Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 241 Snape: I refuse!
The curse is like a scale, put your sacrifice on the left side, and deal damage to the enemy on the right side.

It's a fair deal, before the sacrifice on the left is peeped.

Once the sacrifice is peeped, the damage on the right side becomes less terrible.

Avoidance or substitution is fine, the crux of the problem lies in:

Equivalent.

Human life is equal to human life. This is the basic rule of equality.

Lucius got busy for this. He accepted Voldemort's suggestion to go to the Muggle prison to find serious criminals.

Voldemort also started his own peaceful life. He needs to teach two apprentices and research resurrection potions.

It was destined to be a difficult process, because Voldemort had many demands on his new body.

He didn't want to make a snake-faced monster like Lin Zuo remembered.

And while he was busy, his enemies had already launched their actions.

……

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

In front of Dumbledore, there are many cards:

Riddle Building, Wu's Orphanage, Black Forest Map, Malfoy Manor...

And the card that Dumbledore put in the center of these cards was a card of a dilapidated house.

"boom."

The door to the headmaster's room was opened, and Dumbledore looked out through the top edge of his half-moon glasses.

He picked up his wand in his hand, as if he wanted to confirm the identity of the person who came, before deciding whether to put away the things in front of him.

Soon, Mag's face appeared on the spiral staircase.

Dumbledore pressed his wand, apparently feeling the need to do so.

"Malfoy Manor, Headmaster, you guessed right."

McGonagall sat across the desk as she spoke, looking exhausted.

"Neville and Luna, both with him?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, and it looks good, especially Luna, she's like Hermione..."

Having said that, Mag stopped.

She shook her head and said "tsk tsk" twice to express her dissatisfaction.

"He's good at seducing people, always has been, Meg, we can't blame those kids."

Dumbledore frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "I just don't understand Mrs. Longbottom. Why did she agree? Is it really because of those two children?"

"Of course, for them, Augusta is willing to do anything." McGonagall said with certainty.

Dumbledore shook his head, but he didn't say more, he just said pointedly: "Keep in touch with her, McGonagall, no matter what, we used to be friends on the front line."

"I know, Headmaster." Professor McGonagall did not understand more, but changed the subject and asked, "Fudge really doesn't believe what you say?"

"He believed, but fear made him choose not to believe." Dumbledore shrugged helplessly, "Not everyone chooses to be brave."

"Then what should we do? Let him develop?"

As McGonagall said, she glanced at the card on the desk, which immediately attracted her curiosity, "What are you doing?"

"I was wondering what kind of trap Tom was going to leave me."

Dumbledore also looked at the card, and said with a smile on his face, "I have to choose whether to follow up."

Mag glared at the principal angrily, she felt that the enemy should not be led by the nose.

But the headmaster obviously wouldn't listen to her, so she just glanced at it without saying anything.

"How about getting Harry involved?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"What?" McGonagall asked in surprise.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore finally became serious, he said thoughtfully, "I know he is still young, but fate is sometimes more reliable, so..."

"We have to be worthy of Potter, Headmaster." McGonagall said seriously.

Dumbledore nodded, which was why he hesitated.

The Potter family has paid too much for this war, if Harry is involved because of him...

"Maybe you can ask him, don't you think?" Dumbledore asked.

Mag frowned, she didn't know what to say.

But that's not the most important thing.

The important thing was that Dumbledore was asking for her opinion, and not in the way of talking.

"You seldom ask others for help on critical issues."

McGonagall's answer made Dumbledore stunned.

He froze for a moment, then took off his glasses, sighed, and laughed again.

"Call me Professor Snape, I think this issue needs to be discussed with him."

Dumbledore put his glasses back on, and said in an irresistible tone.

Mag stood up and left without any hesitation.

In fact, she prefers this Dumbledore, as for the previous one, just pretend she didn't see it.

"Crash..."

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the cards flew to the bookshelf, where they were piled up next to a pile of Carlo cards.

Then he leaned back on the chair, his eyes naturally fell on the fireplace.

In a daze, he saw two figures having a long conversation there.

One is thirsty for knowledge, and the other knows everything.

But now, all the good things are gone.

"boom."

The memory was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, Dumbledore opened his eyes vigorously, trying to raise his spirits.

"You look for me."

Snape walked in in a hurry. It has to be said that he sometimes resembled Voldemort.

Or, when he was young, he had imitated Voldemort's way of walking.

The only difference between the two is that Voldemort will open his hands when he stalks.

That would make the cloak dance, adding to his momentum.

Snape, on the other hand, would keep his arms tucked away.

Although this momentum is not comparable to Voldemort, it also has its own taste.

"I have a question for you."

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Snape, but suddenly found that Snape was looking at him dully.

"is there a problem?"

He asked Snape while touching his face, because Snape was looking straight into his face.

"It's nothing, I just feel...you seem to be much older."

Snape's words made Dumbledore startled.

He had been feeling out of sorts lately, but he was fine, and Snape wouldn't lie.

Are you really getting old?

"Maybe it's just a lack of energy."

Dumbledore decided not to talk about this issue for the time being, but asked Snape, "Have you been teaching Harry recently?"

"Of course," Snape replied.

"Have you considered adding some practical lessons to him?" Dumbledore asked again.

Snape frowned, indicating that he didn't understand what the other person meant.

"I mean." Dumbledore said, "I just want to go out and do something, maybe I can teach him a lot..."

"It doesn't seem like you need to ask me." Snape's gaze became elusive.

"Of course, but I think, maybe..."

"I reject."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Snape said directly, "If I have the right."

Dumbledore's face became a little ugly, which was obviously not the answer he wanted.

But when he tried to make Snape change his answer with his eyes, the result he got was still:

I reject.

(End of this chapter)