[HP] bat

【Chapter 38】

"The truth you said, could it be this house elf." Snape scoffed at this possible "truth". After all, many of Potter's actions now have other meanings in Snape's eyes-including putting A house elf brought into her own home.

"Of course." Harry withdrew his gaze from looking at the room, "But, it's only part of it." At this moment, Snape really hated Potter's Slytherin style that popped up from time to time.

The teenage wizard leaned all over the back of the sofa suddenly, like a cat that has found its own little play cushion—and then he looked at him in a way that Snape couldn't understand, "Snap Professor Pu, if you don't worry about me harming you, we can go to a place where you can see the complete truth that you care most about." Harry emphasized the pronunciation of the word "complete".

Snape, who had been shocked by Harry, said softly, "But if I think you're a liar, liar. The best thing to do now is to hand you over to Dumbledore, what do you think, Potter?" "

"Forgive me for disagreeing, sir," said Harry, still looking into Snape's eyes. "You wouldn't do that."

Yes, he won't do that.

"Then, if you decide to go with me, professor, you agree to my previous proposal."

Snape's silence was his default.

"Let's go, Kreacher, take us to the cave." Harry smiled like a successful fox.

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A cave, a cave known only to the elf Kreacher, where could it be.

Harry and Snape stood still - the elf's apparition was so comfortable and convenient.

The landing point of the three creatures was a high black rock protruding from the sea, and the unique fishy smell of the sea and the unique sound of waves rushed to Snape's nerves.Above him was the starry night sky, and beneath his feet was the rolling surf, foaming white from the beating.

This place is even more desolate than Spider's End Alley, there are no trees, no human habitation, only cold rocks.

Forgotten by God.

A chilly breeze ruffled Harry's hair, and the boy cast a warming charm on himself.Snape pointed to the unsettled sea and asked, "Is this what you want me to see?"

"No," said Harry, turning around on the spot, pointing with his finger at the large rocks behind them just now - which seemed to have fallen off the face of the cliff at some point in the past - "there it is."

"Luminescence!" Snape found a gap as he approached the cliff. "So our great savior sent his poor potions master to drill the hole."

"It's just getting your clothes wet." Harry jumped into the water without any guilt, and swam to where nimbly.

The pungent smell of salt and seaweed irritated Snape's nerves on the shore, and Snape, the potion nerd with underdeveloped motor nerves - including swimming - gritted his teeth and followed.Use a swimming style that is more awkward than his character.

But he was still Harry as nimble as a fish in the water.

Snape rose to his feet in the water. There were steps in the water at his feet leading to a large cave.

"The hero Otto was carried back to his hometown, carried to the familiar place of his childhood, his hat was turned upside down, buried in the ground, and his wand was broken in two. How sad..."

The singing of the requiem echoed in the cave continuously, like whispers between lovers, or murmurs before falling asleep.Snape saw that it was the missing Potter singing.

Shaking the sea water rushing down from his clothes, Snape walked to an open space where the sea water was completely out of reach.Cleaning himself up with a spell, he refuses to dry himself out like a salted fish.

The singing continues.

But the calm water surface in the cave slowly began to move, and a sticky, white hand appeared on the pitch-black lake surface.But within a few breaths, the originally smooth mirror-like lake was violently stirred—white heads and hands emerged from the dark water everywhere, men, women, and children, all with sunken eyes. , Eyes without vision, floating towards the rock.

Thinking that he had been soaking in that water for so long just now, even Snape, who was not a clean freak, felt uncomfortable all over.

Potter, whom he couldn't find, also pointed out the direction for him because of the appearance of these dead bodies.

These ghouls didn't seem to see Snape, they all swarmed in one direction.Snape finally saw that that was where Potter's little brat was.Thinking of the horror of the Inferi, Snape's heart was a little cold for the daring Potter who didn't know what to do.

The Dark Lord's army of Inferi, once the idea had entered Snape's mind, it could never be dispelled.

"Blazing flames——" The flames started from Snape's wand, and rushed towards the place where the Infernal corpses were the most in the cave—and it was the flames that the Infernal corpses were most afraid of.

The red fire light clearly illuminated the originally dark place - the little brat who made him worry did not know how to stand in the air, facing the army of infernal corpses gathered by him.

The fire dragon didn't have the effect Snape had expected. Those infernal corpses who were supposed to be afraid of the flames still approached Potter one after another, constantly pushing down those in front of them and stepping on their feet.

Seeing that brat Potter was about to be grabbed by the arm closest to him, Snape suddenly noticed that his eyes, no, maybe shouldn't be said eyes, the man somehow saw such a thing beyond the surface. An incredible scene.

So beautiful!

Anyone who can see this scene has to admit that the flame faded away from its original brilliance, and quietly surrounds Potter like a fringe belt. Fragmentary light spots like stars flashed in the dark cave, making people feel as if they were in the dark cave. In the vast expanse of starry sky.Below Potter are overlapping halos one after another, forming an irregular frame. The wonderful light of the soul flies towards Potter, making Potter in it even more mysterious. Requiem, the word holy flashed into Snape's mind.

