Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The door to Snape's study holds more magic.

Voldemort once again used the repair spell wave diagram and directly violently dismantled it and entered.

"As long as you're still there."

Seeing the book he needed, Voldemort took out the fake one from the bag without hesitation. Then the civet cat changed to the prince, putting the real one in his pocket and putting the fake one on the bookshelf.

After doing all this, Voldemort immediately prepared to leave, but just as he walked out of the study...

"call."

The fireplace suddenly flickered with green light, and then a figure hurriedly walked out of it.

It was Snape. He felt that the magic he had placed on the office door was destroyed, so he suspended the transaction and hurriedly used floo powder to rush back.

Then……

He looked at himself across from him blankly, forgetting to pull out his wand for a moment.

Voldemort was also stunned for a moment, but he was prepared...

He bet Snape wouldn't do anything.

"Uh-huh."

After being stunned, Snape immediately pulled out his wand.

"Severus, are you sure you want to point your wand at me?"

Voldemort did not touch the wand at all, but resumed his tone and asked in a deep voice.

Snape's eyes widened for a moment, looking at his other self in disbelief.

The wand in his hand slowly lowered under Voldemort's cold gaze.

"Hello, Dark Lord."

He bent deeply and bowed to Voldemort.

Voldemort had a smile on his face: "Get up, Severus, we were in too much of a hurry last time we met."

Snape took a deep breath and stood up slowly. There was no emotion revealed in his empty eyes, but only he knew the tension in his heart.

"Give me your wand."

Voldemort walked up to him and spread his right hand, palm up.

Snape's hand shook. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.

But then, he obediently placed the wand in his other self's hand.

"Don't point your wand at me again, Severus. The reason you didn't die last time was because I didn't want you to die, but there really is no next time."

Voldemort said softly, and the wand passed across Snape's neck, allowing his wound to slowly heal.

"Thank you, Lord..."

"Call me the Dark Lord, Severus, you are no longer loyal enough."

Voldemort's words froze Snape in place.

There was still no emotion in his empty eyes, but only he knew how difficult it was to maintain Occlumency at this moment.

"I did everything I promised you, Severus."

Voldemort flicked his hand, and Snape's wand fell on the console with a "pop" sound. This slight sound made Snape break into a cold sweat.

"When I walked into the Potter house, when I was about to kill Harry Potter, I said 'get out of my way' to Lily because of your request, Severus, but she didn't appreciate it. "

"Master, you promise me not to kill..." Snape's defense broke instantly, and his eyes became cloudy.

"I gave her a chance." Voldemort suppressed him with a louder voice, and then looked at him fiercely.

Before the fusion of souls, Voldemort's ferociousness might have seemed bluffing and fierce, but at this moment...

The evil thoughts had been ignited. Snape just glanced at the ferocious evil in his other self's eyes and lowered his head in horror.

No one would have such a look, not even the Dark Lord... Snape thought in horror.

"Severus, Severus."

Voldemort suddenly restrained his ferocity, stepped forward to hug him, and patted his back slowly, "There is a gap between us, and you have lost your beloved. This is my fault, my fault."

Snape stiffened up, completely stunned.

He had never seen the Dark Lord treat anyone so tenderly.

"But it's all irreversible, Severus."

Voldemort took a step back and grabbed Snape's shoulders with both hands. "We have to move forward, Severus. I promise that as long as you live one day, I will not touch Harry. He will always be safe. This is me." Compensation for you.”

"host……"

"No, Severus, you haven't forgiven me for calling me the Dark Lord." Voldemort refused.

"As you command, Dark Lord."

Snape said obediently. He was silent for a moment, adjusted his mood, raised his head again, his eyes became hollow again, "But, Dark Lord, I am loyal to you."

"Severus, Severus."

Voldemort shook his head and repeated his name for the second time, his eyes full of disappointment, "What have I done to make you think that with my ability, I can no longer judge whether a person is loyal enough to me?" ?”

Snape was silent, his head lowered, and his body even trembled slightly.

"You are not wrong, Severus. In that case, everyone who turns to Albus or the Ministry of Magic is not wrong." Voldemort said solemnly.

"Then why do you doubt my loyalty, Dark Lord, to you..."

"Shut up, Severus, you asked Albus for help earlier, after he let you overhear the prophecy, and before I experienced my last death." Voldemort suddenly said irritably. , which probably made Snape shut up immediately.

He shivered in fear at first, not understanding how Voldemort knew all this.

But then, he noticed another meaning in Voldemort's words.

"After he asked you to eavesdrop...", did Dumbledore do it on purpose?

"He can't kill me, Severus. If he had the ability, he wouldn't tolerate me for ten years."

Voldemort's face was mixed with arrogance and anger, "But he used you to make that prophecy play a far greater role than it should have."

"I don't understand, Dark Lord," Snape whispered.

"If you go to the Ministry of Magic and look at the prophecy balls there, Severus, there will be a room full of them." Voldemort smiled disdainfully and said, "Even some of their contents are conflicting."

"You mean, the prophecy may not come true?" Snape asked.

"The rise of the Dark Lord will definitely come true, but others may not. Severus, when you are ready to return to my arms, we will have a long talk." After Voldemort finished speaking, he was about to leave Snape's office. .

He felt that the two of them had nothing to talk about. The gap between them was as great as the sky, making them unable to trust each other.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Dark Lord?"

Snape's words successfully stopped Voldemort.

He used telepathy, but he couldn't get any emotions from Snape. It was as empty as when Riddle first met Dumbledore.

"Find the man who killed the child, Severus. He needs to be punished." Voldemort said, "But don't kill him. Give him to me."

"I thought you did it," Snape said.

"Apparently not, Severus."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he opened the office door without hesitation and strode out.

Snape stood still, his mind lingering on what they had just said.