Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"The first thing you have to tell me is what you saw in Harry's memory."

After Dumbledore drank a cup of uplifting potion, he asked Snape, who was standing quietly not far from his desk.

"Dream," Snape said, "About the dream that night, there were only two more people."

"Two?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Yes, one is Voldemort and the other is Voldemort."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, but the surprised expression quickly disappeared, and he sat quietly on the chair and began to think.

Snape looked at Dumbledore's right hand. It was full of black spots, but at least it was not as scary as before.

It was Potu's power that healed it.

But in fact, Porto cannot essentially solve this problem.

"Two years, or three years, should be the limit."

Snape thought to himself, looking away from the mottled hands.

Dumbledore, who was deep in thought, didn't seem to notice all this.

"Severus," Dumbledore said as he woke up from his reverie, "I beg you to show me the Patronus Charm."

Snape's brows immediately furrowed. Dumbledore's request offended him.

"I have to confirm, Severus." Dumbledore raised his right hand and said, "Just like you use my hand to confirm whether I am worthy of your following."

Snape's eyes widened momentarily.

Damn it Dumbledore, nothing escapes your eyes.

"It concerns the life or death of that child, Severus." Dumbledore said seriously, "Please let me take a look."

"Call the gods to protect you."

Snape hesitated no longer. He drew his wand and pointed it in front of him. A silver deer landed on the floor.

It jumped lightly onto the desk, jumped again, stepped on the air, and spun around the office.

Dumbledore watched it spin a few times and then slowly disappear. Then he looked at Snape, only to find that tears had filled Snape's eyes.

"Hasn't it changed in such a long time?" Dumbledore asked in as gentle a tone as possible.

"It hasn't changed," said Snape.

Dumbledore fell silent, and Snape took the opportunity to adjust his mood, and then he heard Dumbledore's voice.

"In theory, Voldemort should be afraid of that connection."

Dumbledore spoke, causing Snape to look at him, "The incomplete soul meets the complete soul, like tongue sticking to frozen steel, flesh touching fire."

"Dumbledore, aren't we talking about ideas?" Snape asked.

"Thoughts?" Dumbledore shook his head, "No, Severus, we are talking about souls.".

"Is there something happening that I don't know about?" Snape frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"It seems that you have made the problem simple, Severus."

Dumbledore said, picking up the wand with his left hand - fortunately he was left-handed, otherwise the injury on his hand would have added a lot of trouble to him - and waved it towards the bookshelf.

"Wow~"

A thick magic book flew in front of Snape and opened it. The pages turned automatically and stopped after a while.

"After reading it, Snape, maybe it will make you think differently."

Dumbledore's eyes became profound again, "Of course, I hope you won't have the idea of ​​making a Horcrux."

Snape curled his lips and read the book in silence.

Dumbledore picked up the potion in front of him and took a sip. Judging from his expression, it was not something delicious.

"You mean..." Snape asked quickly, "that Harry became his Horcrux?"

"That's not a strict statement." Dumbledore put down his cup, "But that's the general idea."

"Hiss~"

Snape gasped and looked at Dumbledore's right hand again.

"Snape, is it the characteristics of Slytherin House that control you?"

Dumbledore turned his right hand over in front of him a few times and then asked, "You will always choose the one who will win in the end, and before the result appears... there is no harm in waiting for a short time, right?"

Snape stood there quietly, his black robes hanging low without a wrinkle or trembling.

"The soul followed the scar and entered his body."

Dumbledore's words made Snape frown even more tightly, "He may not have noticed all this, but Harry has the ability to talk to snakes, doesn't he?"

"Can I understand it this way?" Snape said in a cold voice, "As long as Harry doesn't die, it's impossible for him to die?"

"I think so."

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Snape asked angrily.

"I want to make sure which side you are on..."

"I'm not on either side, Dumbledore. I'm fed up with living at your mercy. I just want to take Harry to live in a quiet place without any disturbance." Snape hissed.

Phoenix Fawkes spread his wings to cover his head, but looked at the frantic Snape through the gap.

The portraits of the principals on the wall also look like this, they are trying to hide themselves in various disguises, but in fact their ears are pricked up.

"Of course I have no problem here, Snape."

Dumbledore said, "Whether I go to America or Egypt, I am too lazy to look for you, but Tom will not give up because Harry is his Horcrux."

"Farke."

Snape jumped again and uttered a rare curse word.

Come to think of it, if Dumbledore hadn't been sitting in front of him, he might have vented a ray of fire and burned out the thousands of worries in his mind.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, watching Snape get angry quietly, and did not speak until he calmed down.

"You have no choice now, right?"

"No." Snape shook his head, "Maybe I can ask him..."

"You asked."

Dumbledore interrupted Snape mercilessly, and turned his words into a knife and inserted it into his heart.

Yes, he asked.

Snape felt that all his strength had been drained from his body. He walked to the chair and sat down, dazed in a daze.

Dumbledore looked at him and said nothing.

"He won't kill Harry, right?" Snape murmured dully, "He is a Horcrux, and Horcruxes are always useful."

"It's not a complete Horcrux, Snape." Dumbledore said, "Did you see what was written in the book? It still needs a magic, which is enough to kill Harry."

Snape shuddered. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He begged the Dark Lord last time to no avail, but then he also begged Dumbledore, to no avail.

It would be futile to say anything more at this time.

"He is bound to die, isn't he?" Snape asked with difficulty.

"maybe."

Dumbledore said, looking at Snape.

"So Harry can still be saved?" Snape asked unexcitedly, which surprised Dumbledore.

"Theoretically it is possible, but it requires a lot of effort and arrangements," Dumbledore said.

Snape nodded, his eyes finally less dull, but he still seemed a little distracted.

"Then follow your plan, Dumbledore, you are always the smartest one."

Snape said weakly, as if he no longer had much hope for everything around him.

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat. He knew he was too anxious.

But……

Looking at his right hand, Dumbledore could only grit his teeth and tell his plan.

As for Snape's reaction, he didn't care about it for the time being.