miss foley of hp hogwarts

The weak fluorescence flickered in and out in the darkness, only illuminating a small area in front of him.

Snape walked forward in the dark passage.

From time to time, some dust would fall down, covering his long, slightly curly black hair.

Rats and spiders also walked with him on this road.

After exiting the secret passage, Snape frowned and looked at the dirt on his head and body, and cast a cleaning charm on himself.

The Shrieking Shack sat right in front of him, the darkness surrounding the decaying black monster.

Snape stood in front of the broken wooden steps for a long time, making no move.

The breeze ruffled his black hair, and his pale face stood out in the darkness.

Voldemort was sitting in the hall just across the door from him - it was full of dust and cobwebs, which made the gorgeous chair carved with snake patterns and inlaid with gems under him look incompatible with this place.

"laugh."

He looked through the door that was half hanging on the door frame and looked at Snape who was still motionless at the door. He let out an unknown laugh and moved the wand in his hand around and around, ready to move.

However, due to his request to Snape, he did not cast a frightening curse or curse for the time being.

It wasn't until his body felt slightly cold that Snape turned back and looked into the distance before stepping onto the rickety stairs.

The sound of "creak, creak" echoed in the open space.

At this time, on the walls of Hogwarts, people who were worried about him were looking over here with kerosene lamps.

"My Lord." Snape was about to lean down and kiss Voldemort's dusty robe.

Voldemort waved his hand impatiently.

His hands were becoming more and more abnormal. There seemed to be no flesh and blood between the skin and bones, sticking to the bones, and the knuckles were extraordinarily long.

"You are finally here, my loyal servant."

As if on purpose, the pronunciation of the words "finally" and "loyalty" is heavy and long.

Snape looked frightened and looked up at Voldemort, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.

This was the first time he saw him since the last time. Voldemort no longer looked like a person - his skin was transparent blue-white, and the bridge of his nose had completely disappeared, leaving only two nostrils where the nose should have been. There, the mouth is just a slit, no lips.

He's like a monster.

"Master, what are your instructions?" Snape obviously dropped the topic.

Voldemort didn't believe that he didn't understand what he said, but he didn't care.

The most important thing now is to solve your own problems.

Voldemort stood up from his chair, looked at Snape, and took a step towards him.

This brought an extremely strong sense of oppression to Snape.

"Snape, you will know the greatest magic in the world." Voldemort's eyes burst out with intense light, and his tone was even more exciting than ever.

"You know what-" He leaned forward,

"As long as the soul is divided, it is possible to achieve eternal life! Eternal life!"

Voldemort was obviously in a state of madness. He looked at Snape eagerly, and his eyes even showed signs of vertical pupils.

“That’s something only God can do!!!”

A hand clasped tightly on Snape's shoulder, squeezing so hard that his bones ached.

Snape had to cater to him with a sentence or two, "You, you did it?"

Voldemort's passion seemed to be interrupted by him. He suddenly glanced at Snape coldly and snorted: "Of course!"

"!" Snape looked shocked.

He noticed that when Voldemort said this, he subconsciously turned the ring on his index finger - it looked very similar to what the Death Eater reserves of Slytherin had described.

Voldemort sat back in his chair and held his forehead in pain, as if he was not the one who was extremely excited just now.

It seemed that intense emotions would have a negative impact on him, Snape judged.

"Snape, you need to pay a price to become a god." A low and hoarse voice came from his mouth.

"Master, what can I do for you?"

Voldemort's brows relaxed a lot. He was indeed a rare potion genius, but he was much more sensible than those old guys.

Voldemort spoke, with a long and hoarse tone, "Don't worry, this won't be difficult for you, Snape."

"I just need you to make a special potion for me."

A yellowing formula floated out from Voldemort's sleeve and flew to Snape's eyes.

Snape slowly read out the name of the potion, "Enhancing Potion?"

He glanced down and frowned, "The blood of the unicorn, the song of the mermaid, the beans in the bubble pod...the tears of the phoenix?"

"Master, these materials——"

Voldemort seemed to have expected this, "We will provide it to you, Snape."

He paused, "There's only one thing, Phoenix's Tears, you need to get them yourself."

Hearing this, Snape was a little stunned.

"You don't know that the ugly bird in Dumbledore's headmaster's office is the phoenix, right?" Voldemort looked at Snape with a half-smile.

Before Snape could answer, he continued: "In my opinion, it would be best for Miss Foley to go, Snape."

"I heard that she is deeply loved by Dumbledore."

Snape pursed his lips and clenched his hands into fists, "You said you wouldn't let her be in danger——"

"crucio."

Voldemort's wand pointed frivolously at Snape, causing him to instantly fall to the ground clutching his chest, his back arched like a shrimp.

"Don't negotiate terms with me, Snape."

Only after the sweat on Snape's forehead wetted a small piece of the wooden floor did Voldemort stop the Cruciatus Curse.

He glanced at Snape, who was huddled together, his eyes filled with a crazy smile.

"Diffindo."

There were several wounds on Snape's legs, and there was even a palm-long deep gash on his thigh. The blood instantly soaked his pants and dripped to the ground.

"That should make Miss Foley beg for a few phoenix tears for you, Snape."

Voldemort's laughter faded away, and Snape knew he was gone.

After a while, Snape recovered from the pain and stumbled back.

He tried healing his wounds with a healing charm, but it didn't work at all, and he wasn't very good at it.

The secret passage that was very long on the way there is even longer on the way back.

After finally coming out, Snape felt that he could no longer hold on.

"Severus!"

He vaguely saw a familiar figure running towards him, his voice full of panic and fear.

He wanted to raise his hands to comfort her, but his body became heavier and heavier, and he finally fell to the grass.

The last thing he realized was warm liquid falling on his wrist.

"Don't... cry..." No one heard this voice as thin as a mosquito.

Ace threw herself next to Snape, her knees aching from the small cuts made by the blades of grass, but her whole mind was on Snape.

She checked Snape's body, but fortunately there were only a few deep wounds on his legs.

Ace held back his tears and quickly led Snape to the school doctor's office.