[hp] Believer

To tell the truth: "Lily Evans, they were a couple in school." After a pause, he said vindictively, "Severus should be familiar, shouldn't he?"

Seventeen

The room fell silent for a while.

Most of the people were looking at Snape maliciously, wanting to see how the red man in front of Voldemort would react, and if they could give them a chance to attack.

"If it was before the fifth grade, I would have been familiar with it." Snape's voice was steady and his tone was unwavering, "The fact that I broke up with her because I called her... a Mudblood, I don't think there are many Slytherins who don't Know—maybe you're one of the few?"

Avery knew that he had offended him by mentioning this matter, but he was overwhelmed by his inconspicuous classmates, and he kept hiding his dissatisfaction, so he simply continued to target him.

"Of course I know, I was just thinking... Maybe you can still receive her invitation?"

Snape stood up so suddenly that the chair nearly tipped over from his movement.

"Can I understand this as your accusation against me, Milton? Are you trying to imply that I have a secret relationship with an Order of the Phoenix?" Snape lowered his voice and asked sharply, his eyes burning with anger. stared at Avery.

Avery was startled, subconsciously shrank back.

He hadn't adapted to Snape's changes yet. The gloomy and reticent classmate had grown rapidly in this year, and even acquired a power somewhat similar to Voldemort. He was not someone he could treat lightly.

Avery squeezed out a dry smile, turned around and said, "You misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?" Snape said aggressively, refusing to let it go.

Avery hesitated in embarrassment.

Voldemort had finally had enough of the show, and said lazily, "Well, Severus, look, scare your old schoolmates, and don't be too hard on your mates."

"Yes, Master." Snape turned to Voldemort, curbed his anger, and bowed slightly.

"However, what Milton said is also reasonable. If you can get the detailed information of the wedding, the value will be completely different. Just imagine, destroying a wedding of purebloods and mudbloods, how convincing it is to promote our ideas."

Voldemort laughed, and the people below laughed in unison.

He waved his hand, "Okay, let me see your abilities—you better not let me down."

"Yes, Master." Everyone stood up, saluted respectfully, and watched Voldemort stride away.

Snape pulled away the chair and silently followed under everyone's complicated gazes.

Eighteen

The corridors are long and dimly lit.

Snape followed Voldemort two paces behind, like a lifeless and thinking shadow.

He tried his best to clear his head, but he still had various thoughts surging up in waves.

The name Lily Evans, when you don't think about it, is the footprints left by birds in the snow, but as long as you think about it, it will become a tangle of roots under the snow, and if you touch one of the veins lightly, it will pull To the internal organs, tearing out a mess.

"Lily Evans."

Voldemort pronounced the name slowly, which startled Snape, who was a little distracted.

"If I remember correctly, Severus, is this your favorite girl?"

Voldemort, who had been in Snape's mind for a while, had a good memory, and could easily recall those hilarious episodes.

Unable to distinguish the joy and anger in Voldemort's tone, Snape dared not allow himself any hesitation, and replied calmly and quickly: "Maybe when I was young, until I discovered that there was an insurmountable gap between us."

"I'm glad you're so lucid," Voldemort said with satisfaction. "So, if we catch her one day, are you sure you'll be able to kill her?"

"I can." Snape's voice was flat.

He was thankful that Voldemort allowed him to master the perfect Occlumency technique, and also thankful that the person who walked in front never looked back, otherwise his uncontrollable expression due to the great pain would reveal all his emotions.

he can not.

Snape sometimes wished that the poisoned apple in Muggle fairy tales really existed, so that Lily could carry his best thoughts about the world and sleep peacefully and sweetly.

Or there could be a tower that reaches up to the sky and locks her in so that she can only see the clear blue sky and the singing birds.

But he knew that even if that was the case, Lily would be awakened by the kiss of the person in her dream, and would jump off the tower recklessly for her ideal.

