The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The Defense Against the Dark Arts office is on the second floor, and the space inside is completely personal and can be arranged according to each professor's preference.Perhaps because of this reason, Voldemort didn't make things difficult, and An An took over the office calmly.

But instead of taking Snape to his office, he went straight downstairs to Head Slytherin's potions office.

Snape didn't dare to question, he could only walk forward to lift the door of the office when his footsteps were slightly slow, and then let the door open sideways.

Voldemort walked in without saying a word.

The Potions Master's office is literally full of potions.

As soon as you come in, you can smell the smell of medicine that fills the whole room, mixed with the sweet and bitter smell of sober potion, and a little smoke.

On the east side, there is a high shelf reaching the ceiling, which contains all kinds of bottles and jars soaked with strange-shaped potion raw materials. There is a slightly lower shelf near the experimental table, and there are many experimenters in it. Semi-finished products, the cabinets on the lowest floor contain the real finished products.

Almost the entire room was occupied by the experimental table and its scattered raw materials and utensils. The desk was squeezed into a corner, and a layer of dust had already fallen on it.

Voldemort ran a finger across the table, leaving a clear mark immediately.

"You look really hardworking," Voldemort said softly, looking at the dust on his fingertips, "for the task I assigned."

"...my incompetence, master." Snape was not fooled by his kind appearance, and took the initiative to take the blame. "The development of the Squib Energizer was not successful."

This was an impossible task, and it was assigned to him deliberately to make things difficult, and Voldemort was not surprised by this result.But he was certainly pleased with Snape's unequivocal execution, and to some extent the Potions Professor had taken over his unsettled rage.

This instead cooled it down a little.

"So, I guess you really studied a lot of experience and theory, investigated a lot of cases and data, and made a lot of attempts... right?"

Voldemort's tone was clearly asking him to explain clearly the process of failure.

"Yes," said Snape.

How many sleepless nights, looking up information, immersing in calculations, going deep into the forbidden forest, visiting inaccessible mountains... just to be able to hand in an impeccable answer at this moment.

"In the beginning, I found out all the potion formulas for treating squibs that I could find, and tried to restore them one by one..."

That was the first month when the mission had just been assigned and the sky was dark.

Outside of class, Snape was one with the cauldron.There is no room for sloppy refining of potions, and it often falls short due to slight disturbances.He couldn't spare enough time to sleep and rest, or even go to the auditorium to eat a decent meal, and ended up eating, drinking and sleeping next to the cauldron, and the flesh on his face was boiled away.

Even so, not a single potion was successful.

Those ancient unorthodox prescriptions turned out to be deceitful guises in the end.

After all, if any effective potion had survived, the Squibs couldn't have become the nightmare of so many families of pure-blood wizards.

Snape had expected it a long time ago, but he still had to do his best to do these useless efforts.

Because he knew that this was what the Dark Lord wanted.

What he didn't expect was that even after such a failure, the Dark Lord still hadn't given up on the subject.It could be assumed that he felt that the problem still had potential to exploit him, but Snape didn't think he didn't have other, better ideas to make things difficult for him.

He guessed that behind the deliberate difficulty, the Dark Lord had a subtle seriousness.

So Snape worked even harder.While fulfilling Dumbledore's occasional need for trouble, he devoted all his time to studying the evolution of Squib's magic.

He consulted the Hogwarts library, the old bookstore in Knockturn Alley, the most cutting-edge magic journals, and asked Dumbledore's relationship to find several seniors who had done related research, and even got some precious manuscripts.

The data gave him hundreds of Squib cases and a dozen related theories, and while the prevailing theories were the simplest and crudest, there were three or four that he thought were worthy of further investigation.

"Squibs are divided into three types, one is born without magical power, the other is that the ability to cast spells is taken away by the legendary black magic, and the other is the mutation caused by the acquired stimulation."

Snape analyzed.

"The first type of squibs still occurs from time to time; the second type has completely disappeared from history, except for some records, there is no reliable evidence to prove their existence; the third type... is the most dangerous, most unfortunate and The most common. Many people are permanently incapable of magic due to a monstrous mana riot... There are really only two types of objects we really need to consider. But I think the first type of Squib is impossible to cure. Squib Potion Healing The object should be the last one."

