HP Magic Biography

"Actually, it's not exactly like that," Snape said calmly, looking at Bellatrix in front of him with a plain expression, almost annoyed.

"He wouldn't let me be a Defence Against the Dark Arts class teacher, you know. He seems to believe that this will reinstate my old manner... lure me to my old path."

"This is the sacrifice you made for the Dark Lord. Can't you teach your favorite subject?" she mocked. "Then why are you staying there to spy on Dumbledore for a master you think is dead?"

"Reluctantly," Snape said, "even though the Dark Lord is happy that I didn't leave my post without permission: when he returned, I provided him with information about Dumbledore for sixteen years as a meeting ceremony. It’s much more useful to remember the endless memories of the pesky Azkaban prison..."

"But you stayed--"

"Yes, Bellatrix, I stayed," Snape showed signs of impatience for the first time. "I have a job that is much more comfortable than being trapped in Azkaban prison. You know they are hunting down the Death Eaters. Dumbledore's protection allowed me to escape from prison and take advantage of it. I'll say it again. : Even the Dark Lord did not complain about my staying there, I don’t know what reason you have for doing this."

"I think you should want to know," he went on, raising his volume slightly, because Bellatrix seemed to want to interrupt him again, "Why should I stand between the Dark Lord and the Philosopher's Stone. This It’s easy to answer. He’s not sure if he should trust me. He, like you, thought I changed from a faithful Death Eater to a clown in Dumbledore’s body. He was in a pitiful, very weak, and ordinary wizard Shared a body. He dared not expose himself to any of his former comrades, fearing that they would sell him to Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic. I deeply regret that he did not trust me. He could have come back three years earlier. Years. In fact, I only saw the greedy and despicable Quirrell trying to steal the Philosopher’s Stone, so I admit that I did my best to stop him."

Bellatrix's mouth twisted like he had swallowed some nasty medicine. "But you didn't return to him when he came back, and you didn't fly back to him immediately when you felt the burning pain of the Dark Mark—"

"Yes. I won't go back two hours later. I followed Dumbledore's orders."

"Follow Dumbledore's—?" she said angrily.

"Think about it!" Snape became impatient again. "It only takes two more hours, just two hours, and I made sure that I can stay at Hogwarts and continue to be my spy! Make Dumbledore think I just went back according to his orders, and then I I can continue to get news from Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix! Think about it, Bellatrix: The Dark Mark has become stronger and stronger during those months. I know he must be ready to make a comeback. The dead know it! I have enough time to think about what I am going to do, plan my next move, and slip away like Karkaroff, don't I?"

"The Dark Lord was very dissatisfied with my lateness at first. I assure you that after I explained that although Dumbledore thought I was on his side, I was still loyal to the Dark Lord. Yes, the Dark Lord thought I was Leaving him forever, but he made a mistake."

"But what role did you play?" Bellatrix sneered. "What useful information did you give us?"

"My information was passed directly to the Dark Lord," Snape said. "Maybe he chose not to tell you—"

"He let me know everything!" Bellatrix was immediately angry. "He said I was his most loyal and trustworthy—"

"Really? Is this really the case, Bellatrix?" Snape said, very calm.

"After the fiasco in the Ministry of Magic, does he still think so?"

"That's not my fault!" Bellatrix flushed. "It was a conspiracy, from Dumbledore and the mudblood kid, we were deceived."

Bella defended loudly, "Moreover, the Dark Lord has got one of what he wants, in the Department of Mysteries..."

Bella said loudly, and Snape just squinted his eyes and listened quietly, but Bellatrix was still somewhat measured after all, she didn't say more about what Voldemort wanted to achieve.

"The Dark Lord used to entrust me the most precious things--if Lucius didn't have--"

"How dare you--how dare you accuse my husband! We don't know what it is, or whether it is important to the Dark Lord..." Narcissa raised her head to look at her sister, angrily Yes, but he suppressed his own voice and whispered.

"Sharing the responsibilities doesn't help anymore," Snape said calmly. "It's hard to collect water."

"You shouldn't say this!" Bellatrix roared furiously. "When the rest of us were taking risks, you were absent again, didn't you, Snape?"

