around him, the shadow of death always shrouded his body, and hissing sound like a snake spitting out its core came from his mouth. It came out: "Look at your appearance, Severus, a face of infatuation and resentment, every part of it exudes the disgusting... love that Dumbledore keeps talking about."
< br>"Or do you want to tell me that you have given up on that relationship, from Spider End Alley to Hogwarts, and even after graduation, and this person died under my wand, what do you want me to say? "Believe it?" Voldemort said softly, "Even before that, you were my most loyal servant..."
"After that, I will also be your most loyal servant." Snape put away his face. With a complicated expression, he 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 have been pursuing to guide me forward..."
"I have been depressed for a long time and chose to stay dormant in Hogwarts as an ordinary Potions professor. I teach students every day, correct homework, and read Potions journals...I don't care about McGonagall, Flitwick, and Spout. Excluded by labor, I have no goals and can't see the way forward. I feel like a body without a soul. If there is anything else that can interest me, it is only potions..."
Voldemort said nothing. Faidi listened to his story, and in the blind corner where Snape couldn't see, the expression on his face softened a little. In a daze, he seemed to see the years he spent in the orphanage before entering Hogwarts.
"Until Quirrell snatched the Sorcerer's Stone..." Snape seemed not to notice Voldemort's sudden sharp gaze, and continued on his own, "I have a pursuit, the supreme pursuit, which comes from you. The inspiration also came from the warning of Lily's death..."
Voldemort's slightly hoarse voice took over what he had not finished: "Conquer death and gain immortality."
Loren. Slowing down his breathing, he immediately understood Professor Snape's plan - to use the same ideal to convince Voldemort.
Voldemort must have never imagined that his ultimate goal was not immortality at all, but resurrection...
Snape's black eyes shone slightly, and he raised his voice slightly: "The Sorcerer's Stone is an important clue to the elixir of life. , but Dumbledore seemed to be afraid of me mentioning it. During the summer vacation after Quirrell's failure, he and Nico Flamel personally destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone.
"I suspect this is just false news he released. , I specifically investigated for a period of time, and I spent a year confirming that Nico Flamel and his wife were indeed dead. There was no trace of them either in their secluded place in the UK or in France..."
< br>"You are too worried, Severus. Dumbledore will not lie on this point. He is afraid that others will get the powerful power of the Sorcerer's Stone. "Although Voldemort was denying his behavior, his tone was unconsciously filled with appreciation, "He is such a timid and cautious person. He claims that death is another great adventure, but he has lived longer than most wizards. Staying away from all dangers and disputes in Hogwarts Castle, he was afraid that someone would surpass him..."
"Later, I investigated new clues..." Snape looked at Voldemort, paused, and confided He said the word that made his pupils shrink, "Horcrux! "
Voldemort's eyes flashed with a dangerous glimmer, scarlet and scary: "What else do you know?"
"There is a book called "Advanced Dark Magic" in the restricted area of the library, left behind by the despicable Haierbo He learned how to make Horcruxes, and the most critical page was torn..." Snape bowed slightly and said respectfully, "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, but now at this moment, all doubts about his identity and position have disappeared. .
Dumbledore has confiscated Ravenclaw's diadem and Hufflepuff's golden cup. He must have found out about the Horcruxes, so the headmaster will definitely not allow anyone to have any influence on the Horcruxes. idea.
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..."
"Serve you."
"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."< br>
Snape hesitated for a moment: "But, I took Barty Crouch Jr. to escape without permission, and they will no longer believe me."
"Who said you were the one who took him? Escaped?" 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 professional 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 who was serving time in Azkaban with his seriously ill wife..."
"Because of their respect for the Dark Lord, they decided to Harry Potter wanted revenge, 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's pretense He 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, causing the death of another student, Barty Jr. Crouch was exposed by the professor at Hogwarts and caught on the spot."
"His father quickly received the news and lurked into the prison where Hogwarts was held to remove his son's restraints. He tried to escape, but was discovered by a passing Potions Professor, who chased him all the way, and finally..."
Voldemort sighed proudly: "One died and the other escaped."
"This..." Snape looked hesitant, "Those people in Hogwarts may not fully believe this story, especially Dumbledore."
"They don't need to fully believe it, 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, his pursuit of Horcruxes is doomed. Snape is from the Death Eater camp, "Severus, we have plenty of time, longer than you have seen in history books, longer than you can imagine in your mind... "
"I am loyal to you." After Snape finished speaking, his figure flickered and disappeared in 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 point of 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 collapsed towards him. The withered corpse on the ground came closer. After putting his wand away in his black robe, Voldemort turned his head and looked into the air expressionlessly, as if waiting for something?
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 apart the air. , making a slight popping noise.
A figure stepped out of the flames. He was dressed in 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 are you pretending to be? If Dumbledore hadn't been here from the beginning, he would have eaten the stone sculpture in front of him.
"Good evening, Principal Dumbledore." Voldemort greeted sincerely, "Unfortunately there is nothing here, I can't entertain you."
"Good evening, Tom..." Dumbledore seemed to be very fast Accepting this fact, she put away all her expressions and looked at him with a solemn face, "Maybe we can change places and let me, an old man, have a drink... I have already walked a long way, and I don't mind walking a little longer. "
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, my students have encountered embarrassed ghosts who have nowhere to live many times."
"But not always someone has Harry Potter's good luck, such as that Hutch. Patch's warrior." Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's ugly face and pointed at the corpse not far away. A smile twisted on the expressionless snake face, "Maybe poor Cedric needs a good one. The teacher leads him the way to 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 fight to the death and the outcome of the battle was unclear, the result was that the Death Eaters' killings avoided Hogwart, which has the largest number of Muggle hybrid wizards. tz.
His years as a ghost were spent in thirteen years of painful suffering, but this old guy has been dormant in Hogwarts, ignoring the tedious daily teaching, and twice rejected the nomination of the Minister of Magic. There is no need to waste energy on complicated paperwork and trivial matters, and there is enough time to study magic...
Voldemort gradually couldn't stand the increasing pressure. At one moment, the yew wand in his hand was suddenly The afterimage of the wave:
"[Avada Kedavra]"
Gloomy green light shot out in a steady stream, and the remaining shimmer of the cursed beam almost became a thin line. Before Loren could see it clearly, it 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 swirled, and his figure Flashing everywhere on the battlefield.
(End of this chapter)