Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Think of those Lily eyes!

Snape walked back to his office in a daze, with these words still echoing in his mind.

He felt more anger than nostalgia.

Obviously, Cyrus was no different from Dumbledore when he said this sentence. It was simply a spell to control him. As soon as he said it, the man named Severus Snape was immediately Got it!

But what can he do?

He could only do it willingly.

What's more, now he can only look for Lily's shadow in Harry's eyes. Thinking of this, Snape felt that teaching Harry to learn Occlumency was not so difficult to accept, except that he had to face a face that was at least eighty similar to James Potter.

This inevitably made Snape think it was a reminder to him that Lily and James ended up together. Although they died, they were even buried together.

Of course Snape was not the only one who felt the pain and suffering, Harry was also very uncomfortable.

He couldn't figure out why Cyrus asked Snape for help. He believed that there were a lot of wizards in the world who knew Occlumency, especially Cyrus himself or Dumbledore. There was no magic they couldn't do. .

"But it's Snape!" He angrily stuffed a large piece of pumpkin pie into his mouth. Hermione and Ron, who were sitting next to him, couldn't help but feel sympathy for him when they heard him speak.

If Hagrid is so good to Harry, then Snape is so bad to Harry.

Because of Harry alone, Gryffindor deducted more points than all previous years combined!

"Did he explain why?" Ron shook his shoulders and asked while eating. He stuffed his mouth full, so it took Harry a while to figure out what he was talking about.

Why?

Probably because I don’t want my remaining days to be so comfortable!

Harry complained inwardly.

He still felt that he would eventually have to die to destroy Voldemort. Thinking of this, he felt sad again. The happier he was at Hogwarts, the more afraid he was of death.

Sometimes he would think that it would be better to let him die now. At least he still has the courage to face death now, but what if it takes another two years? He couldn't guarantee whether he would be greedy for the happiness in this world, or whether he would be reluctant to let go of Ron and Hermione. Of course, he and Ginny were also good friends now.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hermione noticed Harry's depression.

"It's nothing..." Harry pursed his lips hard, closed his eyes, and blinked away the tears beside his eyes.

He couldn't tell anyone these things, because he knew that if they knew, Ron, Hermione and Ginny would definitely question Cyrus.

They would ask Cyrus to think of another way, and Harry also hoped there would be another way, but if there was one, Dumbledore might have eliminated Voldemort more than ten years ago.

"Okay, then when are you going to see Snape?"

"Twice a week, Wednesday nights and weekends," Harry answered.

Perhaps because of Cyrus's orders, Snape specially increased the workload of Harry's lessons to ensure that he learned Occlumency before the third project.

"But I don't understand why you are so anxious. Don't you no longer have to participate in the competition?" Ron asked.

"Who knows, maybe he wants me to kill Voldemort in the third project." Harry joked casually, but Ron was frightened by her words.

"Don't say that name, okay? He's too scary!" Ron almost dropped the food in his hand.

Normally, Harry might have emphasized that they should not be afraid of the name itself, but after the battle in the Department of Mysteries, he no longer forcefully corrected them.

Everyone was frightened at that time.

Although Ron was not present at the scene, he was scared to death just by listening to Harry and the others telling what happened.

If Cyrus and Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time at that time, he might have lost his sister and his two best friends at the same time.

Hermione and Ginny also turned pale. When they were in front of Voldemort's eyes, they seemed to be frozen, and they didn't dare to move, but every inch of their skin was in pain as if it was burned by fire.

Especially when watching Voldemort insert his wand into Harry's brain, the fear almost reached its peak!

"Well, although it's a little late to ask now, but... Harry, is your scar okay?" Hermione asked.

She knew that Harry's scar often hurt sometimes. They didn't understand why before, but after Voldemort himself explained it, they knew the secret.

This scar is connected to Voldemort's soul.

"It's okay now." Harry subconsciously touched his lightning-like scar.

He thought that when he first came to the magical world, so many wizards looked at his scar and exclaimed in amazement. I am afraid they never dreamed that the scar contained what they feared most, Voldemort's soul.

Harry was still feeling sad here, and Ron, who was a little slow, suddenly raised his head, as if he thought of something.

"By the way Harry, now that you are no longer participating in the competition, will the final exam still continue?"

As expected, Ron revealed the issue that concerned him most.

Hermione rolled her eyes without hesitation.

"Does that need to be said?! Since he is no longer a warrior, he shouldn't avoid the exam."

"Come on," Ron said dismissively, "the rules don't say that a warrior who quits midway is not a warrior. Harry is competing with his life, so isn't it worth skipping a test?"

He really couldn't understand why Hermione valued exams so much.

"Actually, I think Harry has gained enough this semester even without exams," Ginny also said.

Throughout the year, Harry had at least mastered several difficult spells under Dumbledore's guidance, such as the Disillusionment Curse. This was why Harry felt he no longer needed the cloak.

Harry listened to what they said to each other, and suddenly felt like he was in a dream.

All he could think about was his own death, but Ron and the others were talking about the exam.

How ridiculous!

The sense of separation between the two is simply no less than that of the Dursleys' closet and the Hogwarts castle.

So much so that Harry suddenly began to suspect that maybe there was no Hogwarts and no magic in this world, let alone Voldemort. When he woke up tomorrow and opened his eyes, he would still be in that place where he couldn't even stretch his legs. In the small space, it was still that pitiful summer vacation...

And he was just knocked unconscious by Dudley's fist, so he had such a bizarre dream.

If that was the case, then he wouldn't have to die.

Harry thought.

But for some reason, he would rather die than want Hogwarts to be just a dream.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that in the second grade, Cyrus took their thoughts to the diary, where they saw Tom Riddle's past.

