HP solves the mystery

"Ssss—Tom, the smell of this person is so familiar... It seems like the person who gave me the cake last time... But that person is not so tall..." Nagini hissed in a low voice, Doudou's eyes full of doubts.

Severus was a little far away and did not hear the little snake's words, but Voldemort heard it very clearly and became more and more sure of his guess.

Voldemort was very good at using sweet words to close the distance with other people. In a few words, he described the ups and downs of his journey in Germany. This was also true. He was looking for traces of the first Dark Lord in Germany, but found nothing.

Severus listened attentively, looking at the little snake he was stroking from time to time, and quietly rubbing the goosebumps on his arms where he couldn't see. The big snake he saw last time obviously left a big shadow.

The two of them strolled slowly down the street, and the pedestrians passing by in a hurry formed a sharp contrast with them.

Voldemort may have wanted to test his disciple's academic performance. While talking about his own experience, he also asked Severus about his use of potions and black magic, which are essential skills for every Slytherin wizard.

We talked about the religious differences between Muggles and wizards, and the development of the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

"The magic world has been comfortable for too long. It is decayed and old-fashioned, and it is stuck in its own ways. The latest textbook I saw was from thirty years ago..." Severus said without hesitation. As long as a sensible person can understand these things, , basically everyone can see, "You also know the technology in the Muggle world, fast planes and trains, long-distance telephones... computers and game consoles are also developing..."

Voldemort listened perfunctorily at first, but then he listened carefully when he heard the unfamiliar words "computer and mobile phone" - he thought they were radio waves and broadcasts...

"It sounds like a good thing, but magic is even more powerful. We don't even need to think about the complicated 'chemistry and physics'. We are wizards after all." Voldemort thought for a while and replied, his words full of pride. He was very concerned about power. He respects him very much, and he doesn't look down on weak Muggles at all.

Even though half of the power in his bloodline belongs to his Muggle father, it does not prevent him from identifying as a descendant of Slytherin.

"Mr. Snape, do you think there is a difference between magic? Are all black magic evil and dark? Many wizards in England think so..." Voldemort asked casually, observing the boy's expression from the corner of his eye.

Severus was a little surprised. Is it really okay to ask such a sensitive question so openly?

He thought for a while, blinked and replied, "Mr. Robinson, I don't know how to answer this question, but as long as it is used in the right place, black magic can save people, and white magic can also kill... There is no big difference between the two. Big difference…”

"Moreover, isn't the original intention of the emergence of black magic so that wizards can protect themselves? There is no black and white in magic at the beginning, it just depends on the person who uses it..."

Voldemort was startled. The wizards he had asked this question before all believed in the division of black and white. They believed that things must be divided into black and white. But in fact, gray is the majority.

"Then do you think all the wizards in Slytherin are evil? Or, I mean - what do you think of Voldemort?" He was inexplicably agitated and wanted to know the answer as soon as possible. He was born in an orphanage and entered Slater. After Lin Qie learned that he was a Parselmouth, this emotion rarely appeared.

Voldemort had no doubt that it was the result of soul cutting. He just thought that he had met a palatable and harmless wizard and had a lot to talk about.

While the two were talking, they walked into the park. Pure white pigeons were flying in the fountain pool that had stopped flowing, looking for insects to fill their stomachs.

Severus didn't answer immediately. He calmly took out a packet of biscuits from his jacket - this was the lunch he had prepared before. He gave half of it to Voldemort, who had a pseudonym, and found a chair facing the lake to sit down.

"Actually, I think he is very powerful. From the unknown little wizard to the well-known Dark Lord, there must be a lot of ups and downs and hard work..." He chewed the biscuits and sprinkled some nutty biscuits to the pigeons around him. The pieces were quickly divided up by pigeons.

"However, he seems to be getting more and more irritable... I read his previous news reports... At that time, he was elegant and arrogant... The recent reports are about them killing Muggles and attacking the Ministry of Magic - almost not a good reputation. "

Severus objectively stated that he had a crush on the handsome and talkative Mr. Robinson, but that was just the so-called friendship, and besides, he was still the "brother" who drank age-enhancing drugs.

Voldemort was silent. It seemed that he had been silent a lot today.

He calmed down his mood, and the smile on his face became gentler, "I think what you said is half and half right... He worked hard in the early stage, but he got huge rewards later, didn't he? And - killing Muggles, maybe it wasn't him What I mean…”

As he spoke, Voldemort crushed the cookies in his hand and sprinkled them on the ground. Pigeons rushed over to peck at them.

Severus looked at the dove flapping its wings, and then at the little snake sticking out of his pocket and staring at the dove and drooling, and slowly said, "There is an old saying in China, if you want to make a person perish, you must first make him crazy. …Perhaps some people had bad intentions from the very beginning…”

He only knew that Voldemort sliced ​​his soul into a braised egg-head socket, and someone made an analysis post saying that Voldemort couldn't escape Dumbledore's guidance when making Horcruxes, but everyone understood it differently, and in the end it didn't matter. Let it go.

The books in the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts are really weird.

"And I heard that he doesn't have a profitable industry of his own, and his subordinates surrender and work hard. Don't they all use money as a foundation? If they don't get rewards for too long, will those nobles go crazy?" Severus complained, Old Deng The Order of the Phoenix is ​​extremely poor. Although you shouldn't think so, the salary is really not much.

What he didn't know was that the Dark Lord himself, Lord Voldemort, was right in front of him.

And after hearing his words, I felt more and more irritated. Did I pay my subordinates wages? It seems not? They also like to give themselves good things... and make soul tablets in order to fly away from death...

As for the guide... I asked Professor Slughorn himself. However, he narrowed his eyes. Not everyone can resist the temptation of immortality.

"Mr. Snape, what you said inspired me a lot..." Voldemort looked at Severus who chuckled at him against the light, with a flash of red light in his eyes.

"Sorry, I remembered that I had something urgent to do, so I left first... It was a pleasure talking to you, and I look forward to our next meeting!"

After Voldemort finished speaking, he used Apparition to leave. Apart from human body temperature, there was no human figure visible on the chair.

Severus blinked, what did he say? So anxious to leave.

But I thought about leaving him alone and just having a good time chatting.

He got up and wiped the crumbled biscuits off his hands, walked to the station and took the bus home.

As for using Apparition? Please, that was taught in the sixth grade, and it required 12 gold galleons from the Ministry of Magic to learn and test. He couldn't use it yet.