He couldn't have her, like, he couldn't have escaped the Death Eaters and betrayed Voldemort for her.

When he chooses the person he wants to follow, he has to give up the person he loves deeply.

Nineteen

Lily's wedding was not destroyed in the end, and the Order of the Phoenix released false news, which made the Death Eaters come to nothing. Voldemort was very dissatisfied, and gave Avery two Cruciatus as punishment for not doing things well.

Avery was overwhelmed by the pain, and howled without hesitation: "Master! Someone must have leaked the news! It's... Severus! He's always liked that Mudblood!"

Snape stared at Avery coldly, without making any excuses.

"Oh?" Voldemort seemed a little surprised, and walked slowly over, "You mean——Severus betrayed me for a Mudblood?"

"Yes, master, he's always been like this, when he was in school..." Avery didn't see the cold smile on Voldemort's face, and was still clamoring, trying to mitigate the punishment for himself.

Voldemort stepped on his face, grinding hard, growling: "Are you teasing me? Milton! In your opinion, I am someone you can fool at will?"

Avery screamed, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and begged indistinctly for mercy.

Those who had been watching the show were frightened by Voldemort's sudden rage, and lowered their heads shrunkenly.

Voldemort stomped a few more times, then kicked Avery against the wall, glancing darkly and grimly at the others.

"Who is my loyal subordinate and who is a vacillating villain, I know very clearly in my heart. Most of the time, I don't want to spend too much effort to expose your little thoughts, but—"

Voldemort said coldly: "No one should try to fool me!"

twenty

Snape felt the unbelievable gazes of many people betting on him

They all seemed to be looking him in the eye for the first time.

Why, they wondered, did the Dark Lord trust him so much, and - defend him?

Snape wasn't sure whether Voldemort's punishment of Avery was out of anger, or because he was displeased at being insulted.

Although the latter made him secretly happy, it also made him feel a little apprehensive.

He looked at himself, and couldn't find a reason why he could be trusted and protected by Voldemort.

Since joining the Death Eaters, Snape hasn't even been involved in a few confrontations with the Order of the Phoenix.

Voldemort felt that many of the Death Eaters were good at black magic, but he was the only one who was as proficient in potions as he was. Most of the tasks assigned to him were to brew some advanced and complicated potions.

When Snape applied to participate in the attack on the rebels, Voldemort also said mockingly: "No general dismounts and charges himself. You just need to stay where you should be."

"But..." Snape still had the spirit of a young man, "If I don't accumulate merit, I won't be able to convince the public."

"Convincing?" Voldemort laughed loudly as if hearing something ridiculous, "Severus, you don't need to do anything to convince anyone, I allow you to stand by my side, and they will know that you are theirs." People who can't be provoked."

Snape still couldn't understand Voldemort's intentions.

Voldemort saw what he was thinking, but he didn't explain much, just said lightly: "You just need to know that you are different from them."

"We chose different paths," Lily said.

Voldemort said: "You are different from them."

Snape closed his eyes, for a moment he couldn't tell which sentence touched him more.

prophecy

21

Time passed in the anxious confrontation between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, but Snape could already foresee the day when the Death Eaters would win.

People's hearts seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If you don't support the Order of the Phoenix, there will be no bad results, but if you don't support the Death Eaters, you may be retaliated and your family will be destroyed.

This is the reality, even if they don't agree with it in their hearts or are unwilling, they still have to speak up to express their position.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix are indeed idealists who are not afraid of death, but the most in the world are mediocre and weak submissives - they don't care who wins or loses, as long as they don't get hurt.

Voldemort was in a good mood recently. He learned that Slughorn was about to leave his post, and he smiled and said to Snape: "This cunning old bastard has found that the situation is starting to tip over to our side, and he is going to have a fight with Dumbledore right away." Lido has drawn a line."

Slughorn had always been skeptical and never easily stood in line, but Snape found that Voldemort's attitude towards him was quite tolerant, and he didn't care about his right and left.

