Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"what is that?"

Mag's voice was full of surprise.

"A broken soul, Mag. I want to talk to Severus. Can you leave first?"

Dumbledore stared at the broken ring for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Of course, but are you sure you want to do this?"

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, her eyes seeming to say:

That's not a good idea, Dumbledore, he might hurt you.

"I'm sure, McGonagall, I'll be fine."

Dumbledore smiled weakly and said, "Snape saved me, have you forgotten?"

Mag nodded to express her understanding, then she placed the sword in the principal's office and walked down the spiral staircase with her skirt in hand.

"We have nothing to say, Dumbledore," Snape said first, "I am ready to leave Hogwarts."

"Join your former camp?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Sorry, Severus, the pain prevents me from controlling myself very well." Dumbledore said apologetically, and raised his right hand, "How long do you think I can live?"

"I don't mind your words any more than I mind my past."

Snape glanced at the withered black right hand and said, "Although the curse has been trapped in that hand by me, it is a powerful curse, so...a year?"

Dumbledore nodded, thought for a moment, and then suddenly shook his right hand.

A ripple spread out, and Dumbledore's right hand recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What if that's the case?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Snape.

"snort."

Snape sneered and said, "That spell will strengthen as time goes by, so... you can live for two more years, but that means the Dark Lord saved you."

Dumbledore curled his lips and said, "I don't mind accepting his favor, Severus. I also taught him."

Snape shrugged and said that you can do whatever you like, I am too tired to do it.

"I was lucky, Severus, because of you, but I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you back then."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and said, "I hope you can return to my camp again, is that okay?"

"No, principal, everything is over. I will not get involved in this again."

Dumbledore noticed that Snape didn't know how to use it, not that he didn't want to.

This gave him a headache and he rubbed his temples with his left hand.

"If nothing happens..."

Snape said as he turned around to leave.

"You noticed, Severus, didn't you?"

Dumbledore suddenly interrupted him, but Snape did not stop until Dumbledore said the next sentence.

"You taught Harry Occlumency because you saw it, right?"

"Snapped."

Snape stood still with his back to Dumbledore, and the room suddenly became silent, except for the sound of Phoenix Fawkes gnawing a small piece of cuttlefish bone.

"call."

Snape turned around, his cloak twirling like a lady's skirt.

He stared hard at Dumbledore, as if he wanted to see his deepest secrets in his eyes.

But Dumbledore's blue eyes just looked at him gently.

There seemed to be no secrets in the depth of his gaze.

"Harry is like his ignorant father, Dumbledore. Maybe I have to stop teaching him."

Snape said in a low voice, "Yes, I must give him up. It would be a foolish decision to protect him."

"That may be the case in appearance, but his eyes and bones are more like his mother." Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Do you agree with what I said, Severus?"

For a moment, Snape's figure twisted.

It was hard to tell whether he was about to take out his wand, or whether his knees were weak and gave him no strength.

In any case, he quickly recovered from the physical reaction caused by this emotional agitation.

That empty gaze was filled with rare anger, and the anger was accumulating more and more.

He glared at Dumbledore, but he just looked at him with a smile.

This made him even more angry.

However, the angrier he became, the stronger the smile appeared on the other person's face.

Finally, Snape exploded.

He took a sudden step forward, and his robe briefly rose up because of his speed.

"Damn it, Dumbledore, you're as mean as the Dark Lord."

Snape's fingers almost touched Dumbledore's broken nose, and his saliva sprayed on Dumbledore's face wantonly.

No one had ever seen him so excited.

Or, he never thought that he would become so excited.

But at this moment, he did just that.

He seemed to have turned into a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old who was in the restless period of youth.

"You made a mistake, Snape." Dumbledore's blue eyes suddenly became sharp. He stared at Snape and said, "Lily Evans, you owe her this."

"Merlin."

Snape roared, turning around and stamping his feet, as if he had endless anger but nowhere to vent it.

Phoenix Fox was frightened. It gave up the food on its lips and stared at the stupid human in front of it with wide eyes.

"Is anyone else angry at Dumbledore?"

Perhaps, this is what it was thinking at this time.

"How on earth are you going to let me go."

Snape, who forced himself to calm down, looked at Dumbledore, his eyes even a little pleading, and then he added in a low voice, "And Harry."

Dumbledore withdrew the sharpness in his eyes with satisfaction. He looked at Snape with a smile and said, "You are still a kind boy, Severus, even though your soul once fell into darkness."

"Stop that damn dramatic tone, Dumbledore, and let the poor boy go, will you?" Snape begged.

Dumbledore tried his best to straighten his body. He seemed to want to do something, but his body didn't seem to allow him to do that.

"Bring me a cup of hot chocolate, will you, Severus?" he said.

Snape was furious and refused with his eyes, but Dumbledore didn't reply.

Snape had no choice but to comply with his wishes.

"Ah, it feels much more comfortable."

Dumbledore took a sip of hot chocolate, then looked at Snape and said, "I will only let the child go, but not you, right?"

Snape had been tortured to the point of losing his temper. He stayed there for a long time, then nodded feebly.

At this moment, he looked like a country dog ​​who had been completely defeated in a battle, looking so desolate and incompetent.

If a mirror were placed in front of him, he would not recognize the man as Severus Snape.

"Then have you thought about what you are going to face?" Dumbledore picked up the hot chocolate again and asked in a cold tone, "You have to make up your mind, right?"

Snape glanced at Dumbledore. The look in his eyes was very complicated. It was unclear whether there was hatred or not, but there was still a lot of powerlessness in his eyes.

"Yes, I know," Snape said, like a prisoner after being convinced by the judge.

"Are you willing to give up your life for this like me?"

Dumbledore raised his right hand, which made the corner of Snape's mouth twitch.

"Yes, I do," Snape replied again, like a defeated cock.

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and said, "Look, I just said that we have something to talk about."

Snape put away his helplessness and fatigue, and regained his indifference and emptiness in his eyes.

He nodded, indicating that it was indeed the case.

Look, another person has bowed to fate.

I really like the two-code text.

The kind of being controlled by fate, working hard but being unable to do anything, and then despicably transferring the pain to others again, forcing others to make the same choice as themselves.

So refreshing~~~

I shamelessly ask for some recommendation votes, haha, fate forces me to ask for it, I am so arrogant~~~