"Many sources attribute the magical variation in Squibs simply to a congenital deformity. In other words, most people confuse the two types of Squibs. Only a handful of well-studied scholars have seriously explored the differences, classifying them as For congenital and riotous. I've seen many cases of riotous Squibs whose first magic riot was often their last, which is why they are considered by many to be the congenital equivalent. But Ulis Bryan in " There is a story in "Magic and Blood". The only magic riot of his young son was caused by touching the door key by mistake. He teleported himself to the dragon training field and caused a deformed magic riot before being trampled to death by the fire dragon. .”

"Brian's son couldn't walk at that time, and he didn't remember what happened at all. He used many methods to investigate, and finally determined that the magic riot only happened in the dragon training ground thousands of miles away, and there was no trace of the magic riot at home. That is to say, when the Portkey was activated, his younger son had not yet had a magic riot. And it is well known that, although trivial, the Portkey does require magic to activate. This means that before Brian Jr. became a Squib, he was There's magic, the possibility of being a normal wizard. That's why I think riotous Squibs have the potential to heal."

Voldemort sat comfortably in Snape's chair—although he hypocritically invited Snape to sit with him, the Death Eater very consciously declined, standing aside and reporting to work without complaint—his His expression was very neutral, showing neither satisfaction nor disappointment. He was noncommittal about Snape's conclusion and only motioned him to continue talking.

Snape pursed his pale lips, and the next part was the reason for failure.

Potion is a discipline that is very dependent on practice. It is not enough to simply consult the information. He needs to fully test each theory, formula, and material, and finally apply different finished products to actual objects to observe the efficacy. Constantly tweak and improve.

In this whole process, consulting data and sorting out conclusions is only the most preliminary step.The most critical and lengthy step in the development of a potion is actually the final practical part.

But studying squibs is a very thankless subject.Because wizards don't care about the marginalized Squib group, and they are few in number, many simply quit the wizarding world and live as Muggles because they don't fit in with the wizarding world.

Restricted by his teaching position at Hogwarts and his status as a double agent, Snape could only come into contact with practice subjects like Filch.However, these Squibs who were lucky enough to be in the wizarding world were very sensitive to their identities, and instead of cooperating with Snape's research, they exploded as soon as they touched them.

Several times, Snape was almost thrown out of the classroom by Filch with a chair - of course, after he was sure that he would not cooperate with the experiment, he retaliated viciously.

Under the constraints of various conditions, Snape's research unknowingly began to go astray.Originally wanted to study how Squibs can regain their magic power, but in the end they ran in the direction of suppressing magic riots.

From an academic point of view, they all start from the formation of Squib magic mutation.It's just that the information on regaining magic power is far less abundant than that on magic riots. When focusing on exploring the causes of magic power mutation, suppression and triggering are almost the same thing.First find the method of suppression, and then push back, in theory, you can find the method of triggering.

This inevitably led to deviations in the direction of research.After Snape painstakingly made the magical tranquilizer, the result of trying to reverse it was completely different.

"Magic riots have a lot to do with immature minds and strong stimulation. Generally, they only happen to young children. Normal magical riots will not cause serious consequences to little wizards. As long as parents comfort them correctly, they will soon But the magic riots of Squibs are deformed, they are often extremely ferocious, extremely destructive, and will devour their sanity, making them unable to calm down. So the idea of ​​magic tranquilizers is very clear. I refer to some hangovers and The formula of the refreshment potion uses the neck feathers of the Pampas tiger eagle as a medicine..."

Snape entered a completely professional field, immersed in the memories of developing potions, those tedious and boring details didn't seem to cause him pain, on the contrary, he talked about them with relish, unknowingly fascinated.

Usually he never had the opportunity to confide the details of these studies in front of people, not only because they had no time or patience, but more importantly, they had no interest in it, and it was basically impossible to understand how those profound principles were. Acting between seemingly disgusting and ugly potion ingredients.

The strange thing is that the Dark Lord at this time has all the interest, time, patience and understanding, and has become an excellent listener by accident.

