Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Snape opened the door and walked into the darkness again.

"Ah, you're here, Severus." The Dark Lord in the darkness opened his scarlet eyes and looked at Snape approaching, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Little Barty on the side frowned unhappily.

It wasn't that he felt jealous of Voldemort because he was too kind to Snape, but he had a suspicion about Snape from beginning to end. He didn't trust Snape, who had worked under Dumbledore for too many years.

Even if he was originally a spy, he has now reached the level of almost the second-in-command. Is Snape still loyal to the Dark Lord like this?

But Voldemort seemed to trust Snape very much.

After being poisoned by the basilisk's venom last time, Voldemort specifically asked Snape to refine the antidote. In fact, Snape did a good job and the antidote was very successful, preventing Voldemort from being in pain all the time.

Snape didn't seem to care at all about Barty Jr.'s hostility towards him. He was like an empty body, an emotionless doll, serving the Dark Lord wholeheartedly.

"I have found out where Harry Potter is, Lord Dark Lord."

Even when talking to Voldemort, Snape didn't grovel like an ordinary Death Eater.

This is his prerogative.

"You did a good job, Severus," Voldemort stood up from his chair and walked to Snape's side. He didn't even immediately ask where Harry was, but encouraged Snape first.

"You and Barty Jr. are the rare subordinates who rarely let me down." Voldemort said.

"I should give you my all," Snape said without emotion.

Perhaps his cold attitude also made Barty Jr., an avid fan of Voldemort, a little dissatisfied.

But Voldemort himself doesn't seem to care about this, and he will be more tolerant of capable people. Needless to say, Snape was talented in potions. More importantly, he could also bring useful information to Voldemort.

"Severus, there is one thing I am not doing right," Voldemort whispered.

As he spoke, he walked around Snape, like a snake wrapping around its prey. Snape's heart suddenly felt suspended. There was nothing around his body, but it seemed as if he was being tightened by something. Even breathing is difficult.

"Even I make mistakes, and usually the mistakes I make are huge." Voldemort paused, then looked at Snape, and said slowly, "I let you down, didn't I, Sev? Les?"

"Master...I..." Snape's voice was trembling.

"I shouldn't kill Lily Evans because I promised you, but I broke the promise. Although she was the one seeking her own death..." Voldemort said sadly.

Snape's heart felt like hay being dropped on the fire, and he was immediately filled with anger.

But he didn't dare to say anything he shouldn't have said, lest his plan be exposed. In fact, he already felt that Voldemort was beginning to doubt him, otherwise why would the other party bring up the old matter again?

"Master, that... is just a woman..." Snape sealed his heart tightly and acted as if he didn't care.

He was so used to this that when he said these words, he really didn't feel any heartache at all. What kind of response would those knives get when they stabbed into the dead body?

"You are lying, Severus." Voldemort ruthlessly tore through Snape's lies.

For a moment, Snape really wanted to tell everything, vent all his anger, and set everything he could see on fire!

But he didn't do that.

Because Voldemort spoke first.

"You love her."

The Dark Lord is actually talking about love.

"For so many years, you have been blaming me and your master," Voldemort whispered. He seemed to feel a little heartache, but did not seem to blame Snape. "This is my mistake. I It chilled the heart of a person who was originally loyal to me, so that he chose to side with our enemies."

He knows, he knows everything!

Snape thought to himself. At this moment, a trace of fear appeared in his long-dried heart. He felt that he might be doomed. The Dark Lord would never let go of betrayers!

So he took a step back, distanced himself from Voldemort, and drew out his wand with lightning speed.

However, Voldemort closed the distance between Snape and him in the blink of an eye, stretched out his hand to hold Snape down - Snape found that Voldemort's strength was amazing.

"Don't be impatient, Severus, hear me out."

Snape couldn't move.

"I won't blame you, Severus. It was my fault first." Voldemort said as if he was very heartbroken. "I have no reason to blame you, but fortunately, we still have a chance to make up for it."

His words stunned Snape for a moment.

Then, a prismatic stone was reflected in those black pupils that were as rancid as stagnant water - it was pitch black, but crystal clear, shining brighter than the stars in the sky!

"Perhaps you haven't seen it, but you must have heard of it," Voldemort said like a devil, "The Resurrection Stone, this is the secret to my rebirth. If I can do it, then Lily Evans can do it too, and you What do you mean, Severus?"

Snape didn't answer. His abyss-like eyes were already filled with small stones.

Voldemort was very satisfied with Snape's reaction. He just wanted Snape to be obsessed with him, wanted him to live in a dream, and wanted him to see hope right in front of him!

"You can take it and resurrect anyone you want—"

Voldemort's voice kept echoing in Snape's ears.

He lowered his head, as if he was still worried, and opened his mouth half hesitantly. He knew that the words he spoke next might reveal that he had obeyed Cyrus's orders, but he still had to ask this question:

"Master, I have seen the Resurrection Stone, and Cyrus also has one... I'm afraid it cannot be resurrected..."

Hearing this, Voldemort was even happier.

"Of course he can, Severus. How else could I be resurrected?" Voldemort opened his arms and showed a circle in front of Snape's eyes. He would not tell Snape that he could resurrect him in an almost perfect way. Resurrection is because he itself is not considered dead.

At this moment, Voldemort sat back on his chair again, and the clear Resurrection Stone was placed in front of him, like a ray of light piercing the dark world, making Snape unable to move his eyes away from it. open.

Of course Snape knew how to get it, it was up to him.

"Okay, now, let's talk about the information you want to bring me."

So the walking zombie's eyes widened, and he spoke in a voice that sounded calm but was actually full of turmoil: "Harry Potter has returned to his Muggle relatives' home... They plan to... Harry will not be taken back to Hogwarts until the day before the third project begins."

