Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Chapter 133 Conversation in Spider End Alley

In the house at 19 Spider End Lane, Snape was sitting in front of a writing desk that was sold even for rags, thinking and writing something. It seemed that he had encountered a big difficulty.

On the table next to him, the crucible and various glassware are performing their respective duties to decompose, distill, and combine various liquids - it seems that they are creating some kind of unrecorded mysterious potion.

It was very quiet all around, with only the boiling of the potion and the crackling sound of the small fireplace, until a voice interrupted him.

"Good morning, Severus." The old man with white hair and beard appeared from the green flames: "I haven't been to this place for a long time, but it doesn't look like much has changed."

Unusually, Snape did not stand up to greet him, but was still writing.

Dumbledore understood his attitude, so he didn't show anything. Instead, he approached the potion table and squinted his blue eyes to observe the boiling solution: "An amazing work, Severus, but it is not particularly perfect yet. I believe you will not underestimate this small point——"

"What do you want from me?" Snape finally stood up and turned to Dumbledore. He looked in a terrible mood.

"Of course it's Potions class, Severus." Dumbledore stroked his beard: "You won't let me, an old professor, teach for professionals all the time."

Snape was silent, his eyes staring at the transparent liquid in the cauldron.

"Excellent, like some potion about the soul?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed: "Made for that child?"

"You seem to be hiding a lot of things from me, Professor Dumbledore." Snape's voice was dry. He knew that he had sworn to the old man in front of him that he would do anything.

Dumbledore sighed.

"Sirius wrote me a letter." There was a hint of anger in Snape's voice.

"So he also knows?" Dumbledore's expression was natural, as if he had expected it.

"That's right." Snape said in a long tone.

"Severus, they are all Horcruxes." Dumbledore's voice was very distant: "On the night when Voldemort tried to kill Harry, he first killed James, then Lily, and his soul was split. twice."

Snape seemed reluctant to mention this damn memory. His face was very pale, and even his eyes were haggard.

"When Lily used her life to stand between him and Harry, the blood protection worked wonders. The killing curse bounced back to Voldemort, and two fragments of Voldemort's soul were blown away, attached to the living children in the collapsed house. superior."

"So..." Snape said very difficultly.

"Part of Voldemort lives in Harry, and part of him lives in Andy."

"As long as they don't die——"

"Voldemort will always be protected." Dumbledore looked deeply at this long-time colleague: "So, I also hope you can research it as soon as possible."

Snape nodded.

"Don't let Harry know until the last minute, until it's absolutely necessary."

"But you didn't tell me that the child must die no matter what." Snape took a deep breath and said calmly: "Sirius wrote this."

Dumbledore was slightly surprised, he did not expect Sirius to mention this: "We have no choice, Severus, is the new era the era of Voldemort's rule, or is it the era when Muggles break the secrecy law and start hunting witches. "

"You let him live just so that he can die at the right time? Then why not be nice to him?"

"Don't be so alarmed, Severus. I know you like that child very much, otherwise you wouldn't have studied this." Dumbledore looked at him gently with blue eyes: "I turned a blind eye to him going to the Forbidden Forest. With one eye closed, he and his roommates could do whatever they wanted, even if they had a quarrel in the auditorium. Every professor gave him a lax education, even for committing crimes that deserved to be sent to Azkaban. No problem, as long as he's comfortable, Snape."

Snape was stopped by his question. He was thinking about what he could say to refute: "But he..."

"He has suffered a lot." Dumbledore caught the words: "I can't do anything about it, Snape, even if his heart is bright, he will not end up with us after all. The power of fate is irresistible."

Snape looked at the old man as if he were a universe away.

"Maybe there is alchemy." Dumbledore sighed leisurely: "Maybe there is a glimmer of hope."

"But as far as I know, Nico Flamel's apprentice is Justin Finch-Fletchley."

Dumbledore also fell silent.

"Uh... I came at a bad time? I think I heard someone talking to you?" The door opened from the outside, and a man with red hair squeezed out from the crack of the door: "Ah, I'll go, I came at a really bad time."

The red-haired head shrank back from behind the door.

"What did you hear?" Dumbledore looked at him gently.

"I didn't hear anything." Andy said unhappily.

"What did you hear?" Snape read out sternly, word for word.

"Ah, this, then... Have you finished eating the nostalgic plum pie? Byzantium?"

What the hell is this!Have you grown ears? !

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