Speaking of later, Snape had almost lost the pressure of being judged, and his dark eyes were burning with a dazzling fire, which had never been so bright.

It wasn't until he finished talking about the great success of the magic tranquilizer, and the topic came to the failure of reversing the Squib energy potion, that he woke up, and his expression stiffened visibly with the naked eye.

"...backwards, there are many ways to use potions to 'cause' emotions, but that's not the cause of the magic - or even the magic riot - at all, it's just the last inducement. Although I gave up hope, I did it Many experimental products, those squibs are obviously more interested in recovery potions than tranquilizers, so this time I successfully obtained a lot of experimental data."

He paused.

"...they all failed," he said dryly, "and I've lost all trust in the Squibs."

Snape's report was over.And Voldemort just tapped his fingers unconsciously.

"...You are indeed very talented."

Contrary to Snape's expectation, he heard a slight but elusive compliment, and his body trembled insignificantly.

"...Master." He let out a suppressed call from the depths of his throat.

Voldemort raised his eyes, and casual hypocrisy crept up the corners of his mouth again.

"I think you missed an important condition..." he said, "young."

Snape said: "...Yes."

Voldemort looked him over, and said after a while, "You have no conditions."

Snape's figure seemed to hang lower: "...Yes."

"Make a copy of your information and data, and I will see it next week. Then you go to visit Palis, if you need any materials or experimental subjects, just tell him, and I will let him cooperate." Voldemort began to order, "Continue I will find time to personally supervise the research and development of potions, and give me some results before the end of this semester."

Snape was secretly taken aback. He didn't expect Voldemort to really value this impossible research.

These commands are nothing short of gospel to a simple researcher.But alas, Snape also had a sad side job.

He waited after his due for his real mission - or punishment - whatever it was, that would reflect the Dark Lord's true attitude.

But Voldemort seemed to have forgotten the important title on his head, and got up without hesitation to leave.

After he walked past the dark fireplace, Snape finally couldn't help asking: "You haven't asked about the mission of monitoring the Order of the Phoenix for a long time... Do you have any new instructions?"

Voldemort stopped in his tracks, turned to look sideways at him, and said inscrutably, "You always know what to do, Severus."

Snape was at a loss.He desperately wanted more from the Dark Lord, but asking questions that had already been answered was tantamount to asking for death.Without waiting for more information, I could only rack my brains and say, "Then your goal at Hogwarts... how do I cooperate?"

Voldemort's eyes turned cold.

The long and boring academic report just now in the eyes of outsiders sounded full of exploration and fresh interest to Voldemort, who can fully understand and think deeply, and he even got a rare inspiration from it-this is what he has been obsessed with using. The reason why the squib potion embarrassed Snape indirectly forced him to study the principle of magic generation or disappearance through its special purpose, and then borrowed it from the research of Muggle days.

Although Snape felt that his mission had failed completely, in fact, according to Voldemort's intentions, he completed it quite well.

Voldemort changed his mind accordingly.

The potion part is exploited, and the spy part is waiting to be exploited.

Still, he felt he was being kind enough not to make excuses to torture Snape.Maybe it has something to do with his good mood today.

...but that didn't mean Snape could test him.

He took out his wand and turned slowly, thinking it was time to teach him a lesson.

Snape seemed to be aware of his actions. The stone that had been hanging above his head all night was finally about to fall. Instead, he felt an indescribable relief, and slowly closed his eyes in resignation.

But the expected misery did not happen.He opened his eyes strangely, and saw Voldemort rubbing his temples in annoyance.

The Dark Lord glanced at him impatiently. "Get out. Dumbledore is waiting for you."

"...It's..." Although it was his office, Snape obviously had no room to protest, and was thrown out suspiciously.

Afraid that Voldemort would come out on his back, he didn't dare to stay longer, and walked quickly to the principal's office.

Sure enough, Voldemort left the potions office quickly, returned to his own office, took out the mobile phone in the drawer, and made a call.

It's almost one o'clock, where the hell is Harry, the damned, the adolescent, the excess energy, the kid Potter? !

The drunkenness from the soul connection made him realize what it means to be completely drunk!