I'm playing a big knife at HP

Like a whirlwind, Snape went to the potion storage cabinet at No. 19, Spider's End, found out the potion with shaking hands, and drank exactly one-third of the bottle.

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to calm down.He looked down at half of the energy potion left, gritted his teeth and drank the rest in one gulp.

I had to find a way... Bellatrix was telling the truth, she really convinced the Dark Lord.

In this case, how do I find Potter and bring him alive before Voldemort?Every Death Eater and every Order member will be my enemy and hindrance - the only possibility is that I find him before anyone else.

Dumbledore gave Snape two tasks - to ensure that Potter was brought to Voldemort intact, and to try to assassinate Voldemort after Voldemort killed Potter.

The latter was nothing to worry about - he was the last in line to execute the assassination mission, and it would only be his turn after Dumbledore himself, Martha, and the Order of the Phoenix all failed hopelessly.He didn't think it was his turn to do it, even if one day it did - as a potions master, he wouldn't even need to draw his wand to assassinate Voldemort.

The hard part is the former.Potter has the magical invisibility cloak, which is very difficult to find.Now that there are more obstacles from the Death Eaters, this task has become almost impossible to succeed.

Snape felt a splitting headache.

Since Moody's death at the end of July, he had suffered from insomnia for weeks, supported only by stamina potions.He spends most of his time serving Voldemort like other Death Eaters, and when he returns home at night, he is exhausted in planning everything and calculating various possibilities—how to find Potter, how to try to escape, how to find ways to keep the teachers and students of Hogwarts alive. There are people from the Order of the Phoenix.

How to make the guy who will definitely rush to the front safe.

When Lily was in danger, he could still ask Dumbledore to hide and protect her, but Martha... forget it.His only consolation is that she is still smart, and Dumbledore should protect her more or less.She is good at tracking and hiding. This kind of expertise is used by her to hide Potter, so she doesn't have to worry about Potter being caught for a while.

Tracking...tracking?

Inspiration flashed through the fog that had plagued him for several weeks. Snape quickly rushed to the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in the living room, and quickly found the book "Blood Curse: Theory and Practice".

"The third basic theorem of blood curse - if the curser is the last person in the family, the power of the curse increases; The last person in the bloodline will greatly increase the success rate of protection spells."

That's right, that's why Martha can use the curse to track down Titus Roll, who is much stronger than she was back then, because she is the only survivor of her blood relatives.And Lily's protection spell is strong enough to protect Potter for 16 years, because she is strong-willed, and Potter is the last blood of an ancient family.

Snape felt that he had found a way - as long as he could recreate the spell Martha used to track Rolle for the purpose of protection, he would be able to find Potter.

The spell was not easy, and Snape watched it several times before casting it - and failing.

The excessive energy potion made his arms tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't control such a precise spell at all.Snape had to take another sedative and try again.

This time, he vaguely felt a few people, and this feeling quickly burst like soap bubbles.

Failed again.

Snape felt something was wrong - if the spell had really failed, who were the people he sensed?He quickly flipped the pages of the book with his left hand, his index finger quickly slid across rows of tiny words, and his eyes followed the fingertips sharply.

Found the answer.

Those were probably Petunia Dursley, her son, and Potter.When he cast the spell, what he subconsciously wanted to protect was "Lily's son", and the spell was applied to Lily's blood relatives.The power of the spell was dispersed among several people, and naturally it failed.There are several bloodlines of the Evans family, and the uniqueness of the blood curse can only be realized by the Potter family.Snape ran his fingers into his hair and muttered annoyedly, "Okay, Potter's son."

He tried a few more times, all of which were unresponsive, worse than the first two.

"Why? Why is there no response!" Snape swept all the books related to the curse from the bookshelf, spread them all out in front of him, flipping through them manically.

All the information points to one point - the most important factor for the success of the blood curse is not the superb skills, but the strong will, that is, the determination to protect or harm.I'm afraid he must have a strong determination to protect the last orphan of the Potter family for the spell to succeed.

