Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 244 I will never waver, Principal!

Malfoy Manor, basement.

"it serves him right?"

Voldemort came to the bound Muggles and asked Lucius.

"Yes, the Dark Lord."

Lucius said affirmatively, "He did something he shouldn't do to a 13-year-old girl. Muggles all want him dead, but Muggle laws protect him."

Voldemort nodded, then turned to look at Neville and Luna who were following behind.

"Are you sure you want to watch the whole thing?" he asked the two children. "It's going to look cruel."

"I'm sure, teacher, he deserved what he deserved." Luna said firmly.

Neville nodded too, but he looked a little nervous, and his right eye was a bit blurred.

His right eye vision is getting worse and worse, and he looks like he is about to go completely blind.

Voldemort tried to save him, but he couldn't find a way.

"Okay, then you stay here, just in time to learn the knowledge of curses."

Voldemort was silent for a while, and said to the two children, "Senior Abu was cursed by his enemy, but first he cursed the other party, and the other party cursed him in reverse at the cost of his life. Do you understand this situation?"

The two children nodded vigorously.

"Usually, return the sacrifice to the curse and the problem will be solved."

Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled, "It's like Hogwarts signed a contract to hire the Dark Magic Defense with me, and the curse I left on the Dark Magic Defense will be lifted."

"Teacher, didn't you work as a professor of Dark Arts last year?" Neville asked suspiciously.

"That's in Quirrell's name, not mine," said Voldemort, laughing. "Back to the curse."

The two students nodded immediately.

"The method I just said is only for ordinary wizards. For a curse master like me, there is no such need."

Voldemort said without humility, "Cursing the damage back and tilting the balance back to the enemy is what I want to do."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Lucius, "Go and wait for Senior Abu..."

Voldemort suddenly stopped, and fell silent, as if sensing something.

Not long after, a smile appeared on his face.

……

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore sat weakly on the throne-like chair behind the table, his sanity didn't seem very clear.

"Snape...Harry...Snape..." he whispered feebly to Harry.

"I'll be right there, Headmaster," Harry replied loudly, turning immediately and running down the winding stairs.

Harry was a good boy, even though he still doubted Dumbledore, even though he was full of doubts, he didn't waste half a second.

Not long after, both Snape and McGonagall hurried into the headmaster's office, followed by Harry.

Snape went upstairs, looking first at Dumbledore's face, then at Dumbledore's hand hanging out of the throne.

The right hand seemed to be scorched, black and dry.

"what."

Mag, who came up a step behind him, was terrified by this scene.

She ran forward quickly and poked Dumbledore's nose.

Still breathing, she let out a long breath.

At this time, Snape had already squatted down, examining the injured hand.

"What is that?" Mag also looked down and asked.

"A dark magic mixed with curses." Snape said in a low voice, "with traces of Fiendfire."

"Hiss." Mag sucked in a breath of cold air.

Fiendfire?

Didn't that kill Dumbledore?

"How did that happen, Harry?"

Snape asked, turning sharply and scanning Harry, as if to make sure he hadn't suffered the same damage.

"A ring."

Harry pointed to Dumbledore's desk, which had a half-open box on it.

Through the gap, the ring inside can be seen.

Snape cautiously touched the box with his wand, then fixed his gaze on the ring.

"Li..."

For a moment, his gaze became erratic and full of desire, and he unconsciously uttered a word.

But then, his eyes went blank, and he flicked his wand quickly.

"Snapped."

The box slammed shut, and Snape dared not look at it again.

"I'll call Madam Pomfrey."

McGonagall didn't notice Snape's change, she got up and walked out with red eyes, and spoke.

"Wait a minute, McGonagall." Snape called to her, "She can't solve this curse, use my potion."

As he said, he passed Mag and went downstairs first.

He didn't look like he wanted to stay here for a second.

McGonagall opened his mouth, and finally said nothing, but returned to Dumbledore to accompany him again.

"Don't use the healing spell rashly, Mag, it may not have good results."

Snape, whose figure had disappeared at the stairs, said.

"Ok."

McGonagall responded and helped Dumbledore tidy up his hair and beard with tears in his eyes.

It was covered with dirt and weeds, and she had never seen Dumbledore in such a mess.

"What did you all do?" McGonagall asked Harry.

"It will take the Headmaster to wake up, Professor, but I'm sure it's not a pleasant ride."

Harry walked over to the desk and sat down wearily.

He was exhausted tonight too.

Mag nodded and did not express dissatisfaction.

Dumbledore has always been mysterious, and it really should be up to him to decide whether to tell about that experience.

"boom."

Snape came back quickly, holding a golden potion bottle in his hand, and McGonagall noticed it at a glance.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't look at the bottle, but noticed that Snape's eyes were a little red, which surprised him.

Does the professor care about the principal so much?
Snape ignored the two of them, he came to Dumbledore's side, said a spell in his mouth, and pointed his wand at Dumbledore's right wrist.

"Help him drink the potion."

Snape said this to McGonagall, and took two steps back.

If you pay attention to the direction in which he retreats, you will find that he is moving away from the box he dare not look at.

"Ok."

McGonagall took the potion and carefully poured the thick golden liquid into Dumbledore's mouth.

"How long does it take for it to take effect?"

McGonagall asked Snape after waiting for a moment.

"It's already in effect, McGonagall." Dumbledore looked at Snape feebly after waking up, "Thank you, Severus, I didn't expect you to help me."

Snape pouted, but said nothing.

Professor McGonagall keenly felt the contradiction between the two, but she didn't say anything.

Harry was a little surprised.

According to the principal, the relationship between the two is not good enough, so why are the professor's eyes red?
"Severus."

Dumbledore tried to sit up straight as he spoke, but it didn't look like he could.

McGonagall had to go to help him, and finally ordered a cushion behind him to make him more comfortable.

"I'm asking you to help me, Severus, for Harry's sake, okay?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape with eagerness in his eyes.

Both McGonagall and Harry looked at Snape, but it was difficult for them to read Snape's face.

"That's not for Harry, Headmaster, you know."

Snape said, his voice still the same, "And I never waver, Headmaster."

(End of this chapter)