"As a professor in my student days, he provided me with some great help." Voldemort explained meaningfully.

Voldemort also asked Snape to write a cover letter to Dumbledore. Snape thought it was meaningless. How could Dumbledore let a Death Eater enter Hogwarts and contact minors under his nose The little wizard?

"It doesn't matter, I just need such an excuse." Voldemort said casually, "Hogwarts is not Dumbledore's private property, if he repeatedly rejects excellent wizards-I think there should be no better potions master in England than you ——Going to teach in a school, but looking for some messy ghosts and goblins, I have reason to criticize him for controlling the school and using power for personal gain."

The war of public opinion in the newspapers is also part of their daily battles.

22

Snape, who was frankly and highly recognized by the powerful Dark Lord and rarely received approval from others, showed a little excitement and satisfaction on his face.

Voldemort also noticed his inadvertent childish joy, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

As the conversation grew stronger, Voldemort inadvertently mentioned that it was Dumbledore who picked him up to school when talking about the past at Hogwarts.

Snape was a little puzzled. Children from wizarding families should not need a Hogwarts professor to pick them up.

Voldemort paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled strangely. "It's not really a secret—I'm not a pure-blood wizard. I didn't even know I was a wizard until I received my acceptance letter."

Snape's expression was blank for a moment.

An organization that purifies blood and advocates pure blood as its slogan, but the leader is not a pure blood?This is probably as unbelievable as Dumbledore's private interest in studying the Dark Arts.

Moreover, if Voldemort is not a pure-blood, how can those pure-blood families with their eyes above the top be willing to obey him?

"Is this difficult to understand?" Voldemort snorted contemptuously, "If you know the history of the pure-blood families that still maintain their prominent status today, you will find that most of their so-called family backgrounds come from Muggles. — like the Malfoys. But that doesn't stop them from turning around and brushing it off, seeing Muggles as rats and bugs."

Snape was fascinated by Voldemort's words and listened carefully.

23

Voldemort stood up and paced the room slowly. Snape sat on the chair, looking up at him intently, his gaze following him.

"Do you think they really care about bloodlines and status? No, there is only one thing they care about—interests."

"They have no beliefs, no pursuits, and their blood is filled with insatiable greed for money and power."

Voldemort did not hide his disdain for those so-called loyal subordinates, "For people like them, as long as they are feared by force, pursued by interests, and corrupted by indulgence, they will do anything."

Snape listened and thought about it, and had to admit that the Death Eaters basically relied on these methods to absorb control.

"So, it doesn't matter to them whether I'm a half-blood or a pure-blood, as long as I can give them what they want, they don't care who I am. A descendant of Slytherin? This name is not as attractive to them as a Gold Gallon."

Voldemort, whose voice was getting higher and higher, suddenly turned to Snape, and pressed his hands on his shoulders, and there seemed to be magma surging in his crimson eyes as he leaned over.

"So, I don't trust them, not one of them—the only thing in this world worthy of my trust is power—the power of immortality!"

Voldemort's words are always full of demagogic power.

But Snape couldn't help being puzzled and disappointed while adoring him.

If Voldemort didn't trust anyone, what was it to him—to tell the truth like this?

Snape couldn't help but ask.

He saw Voldemort visibly startled.

"That's a good question." Voldemort pondered, and the hand on Snape's shoulder gradually tightened, digging into his flesh.

Snape frowned silently in pain.

Voldemort approached again, almost sticking to Snape's ear, and softly breathed out dark and deep words, "You—— are my kind."

He neither needs to give him trust, nor does he need to suspect that he will betray. They didn't need to rely on these illusory things to maintain their relationship before.

Because they were born in the same camp.

Voldemort was convinced that Snape had nowhere else to go but by his side.

24

Before Christmas, Snape went back to the house in Spinner's End.

He hadn't been back for a long time, and this time he came only to check if there was any damage or repair.

