HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Finding Mundungus wasn't too difficult, especially since he had a reputation in Knockturn Alley—though not a good one.

Snape pretended to be a rich and big client, and asked him out almost easily.

He didn't intend to let the other party discover his identity, so he gave the other party an Imperius Curse as soon as they met-although Snape thought that even if he didn't do this, he might not be able to recognize him with Mundungus's brain Come.

The silent spell did not arouse the vigilance of other people in the tavern.Snape turned his head and looked around, making sure that no one had noticed them, and then slowly sat down opposite the dazed Mundungus.

"Listen, Mundungus," he murmured, with the air of a transactional whisper.

Under the control of the spell, the other party approached bewilderedly but obediently.

"You're going to make a suggestion to the Order of the Phoenix," he said, frowning, watching the expression on Fletcher's face to make sure he caught every word, "let them use a stand-in. Polyjuice Potion. An identical Potter. Only this method will work."

He looked at the bewildered expression on the other party's face, and continued: "You have to forget that this suggestion was made by me. You have to make it your own idea. Do you understand?"

"Understood." The man in front of him murmured.

Snape looked around again from the corner of his eye, making sure no one overheard their conversation before breaking his spell.He let out a breath, thinking about the various plans Dumbledore had made for Potter's transfer when he was still alive-the old man put them in an envelope, handed it to a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and told the other party If you have an accident, follow the instructions in the letter.In this way, no one would think that Dumbledore had told others about the contents long before his death.

Snape stood up, dropped a few Galleons pretending to be impatient, and took what he and Mundungus had bought.

……

The efficiency of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​pretty good.Even Snape couldn't tell which one was the real Harry Potter when he had to chase down Polyjuice Potion-conjured identical Potters on his most hated broomstick.Even though he put far more energy into that boy than anyone alive today.

That's fine, Snape thought, and if he couldn't even recognize which one was Harry Potter, the Dark Lord couldn't possibly do it... as long as Potter didn't act stupid...

He was flying after Lupine, powerful but deliberate misses from his wand.The Dark Lord wasn't here, and no Death Eater would have suspected that the one who killed Dumbledore was going to send water to the Order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, a Death Eater suddenly flew in front of him, pointed his wand at Lupine's back.The werewolf didn't seem to notice, and was still flying straight with that Potter who didn't know whether it was real or not.

Snape thumped in his heart. The other Death Eaters were not secret spies of the Order of the Phoenix. Once they were hit...Although he never had a good face towards this fellow member of the Order of the Phoenix, Snape still stretched out his wand to attack him. Aim at the Death Eater's arm in front of you.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

His wand swiped down.

The curse flew straight out, and instead of landing on the Death Eater who suddenly shifted away, it slid past Potter's head.Blood gushed out, and Snape's face turned pale.

Fortunately, this chase that made him unable to continue to focus did not last much longer.Snape watched as the werewolf supported the staggering Potter down and disappeared into a range.The Death Eaters who were flying faster than him stopped ruefully, as if held back by something.

He stopped his broomstick and didn't look up.Snape knew that this chase was over.

Those Death Eaters who hoped to capture Potter or use the lives of members of the Order of the Phoenix to claim credit for the Dark Lord circled the invisible barrier for a while, and finally fell down to the ground resignedly, clutching their broomsticks Apparated back to Malfoy Manor, temporarily requisitioned as headquarters.

A group of Death Eaters had already gathered in the manor, and others should have escaped or... died.Snape looked at the faces of those people, but didn't speak out first.

Not long after, Voldemort also walked in from the outside with big strides.There was a scarlet light in his eyes, and he walked straight towards the dungeon without looking at the Death Eaters who were about to meet him.

There was a frenzied, terrifying aura about him, and even Bellatrix, who had always been called the most loyal and obsessed with Voldemort, couldn't help but backed away from the Dark Lord.Everyone stood in the hallway of Malfoy's house and looked at each other, and no one dared to follow.

Soon there was a long scream from the dungeon, accompanied by the wandmaker's muffled begging for mercy through the wall.Even without looking, Snape could have guessed that the enraged Dark Lord had definitely used some dark magic that could inflict great pain on that innocent man.But he stood there motionless, waiting quietly like all Death Eaters for Voldemort's wrath to subside.

When Voldemort appeared in front of them again, the leader who claimed to have the blood of Slytherin had calmed down. Apart from his more terrifying aura than usual, no one could see that he was so angry that he almost lost his mind. look.

The Death Eaters followed the Dark Lord to the long, elegant table in the Malfoy's living room.

Voldemort looked around, with red eyes still shining: "Today was a mistake." He announced in a high-pitched voice, a terrifying aura radiated from his body - Snape only saw it from Dumbledore Had a similar temperament.

All the Death Eaters were silent.

"Naturally, it cannot be entirely blamed on you," he said, his voice softening. "The Dark Lord is willing to condone an act of yours that did not catch even a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

Some Death Eaters murmured thanks.

"What's the matter with you, Severus?" Voldemort's eyes suddenly shifted to Snape beside him.His voice became low and slippery, like a cold-blooded animal swimming past his neck.

"Your complexion is very bad." The man said in a declarative tone, "You know, it's understandable if you feel pity for your former colleagues."

Snape was keenly aware of the danger of this sentence - Voldemort suspected that he was hiding some information.

"Yes, Master," he said calmly, looking up into Voldemort's flat face with deep-socketed black eyes, and even in a tone that seemed unhurried, "You know, I always Not good at this kind of flying activity."

"Really?" Voldemort's voice rose again.

There was a slight commotion among the Death Eaters sitting further away at the question and answer.Snape didn't seem to notice.

"Don't dare to deceive you, master," he said, fixing his eyes on the first button of the other party's neckline, "Also, I think today's incident revealed a bad signal--I mentioned to you earlier I am afraid that the channel that I have passed through has already been suspected by those people..."

"They won't trust him anymore," said Voldemort. "Mundungus—that's a coward. He left Mad-Eye Moody and ran away."

Snape didn't miss the scorn in the Dark Lord's tone - even they looked down on those cowards.

"Then I'm afraid there won't be any more value in this person, and it's impossible for people from the Order of the Phoenix to tell him any more information." Snape pretended to be stunned for a moment, "Please forgive me, master—the Order of the Phoenix Only this person can be controlled by the Imperius Curse for a long time."

Voldemort looked at his expression for a long time, and for a long while, the thin lips with only a slit twisted into a smile of approval: "No, you did a good job, Severus. You gave us the correct information, The Dark Lord never punishes those who deserve credit. Instead, you will be rewarded for it."

"Thank you."