"I'm like you, Bella—the order I got was to stay behind," Snape said. "Maybe you don't agree with what the Dark Lord is doing, maybe you think that if I join the Death Eaters against the Order of the Phoenix, I won't be noticed by Dumbledore? And-IMHO you are still talking about danger... Are you not dealing with a sixteen-year-old child? It should be said that two sixteen-year-old children look..."

"You know very well, they got half of the Order of the Phoenix reinforcements afterwards!" Bellatrix roared. "And speaking of the Order of the Phoenix, you are still claiming that you can't tell where its headquarters are, don't you?"

"I'm not a secret, and I can't name the place. I think you should know what this magic is. The Dark Lord is very satisfied with the information I passed to him about the Order of the Phoenix. Maybe you have already guessed it. This directly helped you find and kill Emilyn Vance, and also helped you remove a lot of eyeliners from the Ministry of Magic. Isn't this enough to prove...usefulness?"

Snape paused, the yin and yang monster said, then he tilted his head towards her and toasted her. But her expression did not soften.

"You are running away from my last question, Snape. Harry Potter. You have had countless opportunities to kill him in the past five years. But you didn't do it. Why?"

"Have you discussed this with the Dark Lord?" Snape asked. "He...recently, we...I was asking you, Snape!"

"If I kill Harry Potter, the Dark Lord cannot be reborn with his blood and become invincible."

"You mean you foresaw that he would use that boy?" she mocked.

"I didn't say that; I don't know his plan; I have admitted that I thought he was dead. I was just trying to explain why the Dark Lord was not unhappy with Harry Potter's survival, at least until a year ago... …"

"But why do you want him to live?"

"Didn't I tell you? It was Dumbledore's protection that kept me from entering Azkaban! You won't deny that if I kill his favorite student, he will stand against me? But there is more Many reasons. I should remind you that when Potter walked into Hogwarts for the first time, there were many stories about him. Rumors say that he himself is a great dark wizard, otherwise how did he learn from the dark lord He escaped under the attack. In fact, many followers of the Dark Lord felt that Potter might become a new banner, and we could surround him and regroup. I admit I was curious, and when he stepped into the castle At that moment, I didn't even think about killing him."

"Of course, I soon discovered that he didn't have any special talents at all. In some critical moments, he always relied on a little luck and a more talented partner to get out of trouble. He is really mediocre, but he is just like his father. Disgusting and smug. I tried my best to get him expelled from Hogwarts. I believe he doesn’t belong there at all, but let me kill him, or let him be killed in front of me? You know Dumbledore Just right in front of you, a fool would do such a stupid thing."

"So are we going to believe that Dumbledore never doubted you?" Bellatrix said. "He doesn't know who your true allegiance is? He still absolutely trusts you?"

"My role played very well," Snape said. "And you ignore Dumbledore’s greatest weakness: he believes in the best of human nature. When I took refuge in him, I made up a story that I deeply regretted it and wanted to completely break with the days of being a Death Eater. He welcomed me with an open arms—though, as I said, he controlled me not to get close to the black magic. Dumbledore was a great wizard—yes, he was, and the Dark Lord admitted it.

However, I am happy to say that he is getting older. The duel with the Dark Lord last month was enough for him. He has been plagued by severe injuries ever since, because his reaction has been much worse than before. But over the years, he has trusted Severus Snape and even asked me to teach his two favorite students. To the Dark Lord, this is my greatest value. "

Bellatrix still looked unhappy, although she didn't know how to attack Snape next. While she was quiet, Snape turned to her sister.

"So... you come to me for help, Narcissa?"

"Yes, Severus. I—I think you are the only one who can help me. I have nowhere to go. Lucius just came out of jail again, and..." She closed her eyes, two big stars Tears ooze from under the eyelids.

"The Dark Lord forbids me to talk about this," Narcissa continued, his eyes still closed. "He hopes no one knows the plan. It's...very secret. But—"

"If he banned, you shouldn't have said it," Snape said immediately. "The words of the Dark Lord are the law."

Narcissa took a breath, as if being immersed in cold water. Bellatrix seemed satisfied for the first time since stepping into this room.

"Look!" she said to her sister triumphantly. "Even Snape said the same: if he doesn't let you mention it, just shut up."

But Snape stood up, strode to the window, looked at the abandoned street through the curtains, and then yanked them up. He turned around and frowned at Narcissa.

