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"Let go," Snape said.

Harry let go immediately, but he had to be careful, so he hugged - this time in a different place - Snape's waist.

"You haven't been enchanted by the ring." Harry looked at the ring in Snape's hand curiously, and suddenly his forehead hurt, causing him to squint one eye, and let go of one hand to rub his faint Painful scar.

"Sure enough, there is a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul on this ring." Snape said as he put the ring back into the box.

"Aren't we going to take it away?" Harry looked up at Snape in bewilderment, and at that moment Snape's hand was on his chin, and he watched as Snape bent over to observe him. The scar on his forehead.

This expressionless face was so close, hazy and soft under the dim light of the torch, it gave him the illusion of Snape's unusual tenderness, the breath was so familiar that he let go of all his guard, he couldn't help but think of Snape Prince.

Harry fell silent.

"It doesn't hurt now," Snape affirmed, letting go of his hand and taking a step back so Harry was out of his arms.

"I don't think the soul fragments on this ring should have awakened." Harry nodded.

"A very evil black magic has been cast on this, as long as it is put on someone's finger, it will suck that person's life force dry, and use life force to support the operation of the whole magic." Snape moved away Look, he said, looking at the ring in the box.He seemed to be thinking about something.

"Oh! Merlin! I almost - thank you, Severus." Harry smiled gratefully at Snape after being startled.

Snape glared at Harry disapprovingly.

"I think my gratitude is more real when I use my Christian name." Harry resumed his smirk.

Snape snorted coldly, without dwelling too much on this issue, he looked at the ring again and raised his wand, "But as long as you make a slight change, this magic can be reversed. ’ he said, pointing his wand at the ring, muttering words Harry couldn’t understand.

"You mean—return the life force back." Harry hesitated, he was not surprised by Snape's ability, he knew how talented his Prince was, so Snape shouldn't be so bad where to go.

"If a person has too much vitality, what do you think will happen?" Snape retracted his wand and turned his head to ask after finishing the modification.

He watched the little bastard, the dim torchlight shining on half his face, making his eyes behind the glasses sparkle.If he wasn't so keen to commit himself to dangerous situations, his face would be deceptively well-behaved.

"Glowing?" Harry found a word, and he looked at Snape, and the two stared at each other for a few seconds.Suddenly Harry felt heat seething on his cheeks.

"Maybe you should change the word, rejuvenate." Snape twitched his lips.Then he added another magic, "Another magic that triggers the inner desire, combined with the enchantment spell just now, this is a great gift." He began to restore everything, and even attracted dust to sprinkle on the box. Harry's hand, clearing away the traces of their arrival as he left.

Now Harry knew why Snape hadn't cleaned out the musty smell in the basement when he came down.Harry watched as Snape closed the trap door to the basement and moved the sofa back over it to cover it, before disappearing with the torch in his hand.

Harry followed Snape out of Gaunt's house.He stared suspiciously at Snape, "Could it be that someone will come later—it's Dumbledore! You're doing this to get Headmaster Dumbledore in!"

Was Snape a bad guy? — but he tampered with the dark magic set by the Dark Lord — and his purpose was to make Dumbledore young.

"What's the point of doing that?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Move your rusty brain, Potter." Snape sneered, "Dumbledore has discovered the little secret on your brow, he knows more than us, but he doesn't Tell. But it's different now, when you find me instead of Dumbledore to help you, the boat is already fully loaded and there can be no more people."

"I know," Harry took a deep breath, "but that doesn't mean we're going to betray him." He still couldn't understand, his voice seemed to be liberated from the back of his throat.

"Dumbledore will come sooner or later. Gaunt's old house is such an obvious target. The headmaster must have thoroughly picked up the Dark Lord's bottom. So we need to arrange it in advance. He will get the black magic soul fragment." A ring. But a young, fresh-faced Dumbledore - he'll try to hide his features," said Snape.

"He can use the aging agent!" Harry still couldn't understand.

"A man using aging agents claiming to be Dumbledore." Snape sneered.

Harry realized that neither the members of the Order of the Phoenix nor the professors could be fooled by ordinary means, and with the incident of Barty Crouch Jr., it would be even more suspicious if Dumbledore used an aging agent or something else .

"You want to buy time for our investigation," Harry suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he gave Snape a complaining look, "Why didn't you say so sooner!" The old bastard.

He reached out and grabbed Snape's arm, and followed him to Apparate back to Spider's End.

Snape looked at Potter, who was patting his chest to suppress the feeling of vomiting, and brought him a glass of lemonade, "What do you think Dumbledore will do when he gets the Dark Lord's soul fragment?"

"Thank you." Harry took a sip of the water, "He'll destroy it right away." His hands shook, and he gripped the glass tightly.

He looked at Snape. "Professor, if the only way to deal with these soul fragments is to destroy them."

"No." The corners of Snape's mouth curled down, and he narrowed his eyes to face the ignorant little bastard in front of him, "Or you are questioning my ability."

"I'm just saying if." Harry pursed his lips, and he added in a low voice, "We need to prepare for the worst."

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Professor: Sooner or later, I will be pissed off by this little bastard

Harry hugged the professor tightly: We are on the same boat!