He didn't want to live here, but he didn't want to see the place abandoned either.

When the door was pushed open, there was a lot of dust, and just as Snape was about to clean it up, he found an envelope on the ground, which seemed to have been stuffed under the door.

His heart trembled.

He had put the Muggle Ignore Charm on the door to prevent tramps from breaking in, so the letter could only have come from a wizard.

But who would--

Snape froze suddenly.

He hastily picked up the envelope from the floor, forgetting to detect the jinx attached to it.

There was only one line written on the envelope: To Severus Snape.

It's Lily's word.

Snape carefully opened the envelope, slowly pulled out the letter paper from inside, and unfolded it bit by bit.

There are only a few sentences above.

I'm getting married and I thought I should inform you.

Although it is impossible for me to invite you, it is impossible for you to come.

But, for those beautiful memories in the past, I hope you can know that I am very happy.

I wish you happiness.

Snape sat in a dark room all day.

Sadness is Ling Chi's blade, but joy is not a good medicine for healing. Instead, it is the salt rubbed on the wound, making him want to curl up into a ball in pain.

He thought that he was the only one who regarded that memory residue as a treasure, but he didn't expect that the other person didn't abandon it as well.

It's just that he would rather she be ruthless and not leave him with any delusional thoughts.

25

Leaving Spider's End, Snape went to Hogsmeade in a daze.

Because of Tobias, he hates alcohol.

But on this wet and cold night, he desperately wanted to get drunk, to pay homage to the irretrievable past.

Unexpectedly, he saw Dumbledore in the crowd.

Those pretentious melancholy subsided instantly, and the sharpness and vigilance that belonged to Death Eaters brought Snape back to his senses.

He put on the cloak and hood to hide his figure. When he saw Dumbledore entering the Pig's Head Bar, he swayed closer as if he was wandering around, and followed him up to the second floor of the bar.

The price of the Pig's Head Bar was cheap, the environment was dirty and messy, there were all kinds of people coming in and out, fish and dragons mixed together, and Snape's wandering didn't attract anyone's attention.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have any important things here, and he didn't guard against others' prying eyes at all.

Snape eavesdropped outside the room door for a while, seeing that Dumbledore was just perfunctorily dealing with a naughty woman who applied for a divination class, he also lost interest.

Just as Snape was about to leave, the bartender upstairs noticed his eavesdropping, grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving, and opened the door of Dumbledore's room.

Dumbledore looked at Snape, disgust and impatience flashed in his eyes behind the glasses.

"What, Mr. Snape, do you want to have an interview with me here too?" he sarcastically said.

Snape was a little panicked, but still not to be outdone, he shot back: "Maybe? After all, I think I'm more of a normal wizard than this woman."

Dumbledore was in no mood for a verbal argument with Snape.

Although Snape had a special status within the Death Eaters, no one dared to underestimate him, but he rarely showed up to the outside world, and his sense of presence was not high. Dumbledore felt that he was insignificant and not worth fighting here because of him.

He waved to the waiter to throw Snape out.

Just before the door of the room was closed, the terrified woman's face suddenly changed drastically.Her eyes were lost and her expression was blank, as if she had become an empty shell without thought.

The waiter closed the door, blocking Snape's suspicious gaze, and he could only hear a harsh and hoarse voice faintly wafting from inside.

"The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord draws near... Born to the family that resisted her three times, born at the end of July..."

The word "Dark Lord" caught Snape's attention, and he wanted to stall to continue listening to the following words, but he was rudely pushed out by the waiter.

Snape, who had a quick mind, quickly analyzed what he heard, and suddenly realized that this was extremely important and urgent news. If Dumbledore in the bar reacted and chased him out, it would be difficult for him to leave safely.

So he didn't stay any longer, and immediately used Apparition to go to Voldemort's manor.

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26

After hearing Snape's hasty report, Voldemort was silent for a long time.

