Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 183 Snape's Request
"If you can stay, I have a request." Snape took the initiative to break the silence.

Dumbledore's attention fell on Snape again, and he stretched out his hand to signal for the other party to please speak-this gesture seemed polite, but it also represented unfamiliarity and isolation.

Snape didn't mind this, he said self-consciously, "I want to give Potter a lesson about the Dark Arts."

Dumbledore was a little surprised, but soon he thought of what Snape meant:
Although he chose to be neutral between himself and Tom, he still wasn't neutral when it came to Harry.

Professor Lockhart's teaching skills were terrible, and Snape obviously wanted Harry to be more effective in fighting.

Just his choice...

Because of Lily?
"Okay." Dumbledore said without hesitation, "Can you tell me where you want to start?"

"It's my business."

After Snape finished speaking, he stood up straight away, looking as if he was about to leave.

Dumbledore was a little surprised that Snape's actions seemed so impolite, but then he was relieved.

Whoever is caught between himself and Tom will be insane.

Severus had done well enough.

"Come on, Severus, you can do it."

Dumbledore said to Snape's back.

……

Harry had insomnia, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He barely fell asleep until the morning light broke out, which made him miss today's breakfast.

"You should wake me up, Ron."

Harry complained to his friend, but all he got was a haughty snort.

But then, Ron, who didn't look at him, handed him two eggs from under the seat.

"Thanks, Ron," Harry whispered.

He took the eggs and deliberately rubbed the book to the ground, taking the opportunity to gobble up the two eggs below.

Professor McGonagall looked here several times. She obviously saw something, but she didn't comment on it.

Transfiguration class ended, Hermione hurried out of the classroom.

She had to schedule picket patrols for the next week today, a big project with no time to waste.

Ron was talking about complaining about Hermione, and together with Harry, he slowly cleaned up the things on the table.

"Harry, come here." Professor McGonagall suddenly called out.

"Call me?" Harry asked Ron uncertainly.

"It's you, I got it," said Ron.

Harry hurried to the front of the classroom, and Professor McGonagall handed him a note and explained something in a low voice.

By the time Harry returned to his seat, Ron had already tidied up the place.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron asked.

"It's Professor Snape, he's going to give me extra lessons." Harry whispered.

"Sne..."

"Shh."

Harry covered his mouth so he wouldn't let the whole class know, "Keep your voice down, the professor told me to keep it a secret."

Ron nodded quickly, but he still looked disbelieving afterwards.

"Go to lunch, I'll tell you on the way."

Harry whispered, then picked up his textbook and left.

Ron ran a few steps quickly, and the two of them leaned together, and Harry began to whisper about his recent experience.

He didn't hide anything, he told Ron everything, because this was his best friend.

Ron was very surprised when he heard it, and he was distracted by this incident during the meal, and made a big joke-he stuffed French fries up his nose, and his mouth was still chewing.

It wasn't until the evening that he almost digested all of this.

"Do you believe what Snape says?" Ron asked during dinner.

"I don't know, Ron, I get confused thinking about these heads."

said Harry, and glanced at Dumbledore's empty seat.

"I don't think it's possible, Harry, Dumbledore is so great, how could it be possible..."

"That's why I don't tell you, Ron, you're using emotion to cloud judgment, which Hermione isn't," interrupted Harry.

"Of course she's different, she hangs out with Slytherin every day now..."

Ron started babbling, and Harry rolled his eyes and began to refuse to accept his trash talk - he even regretted telling Ron everything.

"Anyway, Ron, don't tell about it," Harry said finally.

After he finished his dinner, he hurriedly headed towards the East Tower, where he would study the Dark Arts Defense, and he was full of expectations for it.

……

East Tower.

"squeak~"

The heavy door was pushed open, and Harry poked his head into the dimly lit room.

"Snapped."

A curse hit his face, hitting Harry's face directly against the wall, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"I told you to come in without knocking, without sticking your head in first, idiot."

Snape's cold voice sounded, so frightened that Harry didn't dare to breathe out, and hurriedly held back his tears.

"I wanted to see your vigilance, and I did not disappoint, Lord Savior, when you poke your head into a room, I know that your head is carrying the same thing as the spittoon."

"S...Professor Snape, I just want to see if there is anyone in there." Harry walked in aggrievedly and said.

Snape waved his hand, and the door closed with a bang.

"Try with magic, and remember you're a wizard, fool."

Snape said, looking away from the French windows and looking at Harry.

His gloomy gaze made Harry so uncomfortable that he ducked his head away from Snape's gaze.

"Keep your head up," snapped Snape. "The back of your head is not immune to the curse."

"Okay, Professor." Harry raised his head, but his gaze was still a little wandering. He was always afraid to face Snape, and he had been like this since the first grade.

"Look at your enemy, pay attention to his expression, anticipation is very important for the Dark Magic Defense." Snape said.

"You are not my enemy, Professor." Harry tried to meet his eyes, feeling rather terrified in his heart.

"Now, I am your enemy."

After Snape finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward, pointing forward with his wand.

A red light shot out of his wand, hitting Harry Potter so hard that he slammed his body against the wall, and the wand in his hand flew towards Snape.

"Keep your wand in front of you, not in your pocket."

Snape took Harry's wand and threw it back.

"But Professor, aren't you going to teach me Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry took the wand and asked suspiciously.

"Isn't this teaching?" Snape flicked out his wand again after finishing his sentence.

Harry was very vigilant this time, he jumped to dodge, but obviously not as fast as the magic spell, he was still hit.

The body was kicked into the air and spun around, and the wand also flew out, but not toward Snape.

"Can you use your stupid brain, savior."

Snape flicked his wand, and Harry's wand, left in the distance, flew towards Harry.

"To avoid a spell, you don't have to use all your strength to cast a spell on me."

Harry took the wand, and after struggling to get up, he took a long breath to stabilize his mind—he was a little angry.

(End of this chapter)