"It happens that I know the plan," he whispered. "I am one of the very few people who have been informed of this plan by the Dark Lord. However, if I didn't happen to know the secret, Narcissa, you might have committed the crime of betraying the Dark Lord."

"I knew you must know it!" Narcissa said, breathing easier. "He trusts you so much, Severus..."

"Do you know the plan?" The satisfied expression on Bellatrix's face quickly turned into anger. "you know?"

"Of course," Snape said. "What kind of help do you want, Narcissa? If you try to convince me to change my mind, I'm afraid there is no hope, nothing at all."

"Severus," she whispered, tears falling from her pale cheeks. "My son... my only son..."

"Draco will be proud," Bellatrix said nonchalantly. "The Dark Lord gave him a great honor. I want to say for Draco: He didn't shrink from his responsibilities, he seemed very happy to have this opportunity to prove himself, and he was very excited about the future—"

Narcissa began to cry, her eyes fixed on Snape pleadingly.

"That's because he is only sixteen years old, and he doesn't know what is waiting for him! Why, Severus? Why is my son? This is too dangerous! This is a mistake made against Lucius Revenge, I know!"

Snape said nothing. He looked away from her tears, as if staring at her was an offense, but he couldn't pretend that he didn't hear what she said.

"That's why he chose Draco, isn't it?" she insisted. "Use this to punish Lucius?"

"If Draco succeeds," Snape still didn't look at her, "he will get more honor than anyone else."

"But he won't succeed!" Narcissa whimpered: "How could he, even the Dark Lord himself..."

Bellatrix gasped; Narcissa looked a little overwhelmed.

"I'm just saying...no one has succeeded...Severus...please...you are, you've always been Draco's favorite teacher...you are an old friend of Lucius... I beg you...you are the dark lord's favorite and most trusted adviser...please talk to him and persuade him--?"

"The Dark Lord will not be persuaded, and I will not be stupid enough to try to convince him," Snape said calmly. "I don't deny that the Dark Lord is very angry with Lucius. Lucius should be responsible. He was caught himself, and he also affected a large group of people. Moreover, he has not been able to bring back the prophecy ball, and the most important point is that , Narcissa, you know—yes, the Dark Lord is very angry, Narcissa, actually very angry."

"Then I guessed it, he chose to retaliate through Draco!" Narcissa held her breath. "He doesn't expect him to succeed, he wants him to die in pain!"

Snape didn't speak, and Narcissa seemed to have lost the last trace of self-control. She stood up, staggered towards Snape and grabbed the collar of his robe. Her face was so close to him that tears were dripping on his chest, and she gasped and said, "You can do it. You can do it for Draco, Severus. You will succeed. , No doubt, and he will give you more rewards than everyone—"

Snape grabbed her wrist and opened her hand. Looking down at her teary face, he slowly said, "I think he is going to let me do it last ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and decided to let Draco try first. You know, if Draco Luckily, I was able to stay longer at Hogwarts and play the role of my spy."

"In other words, it doesn't matter to him that Draco is dead!"

"The Dark Lord is very angry," Snape repeated gently. "He didn't hear the prophecy. Both you and I know, Narcissa, he never forgives easily."

She collapsed and fell to the floor crying. "My only son... my only son..."

"You should be proud!" Bellatrix said cruelly. "If I had sons, I would be very happy to let them do things for the Dark Lord."

Narcissa screamed desperately, clutching one of her blonde hair tightly. Snape bent down, grabbed her arm, lifted her up, and dragged her back to the sofa. Then she poured more wine into her glass and forced the glass into her hand.

"Narcissa, stop making trouble. Drink this. Listen to me." She calmed down a bit; the wine from the glass spilled on her body, so she shook and sipped. "Maybe I still have a chance...help Draco."

She sat up, her pale face and eyes wide open. "Severus—oh, Severus—would you help him? Would you like to take care of him and make sure he is not harmed?"

"I can try." She threw the glass abruptly; it slid over on the table, and she knelt down in front of Snape, grabbed his hand and kissed it. "If you protect him there... Severus, do you dare to swear? Do you dare to make an unbreakable vow?"

"Unbreakable vow?" Snape's expression was empty and unpredictable: But Bellatrix giggled triumphantly.

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