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"You actually got another Dark Lord's soul fragment!" Harry looked at the magic pocket placed on the counter in surprise, he opened it curiously and found a simple golden cup inside, which looked Some years.

"He put his soul fragments on the cup?" Harry had just finished his astonishment when he remembered the relics of the Big Four, and since he already had a Slytherin locket, then—"This is Hufflepuff's golden cup !"

Snape endured the Gryffindor bluster on Harry, and once again cursed his younger self in his mind, what did he really like about this noisy kid-it really didn't matter what. Not cute!

"Does your head hurt?" Snape asked abruptly.

With a chill on Harry's back, he quickly stuffed the gold cup back into his pocket, put his head in his hands and yelled.

"It seems a little—it doesn't hurt now!" Harry finished speaking and quickly looked at Snape, "You didn't tell me you went to find the Dark Lord's soul fragment!" He stared at Snape accusingly, Those eyes were full of resentment.

He hasn't been out for a long time!And this old bastard actually ran out to take risks without taking him!Obviously, he also helped last time, one more person is always good, he also learned a few wandless spells, such as helping to clean up—well, he hasn’t learned the wandless spell for attacking yet , is indeed a burden.

Harry's shoulders slumped again at the thought, half of his confidence lost.

"You want to throw yourself into a trap and then be able to duel face to face with the Dark Lord to achieve your savior halo?" Snape didn't care about Harry's emotions, he sarcastically asked the little bastard to dispel his desire to take risks all the time idea.

"So you already knew that Bella kept the Dark Lord's soul fragment." Harry wrinkled his nose, and he said again, "Could it be that you were waiting for this day when you learned that Bella escaped—you know She's going to come to you—no, you want her to come to you, so you planned it."

"I'm not that powerful yet." Snape said, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Not everything will go as you expect."

"But now it seems that it has developed towards what you expected. You must have done a lot of things to bring about this result." Harry said, his eyes drifted to the potion that had been busy all night in the bottle.

"So are you going to see Dumbledore now?" He turned his head to look at Snape, pointing to the potion that had been waiting for a day.

Snape nodded, he stepped forward and locked the magic bag containing the gold cup in the locker in front of Harry.

"There is something I need to tell Dumbledore." He picked up the bottle of potion and walked towards Harry. He looked directly into the boy's face, looking through the round lenses into the emerald green eyes, and suddenly he looked down. kissed his forehead.

"wait me back."

Harry touched the place where he was kissed, and he was led out of his private study by Snape.He went back to the bedroom, and the door slammed behind him.

Snape left again.

Had he known he should have brought up Dumbledore tomorrow maybe Snape wouldn't have thought about it and he'd be able to rest for a while - he never knew Snape was a workaholic.Harry pursed his lips when he thought of this, he should have thought that his prince has liked to have a very full schedule since a long time ago.

Somehow Harry thought of Prince in his ghost state, and when they were together, there were times when he would help him with his homework through the night while he slept.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up slightly, and he floated up the book he hadn't finished before, making himself sit back on the bed and continue to read the book about the application of the wandless spell.

It was still Godric's Hollow, Snape put the potion on the table and did not leave, but he did not speak, but silently looked at the humanoid pendant that was almost hanging on Dumbledore's body - accompanied by Dumbledore transformed into an old man's face, really a harmonious combination of grandparents and grandchildren.

A question about the relationship between the two crossed Snape's mind, but it had nothing to do with him or what he was doing now.And he subconsciously believed that if he revealed the Dark Lord's mission about Dumbledore's life to this young man, his plans would be disrupted.

So Snape just looked at Dumbledore in silence.

"Please get out." Dumbledore pulled Gellert off his shoulders, his tone was calm and he suppressed a trace of dissatisfaction. It seemed that he didn't like this young man very much?

But if Dumbledore didn't like the young man why would he let him live in his home?Snape suppressed the question.

"Albus," Gellert said in a begging tone, and his bright and flamboyant face really couldn't be irritating, but Dumbledore didn't even give him a look—— The bearded grandpa really doesn't eat any beauty.

