Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

"You're suspicious of other Slytherins..."

Snape looked at Malfoy meaningfully: "I should probably remind you that this kind of thinking is dangerous."

Malfoy glanced up at him.

For a moment, Malfoy thought Snape had read into his mind.

But Malfoy knew he had Occlumency.

Unless Snape is like Voldemort, he can read other people's thoughts even without the mind-reading spell.

The thought horrified Malfoy.

If Snape knew what Malfoy was going to do now, everything would be over.

There is even a worst possibility: Snape has long seen through Malfoy's thoughts, so he acted in advance, and the now missing Rune Snake is in Snape's hands.

Malfoy didn't dare to think about it anymore. He felt that he should leave: staying here longer would just give Snape more time to peek into his thoughts.

"Nothing, Professor."

"I'm going to do my homework."

Snape nodded: "Go ahead."

Then the two separated at the top of the stairs.

Malfoy went to the Great Hall while Snape continued up, heading back to the Headmaster's Office.

Ignoring Malfoy's worried last glance, Snape returned to the Headmaster's Office with a blank expression and walked in.

This is a room that is no different from when Dumbledore was here. The only difference is that Fawkes is no longer there.

Snape stopped in front of the table and looked down.

A big snake with three heads was lying quietly on the table, as if it was dead.

"Dumbledore..."

On the latest portrait on the wall on one side, Dumbledore, who seemed to be taking a nap, nodded: "What's the matter, Snape?"

Snape raised his head and glanced at the portrait: "Are you sure that only Gryffindor's sword can destroy this thing?"

Dumbledore nodded: "The basilisk's teeth will also work, if you know Parseltongue and can open the secret room."

"I don't understand. Is it so difficult for you to accept taking out Gryffindor's sword from the Sorting Hat?"

Snape turned and looked at the dusty Sorting Hat on the cabinet on the side of the room: "Only the Headmaster of Hogwarts can do that, or a Gryffindor who is loyal to the Headmaster..."

Dumbledore smiled: "If you ask me, both of them are nothing but proud."

Snape deadpanned, "That just makes me sick."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and fell silent.

Snape stepped forward to the cupboard and reached down to remove the Sorting Hat.

His right hand pulled out a long sword from inside the hat.

There is a ruby ​​decoration on the hilt of the sword. It was the weapon of Gryffindor. Although the silver looks pure, the blade has actually been full of blood.

Then Snape put down the Sorting Hat and strode back to the table.

He held the sword with both hands and chopped with all his strength.

This sword cut the Rune Snake in half, and a black smoke rose into the sky.

But there was no trace of power in the black smoke, only an unwilling wailing, which quickly dissipated without a trace.

In the portrait on one side, Dumbledore wailed: "My table..."

Snape put away his sword, looked down at the deep sword marks left on the table, and then shook his head: "McGonagall will understand that this is her room one day, and then she will find another table."

Dumbledore nodded sadly: "But this is my table...it will never come back."

Snape glanced at the portrait with a complicated expression: "Why weren't you like this before?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Because the old me has not done the last thing that must be done."

Snape was silent.

He lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand: "When do you think it's appropriate for me to send it over?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "At least not now, Harry Potter still needs some time to understand what he is doing."

Snape nodded and hid the sword in the Sorting Hat again.

Just then, Snape suddenly turned around.

His eyes saw the school gate through the window.

"Oh, a distinguished guest is here."

Snape had a gloomy look on his face. He waved his wand to disperse the ashes on the table and the lingering dark smell in the room. Then he turned around and strode out of the room.

Snape came to the school gate like a gust of wind and let it open.

What appeared behind the door was a handsome face.

That's Voldemort.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Principal."

Voldemort had a smile on his face.

Snape nodded expressionlessly: "Good afternoon, Master."

The smile on Voldemort's face became even brighter: "I'm glad you can see me. It seems that Dumbledore has always occupied the room with the best view, doesn't he?"

Snape nodded: "If you want to take a look, we can go take a look."

Voldemort shook his head: "Of course not, I came here for another thing."

"Where is Dumbledore?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Snape's face: "Master?"

Voldemort smiled maliciously: "His grave."

Snape was silent for a moment, then walked towards the black lake: "The shore."

Voldemort followed: "Take me there."

Snape nodded and quickened his pace.

They soon arrived in front of Dumbledore's tomb, where the white sarcophagus lay quietly on the water.

"Oh, nice place..."

The expression on Voldemort's face was distorted: "He actually thinks that death is rest, but unfortunately, I will never rest."

Voldemort stepped past Snape, strode to the sarcophagus, and waved.

The little man in the bottle spread his arms on his shoulders, and the sealed sarcophagus opened.

Dumbledore was lying in it, but now he looked haggard and no longer looked the same as before.

Snape took an unconscious step back.

Voldemort sneered: "This smells so disgusting. Have you ever imagined that you would become like this one day?"

But of course the dead Dumbledore would not answer.

Voldemort lowered his head and picked up a wand from Dumbledore's side.

"Oh...you actually did this..."

Even Voldemort, who had expected it, was filled with surprise.

"Even if Lu Ke can't use the magic wand, at least you can give this powerful weapon to others..."

Voldemort lowered his head and glanced at Dumbledore: "You were indeed born to lose to me, so powerful..."

He slowly raised his head: "Power!"

Voldemort raised his wand to the sky, and a green lightning shot straight into the sky and then dissipated in the sky.

Snape stared at Voldemort blankly, speechless for a moment.

Then Voldemort turned around, waved his wand casually, and the sarcophagus closed automatically.

"Don't let anyone know what happened here."

Voldemort stalked away.

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