This, Snape thought, was definitely going crazy.

But in an instant, the scene in Snape's eyes disappeared, and the scene of those disgusting ghost corpses besieging Potter reappeared in front of him.But even for such an instant, that picture still fell deeply in Snape's mind.

Potter swayed a bit, raised his body slightly in the air, and continued singing the familiar requiem.

"...The hat was turned over, buried in the ground, and the wand was broken into two pieces..." After the last voice was sung, the infernal corpses who had originally rioted returned to the bottom of the water one by one.From now on, they will be liberated and will no longer be slaves.What greets these poor souls—the liberation of souls—is that they will die as a human being again in the near future.

Snape found that the magic stick Potter who came to him was unexpectedly holding a long strip of infernal corpse in his hand--it is not appropriate to say that it is an infernal corpse, it has lost the characteristics of death, and the corpse in Potter's arms More like someone just falling asleep - if he wasn't so cold all over.

"Kreacher."

The little elf who had been waiting anxiously outside the cave appeared in response. It tremblingly took the corpse from Harry's hand. Tears flowed out of its eyes as big as tennis balls and hit the open space tick-tock.

"Go back and do as I tell you."

Kreacher disapparated back to No. 12 with his favorite little master in his arms, leaving the space in the cave back to Snape and Harry.

"Professor Snape, I think you still know the person just now." Harry spoke first to break the silence in the room.

"... Regulus Black, Stupid Dog's younger brother."

"Or, your former colleague, Voldemort's subordinate, a Death Eater." The young man pointed out without any scruples, "Then do you know why a Death Eater who is considered highly by Voldemort is lying on the ground?" In this icy cold water, I am with the corpse of the ghost."

Harry didn't want to hear Snape's answer, and of course the Potions Master didn't want to answer, he just wanted to say what he had to say.

"Young Patriarch Black, why are you here?"

The young man moved forward, and Snape followed behind without responding. Without the hindrance of the Inferi, the two of them flew across the water smoothly and came to the stone arch.

Harry splashed the blood collected in advance, "You see, this is also Voldemort's way of not letting people who come here go in." He never looked back at Snape.

"Professor, do you know what's hidden inside?" It was another question without an answer, but both of them knew what was hidden inside - the Horcrux!

The sunken stone basin is filled with turquoise potion, which looks very harmless.After briefly describing the properties of the potion to Snape, Harry joked, "Look, Voldemort must have learned Potions very well." This drew the stares of the potions master.

Under the clear potion, there is clearly something in full bloom.Harry motioned for Snape to bring out the locket he had given him that afternoon.

"How about it, is it the same, the same, the same." Harry said quietly.

"But what you have in your hand is real, and this one is fake." Under Snape's flickering eyes, Harry told how Regulus saw through Voldemort's plan, and then came a sleight of hand. Snape.

"Golden cups, lockets, crowns, even Gryffindor's sword, all seem to have a great attraction to Voldemort - he seems to like to use something particularly important to put his soul. And of course his diary , his most loyal partner - Nagini."

"In my dream, he used Nagini to kill an old Muggle man, and the snake became his newest Horcrux - it could highlight the Slytherin lineage and add mystery. Oh, loveless Brainless. And I think Nagini is his favorite thing - Voldemort has uncanny dominance over it, a Parseltongue excellence."

"...How do you know so clearly." The man asked with difficulty.

"Because, I'm also a Horcrux." Harry said such a big secret in a good tone today.

"Why can I gain insight into Voldemort's thinking? This is what every Death Eater of you wishes to obtain. Isn't it because I am a Horcrux of Voldemort?"

"Or rather, an immature Horcrux. Otherwise, my thinking would not have the upper hand, and it would be at a disadvantage."

"Voldemort was so busy destroying his own soul that he never had time to understand the unparalleled power of a pure and sound soul. He didn't expect that my soul power would defeat him."

"Unfortunately, until now, his soul has not completely surrendered. Maybe someday, his and mine will be mixed together. This is simply too bad. I don't like the one that is inseparable from him at all. The boa constrictor." Harry smiled indifferently, "The decisive battle between me and him is inevitable."

"But even if I can find the horcruxes and destroy them, Voldemort's brain and magic power are still intact - without the horcruxes, killing a wizard like Voldemort still requires extraordinary power and skill. So professor, I need your help .” Harry followed suit.

Harry looked at the man in front of him, not knowing his complicated emotions, he threw the last straw for himself.

"There's a difference between being dragged into a arena to face a fight to the death and walking in with your head held high. Voldemort and I were fated that one of us would kill the other."

"This is my fate."

Unaware of the existence of the prophecy, Harry's conclusion of "one side kills the other" successfully broke through Snape's innermost defenses.

A voice that didn't know what kind of emotion it contained came from a voice that hadn't drank water for a long time.

"I promise you, Potter."

The author has something to say:

I'm really sorry that I didn't update this week. The reason is that I was lazy the previous week. Of course, this is not an excuse. I will make up for it this week.

2 to 3 more today!

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