"Well, I'm right outside the door, just call me and I can come in at any time." He sighed and put down Dumbledore's hand that he had been holding, his eyes glued to the centenarian, those eyes The love in it can almost materialize into an enchantment.

And before he left, his gaze casually flicked to Snape and gave him a cold, murderous look.

For a moment, Snape still caught hold of it. He stretched out his hand and touched his chin, and crossed out the relationship between the two people from the line of relatives—he seemed to have noticed a secret about Dumbledore's private life. , but their principal doesn't seem to be a person who can eat young grass.

Reminiscent of the curse Dumbledore said, maybe this young man may not be young either.

After the door closed, Dumbledore cast a Soundproofing Charm, and he said straight to the point, "The Death Eaters are at it again." That was an affirmation.

"The Dark Lord has assigned a mission." Snape paused, and he looked at Dumbledore. "He wants your life."

Dumbledore was not surprised, "Let me guess, he found a student."

"Draco Malfoy." Snape nodded.

Dumbledore sighed, "He's still a child." He tugged at his long beard in distress, and didn't even eat the sugar.

"It's insane."

"Mrs. Malfoy found me under Bella's instigation, and begged me to help her son complete this task." Snape continued, "I agreed."

Dumbledore patted Snape on the shoulder as comfort, "You've done a good job, now we can know what little Mr. Malfoy is going to do to 'kill' me." He even showed a smile, looking What to look forward to is a series of shenanigans.

"Anyway, the next target of the Death Eaters is you," Snape said.

"Well, I see." Dumbledore nodded indifferently.He pondered for a while, then took out his favorite Lemon Xuebao, unpacked it and took a bite, and then another.Just as Snape was about to leave impatiently, he spoke again.

"By the way, I have good news for you."

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship is yours."

When Snape returned home, he frowned and thought about Dumbledore's purpose in giving him the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, which meant that he had found a Potions professor—but why did he find him at this time? A Potions Professor?

There must be something Dumbledore wanted in the new Potions professor.

Snape put a bunch of newly purchased materials on the bookshelf of his private research room, and he just went shopping in Knockturn Alley to find some soul-related black magic books.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship was exactly what he needed.Snape locked his private study and climbed the stairs.The upside is that the Restricted Area is completely open to him.

According to what Harry said, the Dark Lord sliced ​​his own soul when he was young, and he is not a person with profound family background-so the magic source of his soul slice can only be the library of Hogwarts .

Snape opened his bedroom door.

"You haven't slept yet?" He frowned while shaking his thoughts away.

"Severus," Harry dropped the book in his hands, before he lifted the covers and jumped off the bed, Snape walked up to him, picked up the book and looked at him expressionlessly, Watching, Harry couldn't help but smile to hide his embarrassment.

"Are you hungry?" He asked the question, scratching his hair, and looked expectantly at Snape, waiting for an affirmative answer before he could help him make dinner.

Snape snorted, "Since you have read the book all day, then the homework I assigned must have been overfulfilled." He smirked with the corners of his mouth raised.

"No, I think I'll have to take another look." Harry shook his head violently, reaching for the book.

Snape memorized the book behind his back, "Then to prove that you are really putting your heart into my homework, and you don't look sleepy," he looked at Harry, and the corners of his mouth twitched happily, "Let's start the quiz." And admiring the astonished face.

"No! What time is it! Severus, let's take the test tomorrow! Or if you want to do something else, I can - no, no! I was wrong!" Harry struggled for a long time, Still wanting to cry without tears, I was pressed and tested my self-study results.

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Gellert on the door panel: Albus, Albus...

Dumbledore opened the door and raised his eyebrows in surprise: I never knew that your hobby is to treat yourself as a pendant.

Getler, who automatically became a pendant on Lao Deng's back: What did you talk about behind my back?

Dumbledore (considering whether to tell Lao Gai that the Dark Lord sent a child to kill him, and decided not to tell him) stroked his beard: I think when I get older, I should satisfy some innocuous little requests of young people.

Gellert's eyes light up: So you want to sleep with me?

Dumbledore:  …