[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

The staircase spiraled upwards, ending at a shiny wooden door with two brass knockers in the shape of griffin heads.

Snape reached out and opened the door, and walked straight in.

Sunlight pours into the circular office from the windows.It looks very comfortable here. On the large wooden table, there are many exquisite silverware with strange shapes, spinning and spraying white steam. Fox perches quietly on the fiery red shelf. There are many portraits of witches and wizards hanging on the wall. Some were still asleep with their eyes closed, while others looked curiously at the gloomy black-robed man standing in the office, whispering to each other.

"So," Dumbledore nodded understandingly, "he wants... I guess he wants to know that prophecy—"

When Snape heard Dumbledore say the word "prophecy", the expression on his face became extremely ugly.

"The second half of—" Dumbledore finished thoughtfully, looked up to see Snape's expression, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "Stop blaming yourself, Severus, it can't be entirely to blame You. To be honest, the environment of the Pig's Head Bar...even if it's not you, it will be someone else. Sit down...have a cup of coffee? No sugar?" He waved his hand lightly, and two cups of steaming coffee immediately appear on the table.

"I'm fine." Snape said in a deep voice, avoiding Dumbledore's gaze, strode to the chair, sat down, no extra expression on his face.

"So he wants to use Potter... What else is there in the second half of the prophecy? He already knows the main information, and has... already solved it." Snape said with difficulty.

Dumbledore shook his head, "It's not resolved, otherwise you and I wouldn't be sitting here today."

"He's killed James Potter and... and Lily!" Snape looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Yes, yes. He killed James and Lily, and then he turned to Harry...but now Harry is alive and well, and he has lost a lot...he must have been confused for a long time, Dumbledore said calmly, "I think Voldemort may want to get a complete prophecy to figure out why he failed that year. With his personality, he only thinks of power. He believes that only violence can subdue everything... and once he Think I've found the reason..."

He will not hesitate to solve the unresolved obstacle of his own year-Harry Potter, the boy who is prophesied to prevent him from ascending the throne.

There was silence in the office, the silverware on the table whirled and hummed.

Snape's face was pale, and his fingers under his robe were tightly gripping the arm of the chair.

"What did the second half of the prophecy say?" His voice was a little hoarse.

One must die at the hands of the other, both cannot live.

Dumbledore looked at the pale man in front of him, hesitation flashed quickly in his eyes.He hesitated for a moment, then said: "You already know the first half of the prophecy, it says 'the one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching, born at the end of the seventh month'."

That's it.Snape closed his eyes in pain.

If it hadn't been for this sentence... if he hadn't told the Dark Lord hastily, wouldn't Lily have died?The boy doesn't have to endure so much suffering, he will grow up healthy and happy, with a mischievous smile in his mother's green eyes, instead of being cautious all the time like his mother, for fear of not doing well enough.

Dumbledore looked at his expression and sighed slightly, "The second half of the prophecy says, 'The Dark Lord personally marked him as his rival, but he possesses powers that the Dark Lord doesn't understand, and finally...defeated him completely .'"

Snape opened his eyes as if he had caught something, "'Finally defeat it completely'? So you're saying... Potter... won't... nothing will happen?"

He stared at Dumbledore, eager for the reassurance, without even realizing how urgent his expression was.

"Well, um..." Even if Dumbledore had made up his mind, he couldn't bear to lie under such eyes, he nodded quickly, and pushed the cold coffee towards Snape, " Have some coffee, it's nice."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, then found himself acting as if he cared too much for Harry.

He looked at Dumbledore's eyes that seemed to know everything, coughed unnaturally, and said in a disguised way: "Of course the life of the savior is not that fragile. He will save the entire wizarding world in the future."

He proudly picked up the cup and took a sip gracefully, trying to prove that he hadn't panicked enough to lose his bearing, but his face immediately became weird as soon as he drank the coffee.

"Ah..." Dumbledore raised his eyes to see his expression, and made a look of sudden realization, "Sorry, the place seems to be wrong, the cup should be mine."

Snape frowned, enduring the disgusting sweetness in his mouth, and didn't even want to say anything.

He put the cup back on the desk heavily, snorted coldly, and left quickly.

Dumbledore looked at his back with a smile, but finally sighed slightly without a trace, and a trace of worry flickered between his brows.

"Fawkes," Dumbledore stood up, walked to the shelf and gently touched its gorgeous feathers, "What I did...is it really right? This road...is really too long. "

He lowered his head, his snow-white beard trembled slightly, and the blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses were shining with moist water.

Phoenix chirped softly and rested his head on his arm.