Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"If you can still 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 the other person to speak - this action seemed polite, but it also represented unfamiliarity and isolation.

Snape didn't mind this, and he said to himself: "I want to give Potter some extra lessons on defense against the dark arts."

Dumbledore was a little surprised, but he soon thought of what Snape meant:

Although he chose to be neutral between himself and Tom, he still did not remain neutral when it came to Harry.

Professor Lockhart's teaching skills were terrible, and Snape obviously wanted Harry to have a stronger fighting ability.

It's just his choice...

Is it because of Lily?

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

"This is my business."

After Snape finished speaking, he stood up directly, looking like he was about to leave.

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

Anyone caught between him and Tom would lose his mind.

Severus had done enough.

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

Dumbledore said to Snape's back.

…

Harry suffered from insomnia, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He barely fell asleep until the morning light broke, 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, without looking at him, Ron 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 down the two eggs underneath.

Professor McGonagall looked here several times. She obviously saw something, but she did not comment on it.

When the Transfiguration class ended, Hermione hurried out of the classroom.

Today she has to schedule the picket patrols for next week. This is a big project and there is no time to waste.

Ron said something about complaining about Hermione, and he and Harry slowly cleared away the things on the table.

"Harry, come here." Professor McGonagall suddenly shouted.

"Call me?" Harry asked Ron uncertainly.

"It's you, I heard you clearly," Ron said.

Harry hurried to the front of the classroom, and Professor McGonagall handed him a piece of paper and whispered something.

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 wants to give me extra lessons." Harry said softly.

"Snei..."

"Shhh."

Harry covered his mouth to prevent him from shouting to the whole class, "Keep it down, the professor asked me to keep it a secret."

Ron nodded quickly, but then he still looked in disbelief.

"Go have 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 experiences.

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

Ron was very surprised when he heard this. He was distracted by this incident while eating and made a big joke - he stuffed the French fries into his nose and made a chewing look with his mouth.

It wasn't until night that he had digested everything.

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

"I don't know, Ron, it just messes up my head just thinking about it."

Harry said, glancing towards Dumbledore's empty seat.

"I think it's impossible, Harry, Dumbledore is so great, how could it be possible..."

"That's why I'm not telling you, Ron, you're letting your emotions cloud your judgment, which Hermione doesn't do," Harry interrupted.

"Of course she is different. She hangs out with Slytherin every day now..."

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

"No matter what, Ron, don't tell this matter." Harry finally warned.

After finishing his dinner, he hurried towards the east tower, where he would learn defense against the dark arts, and he was full of expectations for this.

…

East Tower.

"Creak~"

The heavy door opened, and Harry poked his head into the dim room.

"Snapped."

A curse came towards him, hitting Harry's face directly against the wall, with tears and snot flowing down his face.

"I told you to come in without knocking. I didn't tell you to stick your head in first, idiot."

Snape's cold voice sounded, scaring Harry so much that he didn't dare to breathe and hurriedly held back tears.

"I wanted to see your vigilance, and I was not disappointed. Lord Savior, when you poke your head into a room, I know that your head carries the same thing as the spittoon."

"S...Professor Snape, I just wanted to see if anyone was inside." Harry walked in aggrievedly and said.

Snape waved his hand, and the door slammed shut.

"Try it with magic, remember you're a wizard, idiot."

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

His dark gaze made Harry very uncomfortable, and the latter ducked his head to avoid Snape's gaze.

"Keep your head up," Snape snapped. "The back of your head cannot resist the spell."

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

"Look at your enemy and pay attention to his expression. Anticipation is very important for dark magic defense." Snape said.

"You are not my enemy, Professor." Harry tried to look at him, feeling quite scared.

"Now, I am your enemy."

After Snape finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward and pointed his wand forward.

A red light burst out from his wand, hitting Harry Potter hard, hitting 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 how to defend against the dark arts?" Harry took the wand and asked doubtfully.

"Isn't this teaching?" Snape finished his words and threw out a wand again.

Harry was very alert this time. He jumped slightly to avoid it, but obviously he was not as fast as the curse, so he was still hit.

The body was hit and spun around in the air, and the wand flew out, but not towards Snape.

"Can you use your stupid brain, savior?"

Snape flicked his wand, and Harry's wand, which had fallen far away, 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, climbed up with difficulty, and took a deep breath to calm down - he was a little angry.