No matter how reluctant he was to admit it, Harry knew that he was actually very similar to Voldemort, not only in appearance, but also in their experiences - they both regarded Hogwarts as their true home.

"Every homeless person finds a home at Hogwarts."

He recited these words softly and felt that the Resurrection Stone that Cyrus left for him in his pocket was almost hot at the moment!

"Turn it three times and you'll see what you want to see..."

Cyrus's words echoed in Harry's mind at this moment, becoming more and more turbulent like the waves on the lake.

He stood up from the table.

Hermione and Ron were still arguing about whether to take the exam or not, and Harry's sudden move startled them.

"Are you full?"

"I remembered that I had something to do..." Harry put one hand into his pocket and clenched his fist tightly. The edges of the Resurrection Stone stung his palm, and he lied.

In fact, Harry felt that it would be fine even if he told them the truth about the Resurrection Stone.

He couldn't think of anyone else to trust if he didn't trust Hermione, Ron, or Ginny. But now, he wanted to have some time for himself and for the people the Resurrection Stone might bring him.

"What can happen to you - ah, why did you hit me!"

Hermione was about to ask more carefully, but she was hit hard on the back of the head by Ron and looked at him angrily.

But Ron ignored her and looked at Harry: "Go ahead, Harry. I will take your textbooks directly to the classroom before class in the afternoon."

Ron winked at Harry, and Harry immediately understood that Ron definitely didn't mean to bring him textbooks.

In fact, the afternoon class was History of Magic, which meant that even if you didn't go to this class, no one would care. Professor Binns, who taught the History of Magic, never named anyone by name, and would only read dryly from the text.

If Hermione hadn't asked him about the Chamber of Secrets when he was in second year, Harry might have thought that Professor Binns was just a ruthless text-reading machine.

So he left the Gryffindor table, and halfway through, Cedric, who was sitting in Hufflepuff, lowered his head and followed him.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Cedric greeted Harry with concern.

When he was in the Department of Mysteries, he also heard what Voldemort said. Although he didn't know what a Horcrux was, he couldn't help but worry about Harry.

Because of Zhang Qiu, Harry had very complicated emotions towards Cedric, but no matter what, he couldn't hate this person.

This kid was so loyal that he didn't flinch even when facing Voldemort and planned to save him.

What more could Harry ask of him?

"I'm fine."

Hearing this, Cedric nodded, and then he said: "I'm going to give up on the third game."

"Give up?" Harry was a little surprised.

He felt that as a warrior, he was just an extra, but Cedric was different, he deserved it! If there weren't so many intrigues in this competition, then Cedric would have a great chance of becoming the winner.

The thought made him feel sorry for Cedric.

"I have thought about it. With my strength, there is no point in continuing to participate in the competition." Cedric said, "Fleur and Cassandra have the same plan."

"Wait, you mean, Fleur also abstained?" Harry was stunned for a moment.

If Beauxbatons loses its last contestant, doesn't it mean that Voldemort has given up on the Triwizard Tournament?

"Yeah, I just heard about it this morning..." Cedric was a little absent-minded. It was obvious that he wasn't looking for Harry just to chat.

"Listen to me, Harry." Cedric glanced around to make sure no one was approaching them, then he pulled Harry to a more remote place and whispered, "I checked. The entire library, but only a few words about Horcruxes."

"Vo...what the mysterious man says may not be true, Harry. I hope you will not be influenced by him. I am willing to believe Professor Dumbledore." Cedric said sincerely.

In response, Harry smiled and said something that he didn't know whether it was from the bottom of his heart or not:

"I want to believe it too!"

"Very good, don't give up, okay?" Cedric patted his shoulder hard and separated from him.

Harry then walked around the castle, trying to find a suitable place where he would not be disturbed by anyone.

At first he thought of the room where Dumbledore used to store the Mirror of Erised, but he happened to meet Filch wandering there. So he walked to the bathroom on the third floor by accident, and Myrtle, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, greeted him warmly when she saw him.

"Hi, Harry Potter!" Myrtle said shyly, "Visiting the ladies' room again?"

"Yes." Harry responded to her while walking to the faucet that was not producing water and recited the snake language.

——Of course he has a good place where he will never be disturbed, the secret room!

The afternoon was long anyway, and he had a lot of time.

He slid all the way through the muddy tunnel and came to the secret room. Then, he took out the resurrection stone from his pocket.

This is a treasure that can reverse life and death, but Harry remembers Cyrus's instructions in his mind and knows that he cannot do this. What's more, it is no longer important to resurrect the dead, because he will become one of them. In fact, it was not he who called them here, but they who called him there.

At this moment, Harry felt as if he was not so afraid of death, because there were people he loved on both sides of life and death.

Harry placed it in his palm and turned it three times.

He knew there was a result, because he heard slight movements from around him, like some weak bodies moving on the wet ground, making the sound of water splashing on the ground.

Harry looked around. Two sweet figures emerged from the dank darkness. They were neither ghosts nor flesh and blood. They came towards him, with such loving smiles on their faces.

James Potter looked a little taller than Harry. He was still wearing the clothes he had been wearing when he died, his hair was messy, and his glasses were a little crooked, which made him look a bit like Mr. Weasley.

Lily pushed her long hair back. She smiled happily and walked closer to Harry. Her green eyes, which were exactly the same as Harry's, looked at Harry's face hungrily, as if she could never see enough.

Harry recognized them immediately because he had seen their appearance in the mirror during his first year.

"You are so brave."

Lily tried to touch Harry's face and wipe the unstoppable tears from his eyes.

They have been dead for many years, but they seem to know everything that is happening now.