Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 247 Too Impatient
"The first thing you have to tell me is what you saw in Harry's memory."

After Dumbledore drank a glass of the invigorating potion, he asked Snape who was standing quietly not far from his desk.

"Dream." Snape said, "About the dream of that night, there are only two more people."

"Two?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Yes, one is Voldemort, and the other is Voldemort."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, but the surprised expression quickly disappeared, and he sat quietly in the chair and began to think.

Snape looked at Dumbledore's right hand, which was covered with black spots, but at least it wasn't as scary as before.

It was Porto's power that healed it.

But in fact, Porto cannot essentially solve this problem.

"Two years, or three years, should be the limit."

Snape thought to himself, looking away from the mottled hand.

The pensive Dumbledore didn't seem to notice all this.

"Severus," said Dumbledore, waking from his contemplation, "I beg you to show me the Patronus Charm."

Snape frowned immediately, Dumbledore's request offended him.

"I have to make sure, Severus." Dumbledore raised his right hand and said, "It's like you use my hand to confirm whether I am worthy of your following."

Snape's eyes widened for a moment.

Damn Dumbledore, nothing escapes you.

"It's about the child's life, Severus." Dumbledore said seriously, "Please let me have a look."

"Call God for protection."

Snape didn't hesitate anymore, he drew his wand and pointed it in front of him, a silver doe fell to the floor.

It jumped onto the desk lightly, stepped on the air with another leap, and spun around in the office.

Dumbledore watched it spin around and disappear slowly, then looked at Snape, only to find that tears had already filled the latter's eyes.

"Hasn't it changed for so long?" Dumbledore asked in as gentle a tone as possible.

"It hasn't changed," Snape said.

Dumbledore fell silent, Snape took the opportunity to adjust his mood, and then he heard Dumbledore's voice.

"In theory, Voldemort should be afraid of that connection."

Dumbledore said, drawing Snape to look at him, "Mismatched souls meet whole souls, as tongues to frozen steel, flesh to fire."

"Dumbledore, aren't we talking about ideas?" Snape asked.

"Thoughts?" Dumbledore shook his head, "No, Severus, we're talking about souls."

"Did something happen that I don't know about?" Snape frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"It looks like you've oversimplified the problem, Severus."

As Dumbledore said, he picked up his wand with his left hand—fortunately he was left-handed, otherwise the injury on his hand would have caused him a lot of trouble—and waved it at the bookshelf.

"Crash~"

A thick magic book flew in front of Snape and unfolded. The pages of the book turned automatically and stopped after a while.

"After reading it, Snape, perhaps it will make you think differently."

Dumbledore's eyes became deep again, "Of course, I hope you don't have the idea of ​​making a Horcrux."

Snape curled his lips and read the book in silence.

Dumbledore took a sip of the potion in front of him. Judging from his expression, it was not something delicious.

"You mean..." Snape asked quickly, "Harry became his Horcrux?"

"It's not rigorous to say that." Dumbledore put down his glass, "but it's basically like this."

"Sigh~"

Snape gasped, and looked at Dumbledore's right hand again.

"Snape, is it a Slytherin trait controlling you?"

Dumbledore looked at his right hand a few times before asking, "You will always choose the one who will win in the end, and before the result comes... It's okay to wait for a short time, isn't it?"

Snape stood there quietly, his black robes drooping without a single wrinkle or quiver.

"The soul followed the scar and entered his body together."

Dumbledore's words made Snape frown even tighter, "He may not have noticed all of this, but Harry has the ability to talk to snakes, doesn't he?"

"Can I understand that?" Snape said in a cold voice, "As long as Harry doesn't die, he can't die?"

"I think so."

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Snape asked angrily.

"I want to determine which side you are on..."

"I'm neither, Dumbledore. I'm tired of being at your mercy. I just want to take Harry to live in a quiet place without distractions." Snape hissed.

Phoenix Fawkes spread its wings to cover its head, but looked at the maddened Snape through the gap.

The portraits of the headmaster on the wall are all like this, with all kinds of disguises to cover up, but the ears are actually pricked up.

"Of course I'm all right here, Snape."

Dumbledore said, "Whether it's going to America or Egypt, I'm too lazy to look for you, but Tom won't give up, because Harry is his Horcrux."

"Fake."

Snape jumped again, and made a rare curse.

Thinking about it, if Dumbledore hadn't been sitting in front of him, he might have spewed out a wisp of fiery fire as if venting, burning away all the threads of trouble in his mind.

The old god Dumbledore was leaning back in the chair, quietly watching Snape get angry, and didn't speak until he calmed down.

"Now you have no choice, do you?"

"No." Snape shook his head. "Maybe I can ask him..."

"You asked."

Dumbledore interrupted Snape's words mercilessly, and turned his words into a knife, and stabbed him in the heart.

Yes, he asked.

Snape felt that the strength in his body was drained, he walked to the chair and sat down, a little dazed.

Dumbledore glanced at him and said nothing in silence.

"He's not going to kill Harry, is he?" Snape murmured dully. "He's a Horcrux, and a Horcrux is always useful."

"Not a complete Horcrux, Snape," said Dumbledore. "Did you see what's written in the book? One more spell is needed, and that's enough to kill Harry."

Snape shuddered, he suddenly raised his head to look at Dumbledore, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

It was useless for him to beg the Dark Lord last time, but he also begged Dumbledore at that time, which was also useless.

It would seem futile to say anything more at this time.

"He's definitely going to die, isn't he?" Snape asked with difficulty.

"maybe."

Dumbledore looked at Snape as he spoke.

"So Harry can still be saved?" Snape asked not very excitedly, which made Dumbledore a little surprised.

"Theoretically, it's still possible, but it will take a lot of hard work and arrangements," said Dumbledore.

Snape nodded, the dullness in his eyes finally lessened, but he still looked a little absent-minded.

"Then follow your plan, Dumbledore, you are always the smartest one."

Snape said weakly, as if he didn't have much hope for everything around him.

Dumbledore's heart "thumped", he knew he was too anxious.

but……

Looking at his right hand, Dumbledore could only grit his teeth and speak out his plan.

As for Snape's reaction, I can't care about it for the time being.

(End of this chapter)