Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 212 Between Life and Death
Lucius cast a spell and put the immobile Snape on the stretcher. Snape raised his full hand to cover his bleeding throat, his eyes rolled up, and the blood soaked the gauze , sheets and stretcher, dripping onto the floor.

The scene gradually dimmed, and after a long time, the next scene emerged vaguely...

"My lord," Lucius said respectfully, kneeling before Voldemort, "I have brought Severus Snape."

"Very well," said Voldemort, but there was no trace of gratitude in his voice, "I remember you assuring me that the subject you brought was a talented young wizard who was worth all my trouble."

"Yes, not only that, he is also your loyal admirer, and he is also a brilliant dark wizard..." Lucius rolled his eyes, "But I don't know that after you transformed him into a black magic creature, he How much of his ingenuity is left."

"Lucius, my tactful friend," Voldemort stroked his wand and stood up, the hem of his black robe brushing Lucius' shoulders, "Have you found a step for yourself before the experiment started?"

"Owner……"

Voldemort raised a hand and signaled Lucius not to continue, "I will remember your credit, and even if the experiment fails, I will not blame you. I don't want to pretend that my newly invented black magic has Mature, if this spell succeeds, I will have an army of undead."

As Voldemort spoke, he paced across the ornate, dark room.

In the corner away from the throne, Snape was lifted off the ground by some kind of magic, his eyes half-closed, his head hanging oddly.

The bandages wrapped around his body were removed, and the wound bitten by the werewolf was exposed. On his body, the things that should have been inside were splayed out, and the skin that should have been on the outside was gone.

"You'd better hurry up, he's dying." Lucius' voice was a little unnatural, and he stared down at his good pair of leather boots, not daring to look at Snape at all.

Voldemort ignored Lucius, but looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly. He stretched out his wand unhurriedly, and added new wounds on Snape's neck, next to the deep bone wounds. A pale wound.

Snape's body shuddered.

Voldemort shook his head, "The activity is still too strong... wait... when he takes his last breath, pour the black magic into it. If I can succeed, this will be the greatest magical invention of the twentieth century... ..."

He walked around Snape twice, his scarlet snake eyes sparkling, and he waited excitedly for the dying man's last breath.

The range that this memory can show is getting smaller and smaller, and after a few minutes, Voldemort can only be seen vaguely in this scene.

Voldemort paused to watch Snape's breathing, then he raised his wand in satisfaction and began to speak a dark, muffled incantation.

The sound of the incantation seemed to come from far away... Finally, accompanied by a bright light, the picture completely disappeared.

There was silence all around, like raindrops falling into a dark sea, like the dead sinking into the arms of death.

It took a long time for the new scene to take shape, and a dark cave appeared before people's eyes.

A monster lying on a rock, howling loudly, was probably the scariest thing Peter had ever seen.Its eyes are pale white like ordinary infernal corpses, and its insides seem to be full of spider webs, its skin is soaked white by the lake water—in short, it cannot be called a human at all.

It rolled on the ground, trembling, clutching the wound on its body, holding the internal organs that had flowed out of the body, blood was flowing everywhere.

Peter understood that the blood left in the cave by the sea where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes was not the victim's blood, it was actually Snape's blood.

It crawled towards Quirrell, stretching out a half-torn hand for help, but Quirrell hid away in disgust, lest he should be touched by this disgusting horror.

Peter had seen the Infernal Snape in Regulus' memory, but what made him feel the most frightened was this monster between the Infernal and human: it—or, he— Not unconsciously, he would be in pain and humiliated by his indecency.

No wonder Snape refused to speak about the experience himself.

Finally, he rolled down a stone step and lay exhausted on the ground, panting, panting, panting... The clothes on his body had been soaked in the lake water for more than ten years, and they were already somewhat rotten, so he just nestled in the same place. In the pile of worn cloth, gasp, gasp, gasp...

A pool of blood expanded beneath him, but he remained motionless, as if he had given up on himself.

"Master, it barked all night, and now it doesn't bark..." Quirrell timidly reported to the master.

A cold, high-pitched voice sounded from the back of Quirrell's head, "Go and see it, give it another drop of elixir, don't let it die."

Quirrell stood up reluctantly, took out a small crystal bottle, and greedily looked at the half bottle of liquid in it, but he dared not neglect the order of the Dark Lord.

He opened the bottle cap from a long distance away, took out a drop of liquid medicine with his wand, and then he reached out and opened the Inferi's mouth, and when his fingertips touched the rotten white jaw, he retched with nausea.

The scene disappeared again, and then, the dark cave by the sea reappeared.

Snape changed into a Death Eater-style black robe, and he stood up now, becoming more human.

He was brewing potions beside a huge cauldron, his face and left hand were swollen badly, and his eyes were still covered with a white film. He put the herbs into the cauldron, tilted his body, and poured himself into the cauldron.

Even though he knew that he was only in a memory, Peter's heart still tugged. He remembered that Snape said at the beginning of school that he had fallen into the cauldron... It turned out that this incident was true, but it was just embezzled That's all.

Snape struggled in the cauldron for more than ten seconds before breaking himself free.

He fell to the ground, staring at the ceiling of the cave, white smoke rising from the part that fell into the pot.

Quirrell just looked at him indifferently. After more than two years of humble service to the Dark Lord, Quirrell was finally satisfied with finding a creature lower than himself.

"I wish I were dead..." Snape finally said a word.

"You are dead," said Voldemort grimly. "Stand up and continue to serve me."

Snape obediently rose from the ground, to Voldemort's satisfaction.

"I need you to get close to Albus Dumbledore, do you remember who he is?"

"Yes. He is the headmaster of the magic school."

"Do you remember what your name was when you were alive?"

"Severus Snape."

"I hope you can act like a real living person in front of Dumbledore."

"Yes, my lord." Snape replied flatly.

"Quirrell," ordered Voldemort, "give it another drop of the elixir, and I have thought of a better use."

(End of this chapter)