HP Dawn Night

I am waiting maliciously for the last summer night of the sixth year.

I knew what was going to happen - Draco opened the way for the Death Eaters, Hogwarts was in trouble, Bellatrix and Dumbledore had a showdown...

Yes, I should be the one who killed Dumbledore. This is the task assigned to me by the Dark Lord.But I know Bella, or anyone knows her.Bellatrix was unwilling to give up any chance to prove herself to the Dark Lord, and if I showed any weakness or hesitation, she would have willingly rushed forward to face Dumbledore—she was dead, I There's a chance to take her place among the Death Eaters; she won, and even if the Dark Lord blames it, it's none of my business.

My bargaining chip is Dumbledore's compassion and Bella's quick success - she is worried about being replaced by me among the Death Eaters, so she must desperately want a chance to prove herself: kill Dumbledore.This will undoubtedly remind the Dark Lord once again who is the number one minister by his side.

"I thought you weren't that kind of person."

"You haven't known me long."

Myrtle's lavatory has become a regular place for me to brew potions, and she's more than happy to keep the secret for me, if I get to chat with her.Talking to a ghost may sound absurd, but the upside is that I never have to worry about her telling the truth, and who would believe Myrtle?

The accident happened on an ordinary afternoon.

"He's going to be angry...but I have no other choice..." I said to Myrtle as I washed the remaining herbal juice off my hands, "I can't sit still—"

She didn't answer, I looked up and saw someone in the mirror who shouldn't be here:

"Potter?" I narrowed my eyes, how much did he hear?

"Are you doing something for him?" Harry Potter looked at me with guarded and disgusted eyes.I straightened up: "This has nothing to do with you."

"Sure enough, Ron is right, you are the same as your father—the same—" Potter seemed to be searching for a suitable word, and I frowned:

"How did my father offend you?" I slowly turned off the tap.

"He really is a Death Eater!"

"I thought you knew that already."

Potter shook his head in disbelief: "Then the things you told us before...the intelligence...wait, is this a bigger conspiracy?"

"It depends on what you think, not how I answer, Potter." I turned to face him. "I heard you've been busy lately?"

"Your information may not be accurate, Snape, I've been busy." Potter retorted.

"I'm just curious about what the savior usually does."

"Don't digress - why don't you just say exactly what you're planning?"

"How much have you heard?"

"Not much." Potter stared at me warily, with undisguised hatred in his eyes, "Bellatrix—"

"I heard she killed your godfather? I'm so sorry... the noble Black died, and the only heir died at the hands of a side branch." I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for this once glorious family, "but then again , we always knew Bella was a cruel person, didn't we?"

Potter sneered: "Is she your colleague now?"

I frankly rolled up the sleeve of my left arm to prove that I didn't have the Dark Mark on my arm: "Unfortunately, no... I don't know how much you have heard, but a smart person can know that Bella is not welcome at all I'm - I'm not welcome near Death Eaters."

"I'm not surprised at all! All she wants is Voldemort's favor for her!" gasped Potter. "What does she want from him? Love? Ridiculous! There can be love among Death Eaters." ?”

"I think Bella's feelings for the Dark Lord are more akin to obsession than love." I tentatively said, "So, you must have noticed that Bella and I are more like a kind of hostility."

"So you're trying to join the Death Eaters? Just like your father!"

"I didn't say my father was a Death Eater, and you don't have proof either. Unfortunately my father seems to have saved your life a few times as far as I know, and you shouldn't be grateful—"

"Grateful! He hates me! Because I remind him of my father, and on the other hand he's—you don't know, do you?" Potter stopped blurting abruptly and gave me a wary look. .

"what?"

"It seems that he didn't tell you... also..." Potter muttered to himself, "Come on, are you offering me an olive branch?"

"You can't say that, after all, I don't know if we are allies yet. But I do offer you a viable deal - you can take Bellatrix's life, and I can get the Dark Lord's Trust. What do you think, Potter?"

"So you're still going to join the Death Eaters? It's a cunning proposition, Snape, and you can use it to strengthen your position, but I don't see how I can gain anything from it. Yes, I'd love to be Latrix is ​​going to hell in no time! But what does having you in her place change? You're almost as dangerous."

"Let me take this as a twisted compliment. First, I may not join the Death Eaters lightly. Second, I am obviously a more equal opponent than Bellatrix, am I not?"

Potter didn't answer for a moment.I believe my words have shaken his will—Potter is not stupid, he is wise enough to consider another point: If Bellatrix and I were to kill each other and be tied, then he would undoubtedly be the winner. fisherman.What's more, he hated Bella deeply, and her loss of power was obviously a happy event for Potter.

"I don't have much time, so I don't have much time for you to think carefully." I emphasized, "Five days, how about it? If you appear here at ten o'clock in five days, it is a promise." ; Otherwise, just don’t agree. Don’t worry, even if you reject me this time, it’s no big deal, I have more important things right now, and I don’t care to trouble you.”

"If I say no to you, I'll be done with Slytherin," Potter said slowly, "but at the same time, it also means you have no choice but to support the Death Eaters, doesn't it?" ?” He is indeed very smart, I sneered:

"Yes."

Potter frowned: "None of us can be sure that we can benefit from it, can we?" He asked in a low voice.In fact, this is a game, whether it is me, Potter, or the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, no one is [-]% sure of winning.

"I have one additional request. In order to ensure safety, I hope we can sign an agreement." I stared into Potter's green eyes, "What do you think?"

"Yes. But if that's the case... I ask for two witnesses—one for you and one for me."

"A reasonable request." I sensed the compromise in Potter's words, and I couldn't help but secretly wiped the sweat from my palms on my robe, "Then I will wait for the good news in five days."

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