Snape felt he had a determination to protect Potter, but he had always had a determination to protect his childhood friend's son, not the last of the Potter children.He thought of Harry's face, which looked exactly like his father's, and he felt a surge of physical disgust.

"It can't be done..." Snape murmured, sitting amidst a mess of books, "I can't...I can't do this spell. The boy could die at any moment, but I can't." arrive."

He sat there for a long time, finally picked up his wand again, and wiped his face.

"Damn it, Lily, of all people, you have to marry Potter," Snape muttered. "A Potter, and I never liked Potter."

He straightened up, closed his eyes, and rummaged through the memories of his teenage years, trying to find a memory about Potter that didn't turn his stomach so much.He remembered how, in the Screaming Shack, a stag kicked the werewolf down with its front hooves just before he was bitten, as Lupine came at him.He thought of the sweat on James Potter's face as he dragged and dragged him into the tunnel, and the terror on Potter's face looking back at Lupine, who had climbed up.

"I owe you." Snape cursed under his breath, raising his wand.

His magic penetrated space, extended to London in a mysterious way, and linked to a young wizard.

It's Harry Potter.

Before he could be happy, this link suddenly flickered and disappeared silently.

Snape was almost desperate.

In his thinking and trying again and again, most of the night has passed.Snape's strength and will were about to run out, and after dawn he would return to his daily work as a Death Eater, and soon, everyone would go out to hunt for Harry Potter.This time, they will have no scruples and no longer aim to capture alive.

He's running out of time, and he doesn't know how much longer he can go on like this.

"How did you do it, Martha?" he said to himself.

Inexplicably, he remembered what Marciana had said after a Quidditch match, when he complained to Marciana again that Potter was as arrogant, mediocre, and pushy as his father—"You really Disgusting, just like Sirius. You and Sirius never see Harry, only know to find shadows of his father and mother in him."

Snape froze.Harry Potter, if he wasn't the son of James and Lily, would he still want to protect him?

Why protect him?But a nasty student.

But he remembered what he saw in Potter's memory, a skinny child who was chased by a dog and lost a shoe.The child was a few years older, faced the basilisk, and stood in front of his friends.The boy turned into a teenager, still clutching Diggory's hand as he fled back to Hogwarts from Voldemort's clutches.

Snape fretfully pushed away the book in front of him.One last time, he thought, I have enough magic left to try one last time.

He raised his wand again.

I want to protect Harry Potter, the last of his blood.

Although he failed to inherit many of Lily's advantages, he seemed to be quite different from his father.He is only 17 years old, not a bad-hearted kid, now his life is in danger, help me find him so that I can protect him.

Until he has to face his fate head on.

Riding on the will of a wizard, mysterious forces found a sleeping teenager in Grimmauld Place.

At the same time, the first rays of light came to the run-down town in the Midlands of England.Snape felt a touch of warmth on his face, so he raised the curtain with one finger and peeked out.

The morning light seemed to conjure a river from the darkness out of nothing.This river, which has been polluted for decades, is golden at this moment, because of its quiet and humble posture, people forgive its unbearableness for a while, showing a kind of sad beauty.

In the midst of extreme exhaustion, Snape felt the deepest peace.In the calm, he gave birth to endless hope and confidence.He's just accomplished an almost impossible task yet again.With newfound confidence, he raised his wand and summoned a Patronus.The solid silver creature turned around in the small living room, crouching at his feet.

Snape looked down at the healthy female red deer: "Although what Lucius Malfoy did was stupid, but... thinking about it carefully, I didn't give her anything that reminded her of me. "

Of course the Patronus would not answer him.

"If there was, she must have been ruined after Moody died," he said to himself. "Maybe after all this is over, if she wants to see me again, I can try to explain to her. Maybe I can persuade Dumbledore speaks for me, he's always been good at persuading people."

Before the sun had fully risen and the Patronuses dissipated, Severus Snape made up his mind.Now that victory is in sight, he must be more cautious than before.He decided to save his life no matter what, and see Marciana again.