He leaned back in the large high-backed chair, lowered his head thoughtfully, and the light fell from above his head, casting a shadow on half of his face.

Snape didn't pay much attention to these specious sleep talk at first, after all, the woman looked like a gypsy witch bluffing in the Muggle society, and what she said was more likely to get a professorship in divination.

But Voldemort's never-before-seen cautious attitude made him worry too.

"Severus," after a long silence, Voldemort slowly broke the stagnant atmosphere, "I think you should know Grindelwald?"

"Yes, Master?" Snape asked.

Gellert Grindelwald, the "Dark Lord" more than 50 years ago, promoted a similar proposition to Voldemort, which caused a bloodbath throughout Europe—except Britain—and even the Americas.

But he was defeated by Dumbledore in a duel.

Voldemort didn't look at Snape. He was lost in his own thoughts, muttering to himself, "He's a very capable Dark wizard, even possessing the power of prophecy that should have been passed down through blood. Not long after I was born , he made a prophecy that shocked wizards all over the world."

A notorious Dark wizard wasn't described in detail in school textbooks, so Snape didn't know anything about it.

But he realized from Voldemort's tone that the content of this prophecy was anything but ordinary.

"He predicted a war more than ten years later." Voldemort's voice was as deep as a thick fog, "It was a super war that swept the entire world. Severus, you who were not born at that time could hardly imagine, How many people died in this war? In the UK alone, more than 20 soldiers died on the battlefield—not counting the civilians who died under air strikes. Among them, thousands of wizards were implicated in their death .”

Snape was horrified.

Voldemort thought for a while again speechlessly, as if immersed in some unpleasant memory, which made his already blurred face even more ferocious.

"Grindelwald made a prophecy. He wanted to prevent this war from happening—of course not for Muggles. He wanted to prevent the precious lives of wizards from being wasted. Unfortunately, too few people understand and believe him gone."

Voldemort moved, he shifted his position and folded his arms across his chest, which made him look anxious.

His pair of blood pupils were cloudy, but his tone was deliberately relaxed, "Grindelwald's prophecy has finally been perfectly verified, which is enough to prove that his prophecy ability is not fabricated and exaggerated."

27

Snape couldn't be sure if this was an illusion, maybe his mind was overly shaken during the day, or maybe the night was too humid and cold, making his mind sticky and muddy.

He had a faint feeling that behind Voldemort's deep fear, there seemed to be a trace of...fear that was accidentally leaked.

The great, proud, and disdainful Dark Lord has something to fear?

This strikes Snape as ridiculous.

But as if he lost his mind, he was pulled and pushed by invisible hands, and walked slowly to Voldemort.He knelt down at Voldemort's feet, took a corner of his robe and pressed it to his lips.

"Master, please don't worry." Snape looked up at Voldemort and said softly, "Any enemy that might hinder your progress and shade your glory, I will eradicate for you."

Voldemort lowered his eyes, meeting those eyes that were as dark as the rainy night outside the window, but with dark tides.

Snape did not use Occlumency to protect himself at this time, nor did Voldemort use Legilimency to probe the truth of his words.

They just looked at each other calmly, profoundly, and long.

Two similar yet different souls briefly touched each other when their eyes met.

Like two swimming fish passing each other in the vast ocean.

Voldemort laughed abruptly, his voice returning to that lazy, careless tone.

"Your loyalty is commendable, but you should also consider whether your ability can match your bold words."

Snape withdrew his hand in a little embarrassment, and wanted to get up and back, but Voldemort said unhurriedly, "Based on what I know about you, this should happen sooner or later."

Snape pursed his lower lip slightly, "Yes, Master."

28

After learning of the prophecy, Voldemort was very calm and did not immediately mobilize the Death Eaters to collect information.

There is still more than half a year before the "end of July" in the prophecy, revealing the news now will only cause uneasiness and turmoil among the Death Eaters.

