Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

What Snape saw was indeed not an apparition, but Cyrus himself.

Not long ago, after leaving the Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, he briefly returned to Delis' home, but he always felt a little uncomfortable staying there.

So he decided to come to Godric's Hollow, where the Potter family once lived, to look for traces of the ancient magic that Lily mastered.

This was his first time in Godric's Hollow, and unfortunately, perhaps it had been so long that the traces of magic had dissipated. He was still thinking about going into the house to see if he could find anything, but Snape appeared.

Cyrus never expected that he would see Snape here. Today was obviously not a day off, and there were still classes at Hogwarts.

and--

"This kid is so reckless. Do you really think you can kill me with a sneak attack?" He hovered in the air, and the night could not block his sight.

Cyrus wondered whether he should go down and show his face. He was not afraid of Snape. On the other hand, Dumbledore seemed to have guessed his identity now, so he didn't have to worry too much.

So he flew around in the air and landed behind Snape.

This miserable man seemed to be still immersed in the pain of being unable to take revenge, and all the bones in his body seemed to have been pulled out. He had held the wand so tightly, but now his fingers seemed to be unable to bear the weight and let it slip.

Cyrus turned his palm upwards and summoned Snape's wand before it hit the ground.

"Severus, you should hold the wand tightly at all times, otherwise you will miss a good opportunity for revenge." Cyrus chuckled and handed the wand to Snape from behind. in front of.

Snape felt as if he were in an ice cellar, looking at the wand held between his slender fingers, but not daring to move.

His lips were trembling:

"Owner……"

"Take it!" Cyrus ordered.

Snape calmed down quickly. He was ready to die and there was nothing to fear.

He took the wand, turned around and took a step back to distance himself from Cyrus.

His black eyes looked at Cyrus, looking at this Dark Lord who was completely different from his impression, and he couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart.

The two sides didn't speak for a long time.

Snape was waiting for his upcoming punishment, but Cyrus simply didn't know what to say. Naturally, he and Snape were not friends, not even acquaintances, and meeting him was just a whim.

After a while, Cyrus took the initiative to break the silence.

"Come in with me, Severus, come in and sit down." As if he had returned to his own home, he walked into the Potter's old house with Snape, who was full of astonishment.

He walked in front, his back facing Snape.

Snape looked at Cyrus's back, subconsciously tightened his grip on the wand, and then loosened it.

He already understood that he missed the opportunity, or that he never got any chance from the beginning. The blood in his body became cold again, and he followed Cyrus into the house without saying a word.

Cyrus grabbed the rusty iron gate in front of the yard, and then a wooden sign rose before his eyes, emerging from the tangle of nettles and weeds, like some strange, rapidly growing tree. flowers.

Written on the wooden board:

On October 1981, 10, Lily and James Potter died here. Their son Harry was the only wizard to survive the Killing Curse. The house, invisible to Muggles, has been preserved as a ruin as a memorial to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that destroyed their family.

In addition, there are many wizards who came here to pay their respects to the place where the "Boy Who Lived" escaped and left their handwriting here.

Cyrus shook his head.

"I never noticed that they died on Halloween night."

Snape seemed to have been hit by a sword again, but there were already enough wounds on his body at this moment. Not only did he not show any pain, but he sneered contemptuously.

"Have you not noticed?" He seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. And, when he said these words, Snape was already ready to die.

He was laughing at the day the Dark Lord died.

He was even laughing at his own stupidity and weakness.

Of course, he didn't intend to surrender, even if it was in vain, he wanted to let the Dark Lord understand that his once-trusted subordinate had already betrayed him, not because of a woman, but because of "love".

But Snape did not wait for his punishment. Cyrus just glanced at Snape lightly. He had already noticed Snape's little move. But he didn't care at all.

"Put down the wand, Severus, you can't kill me, there is no need to stain your soul for this. Not to mention, facing an enemy you cannot defeat, if you really want revenge, you should be more sensible. Calm down. Even if you endure the humiliation." Cyrus opened the iron door and walked into the house.

"It is braver to live than to die."

The house was very old, and the smell of old mold, dust, and rotting wood was very strong.

"Please clean the house, Severus," Cyrus said casually.

Snape didn't know what he was thinking, but he picked up the wand like a machine and waved it:

"Whirlwind sweeps away."

Immediately a whirlwind blew up in the room, blowing all the dust away.

Cyrus was satisfied, and felt that Snape could actually use a similar spell on himself to clean him up a bit. But Cyrus didn't say it out loud, as the atmosphere wasn't quite right.

He conjured up some chairs and tables - the original ones were almost unusable - and invited Snape to sit down.

"Please sit down. How about something to drink? Tea, coffee?" Cyrus greeted Snape like the master of the room.

Snape didn't know what medicine Cyrus was selling, but now he could only obey. He sat down obediently, without any trace of dissatisfaction. He was simply more obedient and calmer than ever in his life.

"Just tea."

Cyrus immediately summoned two cups of tea, which was a summoning spell.

"How is Harry doing?" Cyrus took a sip of tea and asked a question that caught Snape off guard.

He was stunned for a long time, with a confused expression on his face.

"You mean—Harry—Potter?"

Snape felt how ridiculous everything that happened today was.

The Dark Lord, who must not even be named, invited himself into the home of the woman he loved the most, and then asked himself about the current situation of the child like the owner of the house and the parent of the child.

What did he think today would be?

Hogwarts Home Visit Day?

Cyrus didn't know what Snape was thinking. He was a little sad and seemed to feel pity for Harry: "I mean, Harry probably doesn't know yet, right? His parents both died on Halloween."

absurd!

It can even be said to be absurd!