Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

What Snape saw was indeed not an apparition, but Cyrus himself. ̴x̴.̴c̴o̴m̴

Not long ago, after leaving the Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, he briefly returned to Delis' home, but he always felt a little uncomfortable staying there.

So he decided to come to Godric's Hollow, where the Potter family once lived, to look for traces of the ancient magic that Lily mastered.

This was his first time in Godric's Hollow, and unfortunately, perhaps it had been so long that the traces of magic had dissipated. He was still thinking about going into the house to see if he could find anything, but Snape appeared.

Cyrus never expected that he would see Snape here. Today was obviously not a day off, and there were still classes at Hogwarts.

and--

"This kid is so reckless. Do you really think you can kill me with a sneak attack?" He hovered in the air, and the night could not block his sight.

Cyrus wondered whether he should go down and show his face. He was not afraid of Snape. On the other hand, Dumbledore seemed to have guessed his identity now, so he didn't have to worry too much.

So he flew around in the air and landed behind Snape.

This miserable man seemed to be still immersed in the pain of being unable to take revenge, and all the bones in his body seemed to have been pulled out. He had held the wand so tightly, but now his fingers seemed to be unable to bear the weight and let it slip.

Cyrus turned his palm upwards and summoned Snape's wand before it hit the ground.

"Severus, you should hold the wand tightly at all times, otherwise you will miss a good opportunity for revenge." Cyrus chuckled and handed the wand to Snape from behind. in front of.

Snape felt as if he were in an ice cellar, looking at the wand held between his slender fingers, but not daring to move.

His lips were trembling:

"Owner……"

"Take it!" Cyrus ordered.

Snape calmed down quickly. He was ready to die and there was nothing to fear.

He took the wand, turned around and took a step back to distance himself from Cyrus.

His black eyes looked at Cyrus, looking at this Dark Lord who was completely different from his impression, and he couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart.

The two sides didn't speak for a long time.

Snape was waiting for his upcoming punishment, but Cyrus simply didn't know what to say. Naturally, he and Snape were not friends, not even acquaintances, and meeting him was just a whim.

After a while, Cyrus took the initiative to break the silence.

"Come in with me, Severus, come in and sit down." As if he had returned to his own home, he walked into the Potter's old house with Snape, who was full of astonishment.

He walked in front, his back facing Snape.

Snape looked at Cyrus's back, subconsciously tightened his grip on the wand, and then loosened it.

He already understood that he missed the opportunity, or that he never got any chance from the beginning. The blood in his body became cold again, and he followed Cyrus into the house without saying a word.

Cyrus grabbed the rusty iron gate in front of the yard, and then a wooden sign rose before his eyes, emerging from the tangle of nettles and weeds, like some strange, rapidly growing tree. flowers.

Written on the wooden board:

Lily and James Potter died here on the 1st, and their son Harry was the only wizard to survive the Killing Curse. The house, invisible to Muggles, has been preserved as a ruin as a memorial to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that destroyed their family.

In addition, there are many wizards who came here to pay their respects to the place where the "Boy Who Lived" escaped and left their handwriting here.

Cyrus shook his head.

"I never noticed that they died on Halloween night."

Snape seemed to have been hit by a sword again, but there were already enough wounds on his body at this moment. Not only did he not show any pain, but he sneered contemptuously.

"Have you not noticed?" He seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. And, when he said these words, Snape was already ready to die.

He was laughing at the day the Dark Lord died.

He was even laughing at his own stupidity and weakness.

Of course, he didn't intend to surrender, even if it was in vain, he wanted to let the Dark Lord understand that his once-trusted subordinate had already betrayed him, not because of a woman, but because of "love".

But Snape did not wait for his punishment. Cyrus just glanced at Snape lightly. He had already noticed Snape's little move. But he didn't care at all.

"Put down the wand, Severus, you can't kill me, there is no need to stain your soul for this. Not to mention, facing an enemy you cannot defeat, if you really want revenge, you should be more sensible. Calm down. Even if you endure the humiliation." Cyrus opened the iron door and walked into the house.

"It is braver to live than to die."

The house was very old, and the smell of old mold, dust, and rotting wood was very strong.

"Please clean the house, Severus," Cyrus said casually.

Snape didn't know what he was thinking, but he picked up the wand like a machine and waved it:

"Whirlwind sweeps away."

Immediately a whirlwind blew up in the room, blowing all the dust away.