As Voldemort said, he had no trust in his subordinates at all, and he didn't think they would rest easy after learning of the prophecy.

When the time entered July, Voldemort ordered a few more useful Death Eaters to find out which witches were about to give birth.

This task made them puzzled, and some even wondered if Voldemort was looking for his lost illegitimate son, which annoyed Bella greatly.

Lucius secretly found Snape and wanted to get some information from him - but he didn't expect much, Snape's strict mouth was also famous among the Death Eaters, no one could find out about the Dark Lord from him. personal affairs and ideas.

Sure enough, Snape was the usual one-"I don't know."

Lucius suppressed his displeasure and smiled and said, "Don't be like this, Severus, I thought we were friends after getting along for so long."

Snape glanced at him, and asked nonchalantly, "I heard that your son was just born?"

Lucius raised his guard immediately, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"How's your magic talent?"

"Very well," said Lucius, rather smugly, "he can adjust the swaddle around him more comfortably."

Snape nodded, "Seven is a magical number. Master just wants to know whether those little wizards born in July will have more outstanding abilities."

This reason is very credible, Lucius patted Snape on the shoulder with satisfaction when he saw Snape's calm expression, "Thank you for your kindness, my friend."

Snape looked at the back of Lucius leaving briskly, and sneered.

friend?Funny words.

Relatives have never cared for him, lovers have not attached to him, and those who call themselves friends will not treat him sincerely.

His path has always been his alone.

But now he doesn't feel lonely or lost, because in front of him, someone has left a guiding footprint for him.

29

On the last day of July, dark clouds piled up in the sky and pressed down heavily, as if a rainstorm was brewing, and the heat was so sultry that it made people upset.

Snape was restless all day, missed the potion several times and made frequent mistakes when brewing the potion.In the end, he cleaned everything up in annoyance, and sat at the table in a daze.

He didn't know what he was worrying about.

He just had a very ominous premonition inexplicably.

At midnight, Snape was summoned by Voldemort. He rushed to the study and saw Voldemort meditating with a few parchments.

"There's news from St. Mungo." Voldemort handed the parchment to Snape. "There are two children born today."

Snape was slightly surprised, he glanced at the two names on the parchment.

Neville Longbottom.

Harry James Potter.

Snape's mind froze for a moment. He hoped he was dazzled. He stared at the second name, letter by letter, and spelled it again.

Harry James Potter.

James Potter's child.

—Lily's child.

Voldemort misunderstood Snape's shock, "I was surprised too, but if you got another piece of information, you might be as confused as I am."

Snape looked up blankly, and said dryly, "What... what?"

"Longbottom and Potter, the fathers of the two boys, have both survived our attacks - three times."

Snape lowered his head again, as if he wanted to study those two names carefully.

In fact, he just wanted to hide his completely bloodless face.

He restrained his voice from trembling, "But... I don't understand... There should be only one person indicated in the prophecy."

Voldemort's full attention was on his own thinking, and he didn't notice Snape's strangeness.

He half closed his eyes, tapping his fingers on the table faster and faster.

"I once read a book that said, 'There are two earthen vases on the floor of God, and in the vases are gifts from him, one pretends to be a disaster, the other pretends to be a blessing'... When a person is faced with two When choosing, it is likely that one is 'immortal honor' and the other is 'going home to enjoy the rest of life'..."

Voldemort reached his own conclusion in his own words. He opened his eyes and said firmly: "This is the real intention of this prophecy. It is a test for me to make the right choice... Yes, any creation A great man in history should face the little embarrassment that fate made for him."

"So..." Snape asked hopefully, "Which one should it be?"

Voldemort's eyes fell on the parchment in Snape's hand, as if he saw two diametrically opposed paths through it.

thirty

Voldemort chose the Potter children in the end.

He thought that the half-blood Potter was more in line with the prophecy's allusion than the pure-blood Longbottom.