Due to the competition, all students this summer have to return to Hogwarts, so Voldemort doesn't think there is anything wrong.

"His Muggle relatives, those Mudbloods, and the Lowdowns, we have been looking for it for a long time and haven't found that location. Where is it?" Voldemort asked.

The location of the Dursleys has always been a mystery to the Death Eaters. For so many years, no Death Eater has found Harry. That place had special protective magic, and many wizards had secretly greeted Harry before, but no one who wanted to harm him had ever found out about it.

Voldemort hoped Snape could give him an answer.

Snape didn't know it before, but the problem wasn't that difficult.

He took out a letter from behind his back. The letter looked a little old and had wrinkles all over it.

Voldemort took the letter, but he did not open it because he no longer needed it. There was an address written on the outside of the envelope:

Surrey, Little Whinging, No. 4 Privet Drive, Storage Room Under Stairs, Mr. Harry Potter.

"This is a letter sent by the school when I was in first grade. I have been waiting for this day, Master." Snape stood up and bowed to Voldemort.

"You did a good job. When I regain control of the Elder Wand and get back the most powerful magic power, I will fulfill my promise."

Voldemort left the room with little Barty, leaving Snape alone. He didn't even take the Resurrection Stone with him.

Snape raised his head and looked at the stone, but he did not dare to move. He knew that the Dark Lord would not let him take away the stone so easily. He wanted to make sure that the information Snape said was true first.

Of course everything Snape said was true.

However, he hid part of it.

His mind went back to a short time ago, in the principal's office.

After receiving the news from Cyrus and Dumbledore, he immediately rushed over and took a different position from Harry at the door.

Then he learned all the plans.

Voldemort asked Snape to tell the truth on the condition of the Resurrection Stone. The game was getting closer and closer. Voldemort needed to get back the ownership of the Elder Wand quickly, and he needed to find Harry.

But what Voldemort didn't know was that Snape's mission was to tell him Harry's location.

The only difference was that the Harry he saw was not actually Harry, but Cyrus.

Cyrus personally performed human transfiguration on Harry, achieving an almost perfect transformation. But Harry may still reveal flaws in some details. In order for Harry to adapt to the identity of "Cyrus", Cyrus had already exchanged identities with Harry many months ago.

Voldemort felt that the sharp-tongued Cyrus from the past few days looked a bit like Harry. In fact, he didn't look like him, he was Harry.

And now, the person who really lives in Privet Drive, waiting for Voldemort's attack, is Cyrus.

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No. 4 Privet Drive.

Cyrus got off the motorcycle and said hello to Sirius.

At this moment, Sirius didn't know that Harry was pretending. After his first transformation was discovered by the opponent's dog nose, Cyrus improved his transformation technique to ensure that there would be no flaws in any aspect.

"You have to wait another month before you can have fun." Sirius said regretfully, "I'll pick you up then, okay? We'll take a motorcycle to Hogwarts to watch the game, and then I think I can take you to a Let’s go to France. It’s a bit dangerous there now, it can be said to be the mysterious man’s lair. But Arthur is taking care of it, there are a lot of things that are quite novel.”

"Of course," Cyrus pursed his lips like Harry, looking reluctant and full of expectation.

He was carrying his luggage bag and was reluctant to take steps.

"Um, do you want me to help warn them?" Sirius asked tentatively.

Of course he wanted to warn the Dursleys. No matter what, it was best for them to be nice to Harry.

"No, Sirius, I'm fine." Cyrus shook his head, then hugged Sirius and said goodbye to him. Sirius stood next to the magically modified motorcycle, watching his "godson" walk into the Dursley's yard and ring the doorbell.

After a while, a walrus head emerged from the crack in the door.

Mr. Dursley looked quite happy, although his eyes were not so kind.

"Boy, I knew it was you!" Dursley said fiercely, "Why does your magic school have a summer break? They should lock you up there for the rest of your life!"

But he still opened the door and made room for Cyrus - given his size, he couldn't make room for more.

"Good news, I probably won't be here after this summer vacation." Cyrus answered for Harry while squeezing in from Dursley.

He told the truth.

This time he and Dumbledore were ready to kill Voldemort without letting him stay even with a piece of his soul. Harry would never need to return to this place again for the protective spell to continue to work.

By that time, even if the Dursleys wanted Harry to come back, Harry might not be willing to return to this place.

"Boy, what do you mean?" Dursley was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Cyrus said.

"It's not interesting." Cyrus usually has a good temper, but he is definitely not as good as Harry. "It's the last summer vacation anyway, no, it's only one month, why don't we live together peacefully? There's no need to make everyone unhappy. "

"How interesting, why should we live in peace with people like you?" Dursley sneered.

In fact, the Dursleys were a little afraid of Harry when he first went to school, but later they learned that Harry could not perform magic outside of school, and their fear became much less.

"What's the use of being unhappy with me?" Cyrus asked, "I know you don't like me because James Potter has done some unpleasant things, but I'm still very grateful to you."

At least Harry felt a little grateful deep down in his heart.

Otherwise, with Harry's character, not even Voldemort would be afraid of him, and he would dare to compete with Dursley even without using magic.

Cyrus' words made Dursley and Petunia a little dazed, but now he was carrying his luggage and preparing to go up to the second floor. When he reached the corner of the stairs, he glanced at Petunia - this was a A woman with a slender neck.

Cyrus had seen pictures of Lily Potter. Petunia looked nothing like her. He originally wanted to say something, but in the end he didn’t say a word. He just carried his suitcase and returned to the original place on the second floor. It's a storage room.

He sat on the somewhat narrow bed and looked out the window.

Next, it's time to wait for Voldemort.