Cyrus was satisfied, and felt that Snape could actually use a similar spell on himself to clean him up a bit. But Cyrus didn't say it out loud, as the atmosphere wasn't quite right.

He conjured up some chairs and tables - the original ones were almost unusable - and invited Snape to sit down.

"Please sit down. How about something to drink? Tea, coffee?" Cyrus greeted Snape like the master of the room.

Snape didn't know what medicine Cyrus was selling, but now he could only obey. He sat down obediently, without any trace of dissatisfaction. He was simply more obedient and calmer than ever in his life.

"Just tea."

Cyrus immediately summoned two cups of tea, which was a summoning spell.

"How is Harry doing?" Cyrus took a sip of tea and asked a question that caught Snape off guard.

He was stunned for a long time, with a confused expression on his face.

"You mean—Harry—Potter?"

Snape felt how ridiculous everything that happened today was.

The Dark Lord, who must not even be named, invited himself into the home of the woman he loved the most, and then asked himself about the current situation of the child like the owner of the house and the parent of the child.

What did he think today would be?

Hogwarts home visit day?

Cyrus didn't know what Snape was thinking. He was a little sad and seemed to feel pity for Harry: "I mean, Harry probably doesn't know yet, right? His parents both died on Halloween."

absurd!

It can even be said to be absurd!

An unspeakable rage arose in Snape's heart. Had he forgotten who had taken away that boy's family? Had he forgotten who cast the death curse on the begging woman?

This flame seemed to light up the entire night, as if it was going to set the house on fire!

However, in the end, it gradually extinguished in his heart that had been silent for a long time, turning into the remaining hot ashes.

Maybe it will ignite again, but at the moment there is only residual warmth.

"He knows nothing, Master..." Snape sat upright, with only his face moving, and it could even be said that only his mouth was closing. His voice sounded gloomy, like a man wearing wet clothes soaked in water.

"He knows nothing and cares nothing. He only cares whether he can go to Hogsmeade during the day on Halloween. Of course, he is not allowed." Snape said half sarcastically and half as a reminder.

It was as if he was deliberately making it clear to Cyrus that Harry would not leave the safety of the castle, reminding him not to take advantage of Harry.

"Maybe no one wanted to tell him," Cyrus excused Harry.

"I don't understand what you mean, Master..." Snape slowly expressed his inner doubts.

"You think I will hate him even more, do you, Severus?" Cyrus chuckled, "In a sense, you are right. Voldemort hates him to the core. But I also believe it. , Dumbledore must have told you that Voldemort and I are different, right?"

Snape was silent for a moment before replying: "Yes, he did."

He still thinks carefully about a sentence before saying it, just like he did more than ten years ago.

"I'm glad he discovered this, because we have a common enemy." Cyrus slowly sipped the tea. At this time, it was time for some dessert, so he summoned a few more cakes, "Please use it. ,Severus, don't be shy."

One of the pieces was placed in front of Snape, and he didn't move a word.

"I do not understand."

"Voldemort." Cyrus read out that frightening name again.

"But Master, you yourself are——"

"Of course I am different from him, and he will not let me go as he pleases unless I am willing to surrender to him." Sellers said calmly.

He was actually not saying these words to Snape, but to Dumbledore, and he knew that Snape would convey the news to the old man.

"But how could I be willing to bow to a person without a nose? Not to mention, he might be more willing to do a little research on me to see what accident happened to me that made me escape from his control." Sailor Si said with a relaxed face.

Snape was silent.

His problem was that he didn't know what the relationship between Cyrus and Voldemort was. He didn't know about Horcruxes, and Dumbledore kept this secret from anyone.

"It seems you haven't figured it out yet. But it doesn't matter, Severus, I know you are protecting Lily's child, and I happen to be his friend," Cyrus said.

"Are you his friend?" Snape's emotions were stirred again. He didn't know that someone could say such a thing.

But Cyrus actually liked Harry quite a bit.

Harry is a good boy. Although his emotions often outweigh his rationality, he is kind and upright.

"It's understandable that you don't believe it, but Severus, let me tell you, maybe I care about Harry more than Dumbledore." Cyrus said slowly, "He has too many things to hide. It’s you.”

In Cyrus's eyes, Dumbledore was both a great and terrible man. He is like a machine, calculating everything clearly. Perhaps the world is a wizard's chess game in his eyes.

