Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Think of those Lily eyes!

Snape walked back to his office in a daze, with these words still echoing in his mind.

He felt more anger than nostalgia.

Obviously, Cyrus was no different from Dumbledore when he said this sentence. It was simply a spell to control him. As soon as he said it, the man named Severus Snape was immediately Got it!

But what can he do?

He could only do it willingly.

What's more, now he can only look for Lily's shadow in Harry's eyes. Thinking of this, Snape felt that teaching Harry to learn Occlumency was not so difficult to accept, except that he had to face a face that was at least eighty similar to James Potter.

This inevitably made Snape think it was a reminder to him that Lily and James ended up together. Although they died, they were even buried together.

Of course Snape was not the only one who felt the pain and suffering, Harry was also very uncomfortable.

He couldn't figure out why Cyrus asked Snape for help. He believed that there were a lot of wizards in the world who knew Occlumency, especially Cyrus himself or Dumbledore. There was no magic they couldn't do. .

"But it's Snape!" He angrily stuffed a large piece of pumpkin pie into his mouth. Hermione and Ron, who were sitting next to him, couldn't help but feel sympathy for him when they heard him speak.

If Hagrid is so good to Harry, then Snape is so bad to Harry.

Because of Harry alone, Gryffindor deducted more points than all previous years combined!

"Did he explain why?" Ron shook his shoulders and asked while eating. He stuffed his mouth full, so it took Harry a while to figure out what he was talking about.

why?

Probably because I don’t want my remaining days to be so comfortable!

Harry complained inwardly.

He still felt that he would eventually have to die to destroy Voldemort. Thinking of this, he felt sad again. The happier he was at Hogwarts, the more afraid he was of death.

Sometimes he would think that it would be better to let him die now. At least he still has the courage to face death now, but what if it takes another two years? He couldn't guarantee whether he would be greedy for the happiness in this world, or whether he would be reluctant to let go of Ron and Hermione. Of course, he and Ginny were also good friends now.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hermione noticed Harry's depression.

"It's nothing..." Harry pursed his lips hard, closed his eyes, and blinked away the tears beside his eyes.

He couldn't tell anyone these things, because he knew that if they knew, Ron, Hermione and Ginny would definitely question Cyrus.

They would ask Cyrus to think of another way, and Harry also hoped there would be another way, but if there was one, Dumbledore might have eliminated Voldemort more than ten years ago.

"Okay, then when are you going to see Snape?"

"Twice a week, Wednesday nights and weekends," Harry replied.

Perhaps because of Cyrus's orders, Snape specially increased the workload of Harry's lessons to ensure that he learned Occlumency before the third project.

"But I don't understand why you are so anxious. Don't you no longer have to participate in the competition?" Ron asked.

"Who knows, maybe he wants me to kill Voldemort in the third project." Harry joked casually, but Ron was frightened by her words.

"Don't say that name, okay? He's too scary!" Ron almost dropped the food in his hand.

Normally, Harry might have emphasized that they should not be afraid of the name itself, but after the battle in the Department of Mysteries, he no longer forcefully corrected them.

Everyone was frightened at that time.

Although Ron was not present at the scene, he was scared to death just by listening to Harry and the others telling what happened.

If Cyrus and Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time at that time, he might have lost his sister and his two best friends at the same time.

Hermione and Ginny also turned pale. When they were in front of Voldemort's eyes, they seemed to be frozen, and they didn't dare to move, but every inch of their skin was in pain as if it was burned by fire.

Especially when watching Voldemort insert his wand into Harry's brain, the fear almost reached its peak!

"Well, although it's a little late to ask now, but... Harry, is your scar okay?" Hermione asked.

She knew that Harry's scar often hurt sometimes. They didn't understand why before, but after Voldemort himself explained it, they knew the secret.

This scar is connected to Voldemort's soul.

"It's okay now." Harry subconsciously touched his lightning-like scar.

He thought that when he first came to the magical world, so many wizards looked at his scar and exclaimed in amazement. I am afraid they never dreamed that the scar contained what they feared most, Voldemort's soul.

Harry was still feeling sad here. Ron, who was a little slow, suddenly raised his head suddenly, as if he thought of something.

"By the way Harry, now that you are no longer participating in the competition, will the final exam still continue?"

As expected, Ron revealed the issue that concerned him most.

Hermione rolled her eyes without hesitation.

"Does that need to be said?! Since he is no longer a warrior, he shouldn't avoid the exam."

"Come on," Ron said dismissively, "the rules don't say that a warrior who quits midway is not a warrior. Harry is competing with his life, isn't it worth skipping a test?"

He really couldn't understand why Hermione valued exams so much.

"Actually, I think Harry has gained enough this semester even without exams," Ginny also said.

Throughout the year, Harry had at least mastered several difficult spells under Dumbledore's guidance, such as the Disillusionment Curse. This was why Harry felt he no longer needed the cloak.

Harry listened to what they said to each other, and suddenly felt like he was in a dream.

All he could think about was that he was going to die, but Ron and the others were talking about the exam.

How ridiculous!

The sense of separation between the two is almost as much as that of the Dursleys' closet and the Hogwarts castle.

So much so that Harry suddenly began to suspect that maybe there was no Hogwarts and no magic in this world, let alone Voldemort. When he woke up tomorrow and opened his eyes, he would still be in that place where he couldn't even stretch his legs. In the small space, it was still that pitiful summer vacation...

And he was just knocked unconscious by Dudley's fist, so he had such a bizarre dream.

If that was the case, then he wouldn't have to die.

Harry thought.

But for some reason, he would rather die than want Hogwarts to be just a dream.