[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"I called you here today because the Dark Lord has something he doesn't understand... very much, Severus," Voldemort said slowly, squinting down at Snape, "there are hardly any plans for the boy." Going on, he doesn't seem to have the slightest curiosity about what's in the Department of Mysteries... these days...even the Dark Lord can't see what's going on in his head..."

He gently lifted Snape's chin with his wand, his eyes glowing red, "The boy shouldn't be so defensive, I think... my old friend Severus must know what happened." something, right?"

"That's what I want to report to you, Master."

Snape said without the slightest hesitation, "I found that Dumbledore was always teaching Potter alone, and they stayed in his office for hours at a time."

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort thought.

"Yes, Master. I—I've inquired, but..." Snape lowered his head slightly, with resentment in his voice, "He won't trust me...Master, please forgive me!"

"If it was Dumbledore..." Voldemort watched with satisfaction as Snape grew more and more panicked, and waited for a moment before speaking mercifully, "Lord Voldemort, forgive your innocence, Severus. After all, it was almost We all know... that old guy Dumbledore is very proficient in Occlumency."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, and asked worriedly: "Then... the master means that Dumbledore is teaching Potter himself the Occlumency? But in this way..."

Of course Voldemort saw Snape's subtle movement, and he twisted his mouth slightly, showing what looked like a smile, "Yes... then... we won't be able to get the prophecy ball through that boy— Severus, do you know Occlumency?"

"I know a little bit, Master. But...it's too difficult, I-I only know the surface." Snape lowered his head in shame.

"Look up," commanded Voldemort grimly, "and look at me."

Snape raised his head obediently, his eyelids lowered slightly respectfully, but kept at a height where Voldemort could see him. His black eyes met the red ones, and he instantly became dazed.

Harry Potter hurried down the corridor... spoke the password to the stone monster... Snape's black figure watched him climb the winding staircase from behind the pillar...

Dumbledore with a white beard appeared with Harry Potter... Dumbledore bowed his head kindly and said something to Harry... Harry nodded again and again... Snape was hiding in the shadows...

Snape made a bitter sarcasm at Harry... Harry stared at him with bitter hatred... shouting, "Severus Snape, I hate you! I hate you!"

"Oh..." Voldemort smiled in surprise, motioning for Snape to stand up and speak, "Severus, you are making our little friend very angry... What are you doing?"

"Dumbledore hopes that Potter will develop morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically." Snape's thin lips twisted into a sarcastic smile. "He asked me to teach Potter about potions."

"Hahahahaha!" Voldemort laughed wildly as if hearing some joke, and the Death Eaters around him also laughed loudly, and the atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed, "Tutoring—Potions? Our children don't seem to have very good qualifications." ah!"

"Extremely dull." Snape said jokingly, bending slightly.

"Hahahahaha! Hahaha!" Voldemort laughed until tears came out.

"Master!" Bellatrix was not reconciled to being robbed of the limelight by Snape, she glared fiercely at Snape, and said flatteringly to Voldemort, "The important thing now is what the master wants... Bellatrix Ra asks your permission...give me a little time, and I will definitely win the prophecy ball from the Ministry of Magic for you!"

"Master, leave this matter to me." Snape followed up not to be outdone.

"I... I am also willing to serve the master!"

"Me too!"

Other Death Eaters also pledged their loyalty.

"Quiet."

Voldemort waved slightly, and everyone immediately fell silent.

"Of course the Dark Lord knows your loyalty... there is no doubt..." he whispered, "but only the two mentioned in the prophecy can touch it... Of course I can't go to the Ministry of Magic, nor can Harry Potter Not going...but...it doesn't matter...the Dark Lord has a new goal..."

"That old fellow Dumbledore thought everything would be fine if I didn't get the prophecy ball, but Lord Voldemort...he has passed through life and death...what power can make him afraid?"

Voldemort sneered and opened his hands, "When I got that thing... what is the power of prophecy? The destined enemy... Ha! Ridiculous!"

"What does the master want?" Snape bent over and asked cautiously, "Your servant is willing to do it for you."

Voldemort touched his chin with his slender fingers, hesitated, and said, "Severus, it's not that Lord Voldemort doesn't trust you—but this matter... I'll do it myself."

Seeing what Snape wanted to say, he waved his hand to stop him and said, "Your task now is to keep an eye on Dumbledore and our children for me at Hogwarts... The Dark Lord will remember your achievements... …Understand?"

"Yes... yes, master."

Snape knelt down and kissed Voldemort's fingertips with infinite reverence.

Late at night, Snape strode into Dumbledore's office, where Dumbledore was hanging his traveling cloak full of stars and moons on the coat rack.

"Oh... Severus, just got back? Me too... sit down, sit down."

"The Dark Lord gave up the Prophecy Ball," Snape said quickly before he could sit down, "but he seems to want something else...more powerful than the Prophecy Ball...he seems to have some clues!"

"Hmm..." Dumbledore sat relaxed behind the desk, put his hands on the table and pointed his fingertips together, "I expected that. Voldemort is not someone who likes to sit and wait to die."

"But he won't tell me what exactly I'm looking for!"

"Normal. Does he look like someone who puts all his eggs in one basket?"

"If...if he gets that thing...more powerful than the power of prophecy..."

"Relax, Severus," Dumbledore said with a wise gleam in his blue eyes, "I think... I probably know what he wants..."

"you know?"

"Oh... just a guess."

"You can stop him, can't you?" Snape looked at him imploringly from his desk. "You can protect Potter, can't you? If... if I die... you will protect Potter." He must have killed him, right?"

"I... of course. Don't make that assumption, Severus, haven't you always done well?"

"Yes, but I don't know... I really don't know... The Dark Lord has become less and less human... Moody... Cruel and brutal... He killed another family of Muggles today, even cats and children Don't let it go!"

"I know..." Dumbledore sighed and patted Snape's arm, "I know...it's really hard for you, if you don't want to..."

"No," Snape raised his head proudly, looked coldly at Dumbledore, the lonely but stubborn black figure, "I will keep doing this until I die...but you must remember that you promised me... I will definitely protect Potter!"

"I... yes, Severus, I... promise you."