When every chess piece should be sacrificed - as long as it was necessary to sacrifice - he would ruthlessly arrange for its death.

He always spoke of the power of love, but Cyrus couldn't see who he really loved. In other words, he loves everyone equally, so he can choose with absolute reason.

This is why Cyrus is not so willing to contact the other party.

"That's all, Severus." Cyrus stood up to see the guest off naturally, "By the way, if I need a little help from you in the future, I believe you will still be willing to stand by me. Bar?"

Snape didn't know how to respond. He walked to the door in a daze and realized that this was not Cyrus' home. But he did not return. He had the courage to risk his life, but this did not mean that he would not feel fear.

Moreover, some of Cyrus's words also planted seeds in his heart.

Snape is different from others. Although he also does things for Dumbledore, he is not superstitious about Dumbledore. Lupin and the others trusted Dumbledore even more than they trusted themselves.

And Snape just did it out of hate.

He quietly blew in the cool night breeze for ten minutes, and then left Godric's Hollow.

There are things he needs to tell Dumbledore, and there are things he needs to confront Dumbledore about.

He broke into the principal's office. The white-haired old man was crouching in front of the case. When he saw Snape coming in, he said hello:

"Good evening, Severus. What do you want with me so late?"

"I met the Dark Lord, in Godric's Hollow, Lily's home—"

"Oh, so he went there. Since-" Dumbledore said as expected, "If you don't mind, you might as well elaborate."

Snape did not speak, but directly pulled out his memory. After waiting for Dumbledore to read through his memories, he said slowly in a drawl:

"Tell me - what did he mean when he said he cared for Harry more than you did?"

He was almost questioning Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore wasn't too panicked. He was calm and even seemed a little surprised.

"It seems that he told you a lot of things. I'm wondering how to tell you." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he paused immediately. During this time, neither he nor Snape spoke. The atmosphere was so tense that The portraits in the principal's office didn't dare to make a sound.

Dumbledore pondered for a long time.

He didn't know how to answer Snape's question.

Doesn't he care about Harry?

This is clearly not the case. He also hopes that Harry can grow up healthy and happy, and that Harry can know what love is, what friendship is, and what family is. But there is a limit to all this.

In other words, all this is based on the premise that Harry is destined to sacrifice.

In fact, Harry's current happiness was the result of Harry's willingness to make sacrifices. Only when he has something he cherishes will he be willing to sacrifice his life to fight for it.

From this point of view, Dumbledore can be said to be almost cold-blooded.

Harry and Snape were just like his tools, the blade he used to kill Voldemort. Even he himself was just the force that pushed the blade into Voldemort's body.

But in his opinion, it should all be worth it.

Because sacrifice is for the greater good!

"You can't tell?" Snape suddenly felt very ironic.

The Dark Lord said in front of him that he cared more about Lily's children than Dumbledore, but Dumbledore couldn't find the words to refute.

He felt as if something had betrayed him inside.

"I just don't know if it's appropriate to tell you something right now," Dumbledore said hesitantly.

"you do not believe me?"

"It's not a matter of trust or distrust. There are some things that Harry has to do by himself. I don't want to put all the secrets in one basket."

"You told me that the Dark Lord would come back one day, and you asked me to protect Lily's child because he has Lily's eyes."

His soulless, empty pupils stared directly into Dumbledore's blue eyes, and Dumbledore actually wanted to escape from his sight for a moment.

"You tell me, if I really love Lily Evans, then the path ahead of me is clear! But now - tell me, Dumbledore, you don't care about him, so why do you let me protect him?"

"What, don't tell me that you like that kid now?" Dumbledore could only fight back.

"Like him?" Snape let out a ridiculous sneer. He could never love James Potter's child, especially when he looked so much like James Potter.

Except for the eyes.

He pulled out his wand and waved his arm sharply in the air. Silver light spurted out from the tip of his wand and slowly took shape in the small space of the principal's office.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

In the process of silver light rushing, a silver deer slowly took shape.

Dumbledore stared blankly at Snape's Patronus, watching it fall to the floor and leap out of the window until it disappeared into the darkness, then turned to Snape.

The poor man's eyes were full of tears.

"Is this still the case after all this time?"

"It's always been like this."

You have to say that I am lazy, but I am not lazy! The two chapters add up to almost 10,000 words. Brothers, why don’t you get some monthly votes?

new