"For ordinary people, mixed blood is their original sin, but for extraordinary people like us, the blemishes in blood are a kind of shackles that must be broken off—fate has always liked to play this kind of little trick, hasn't it?"

Voldemort is confident in the conclusions he has reached through careful thinking, and proud of himself for seeing through the childish tricks of fate.

Hearing the verdict, Snape instantly felt as if the ice lake was submerged, and his heart was filled with biting cold.

He didn't try in vain to persuade Voldemort to change his mind, and he didn't worry about whether it was a Potter child. His brain was running wildly, thinking desperately how to save Lily's life from Voldemort.

Voldemort finally noticed his hesitation, "What's the matter, Severus, you seem to have something to say?"

Snape knelt on the ground and begged, "Master, the child's mother...is not within the scope of the prophecy. I beg you to spare her life."

There was a moment of dead silence in the room.

Voldemort was not as angry as Snape had feared, but he found that there was a terrible expression on Voldemort's face that was more cruel than anger.

Almost like hate.

"I even want to doubt my ears. You are begging me...to let someone who might hurt me?" After taking the oath, I was a little moved..."

The sharp knife of guilt pierced Snape's heart, and he defended palely: "No, master, I just don't think the existence of that woman matters..."

Voldemort smiled coldly, "I think she means a lot to you—you're even willing to humbly beg me for her, to lower that proud head that must always be held high in front of me!"

"Owner……"

"Enough!" growled Voldemort, raising his wand.

Cruciatus hit Snape, and he lay on the ground clutching the clothes on his chest, the severe pain he had never felt raged and collided in his body, making him groan and cry out in pain uncontrollably.

Among the Death Eaters, Snape was the only one who was never taught by Voldemort with any jinxes.

—Before today.

Voldemort looked at Snape who was trembling on the ground expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "Maybe I really indulged you too much, which made you lose your humility and dare to make bold demands on me."

Snape forced his head up and opened his mouth to speak, but found that no sound could come out of his mouth.

"Get out, and don't come to see me until I am willing to accept your confession," said Voldemort in disgust.

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31

Snape suspected that Voldemort had given him Cruciatus as a continuing curse.

Because after that night, he was almost always in pain like his internal organs being mutilated.

The determination to save Lily and the unwillingness to disobey the Dark Lord tore through his body, making him like a fish thrown into a frying pan and still struggling to survive.

According to Lucius, Voldemort led a few people to attack Potter and the Longbottom family the next day, but Dumbledore was prepared and moved them away in advance.

He ordered all the Death Eaters to stop everything else, to find the two children, even if they were digging every inch of the wizarding world.

He did not reveal which one he chose, trying to interfere with Dumbledore's judgment and make him omit.

Snape was ruled out.

Seeing that the Dark Lord hadn't summoned him for a long time, and he looked devastated, many people guessed that he had offended the Dark Lord, and gloated at his misfortune.

But no one is going to be a provocative early bird.

To offend the Dark Lord, but to be left in the cold without any other torture is enough to show that Snape has a special place in the heart of the Dark Lord.

With the lessons learned by Avery, they at least have to wait and see the development of the situation for a period of time before deciding whether to add insult to injury.

Snape didn't care about the pairs of eyes peeping in the dark, and the anxiety in his heart almost burned all his sanity.

Lily's life is now like a candle in the wind, as long as Voldemort finds out their whereabouts, there is no possibility of her surviving.

What led to this result was the prophecy he overheard.

He couldn't accept it.

But he doesn't regret it either.

Had he not heard the prophecy, Voldemort would have faced an enemy who would have defeated him without knowing it.

This is something he also cannot accept.

Snape tried to find a solution that was the best of both worlds.Then, as if by the hand of the devil, a most terrible idea was thrust into his mind.

Who else in this world has the ability to save a person from the Dark Lord?

Dumbledore.

Even though there was no one else around, Snape immediately cast Occlumency in horror, lest the unforgivable thought escape from his consciousness.