[hp] Believer

,shout loudly.

Layers of cold sweat wet the back of his clothes, and he had to hug his arms to keep himself from shaking too much.

How dare - how dare I betray the Dark Lord?

No, I'm not betraying, I'm just... going to serve as a reminder that no harm will be done to the Dark Lord.

What if Dumbledore got the news and hid the brat airtight, training him to be an enemy of the Dark Lord?

The Dark Lord cannot be defeated by anyone!

Snape suddenly calmed down.

There is no extra time for him to hesitate, he has already made his decision.

For Lily, for the person who gave him a moment of warmth in the endless cold night, he was willing to do things that even he despised.If this will bury hidden dangers for the person he follows, then he will decide to use his life to resist the sharp edge that stabs at that person.

32

After hanging Snape out for more than half a month, Voldemort finally allowed him to step into the study.

They had had countless pleasant conversations and visions for the future here. Every time Snape entered here before, his mood was full of joy and anticipation.

But this time, there was only bitterness in his heart.

Voldemort stood in front of the window, like a thick cloud, blocking all sunlight from the window.

Snape stood ten paces away, hands down, wordless.

Voldemort turned his back to him and didn't look back.

After a long silence, Voldemort's cold voice broke the deadlock.

"Severus, do you have anything to say?"

Snape bowed his head deeply, and sincerely repented: "Master, I feel extremely regretful and guilty for my previous gaffe, I shouldn't ignore those potential dangers and make excessive demands because of your strength, please The master punished me, and I have no complaints."

He wished Voldemort would throw a dozen Cruciatus Curses at this time, so that he wouldn't be consumed by overwhelming guilt.

He had already revealed Voldemort's true intentions to Dumbledore.

No matter what hypocrisy is used to explain and make up for it, it cannot change the fact that his behavior has betrayed Voldemort.

He is a vile, shameful, insidious traitor.

But Voldemort just snorted inexplicably.

He turned, allowing Snape to look up into his eyes for a moment.

Knowing that Voldemort was using Legilimency, Snape calmly let go of his mind and let him examine it.

——He had fabricated false memories in advance.

Satisfied with Snape's timely repentance, Voldemort softened his voice.

"I've thought about it for a long time, Severus. Everyone makes mistakes. When I was young and ignorant, I had foolish expectations. So, I shouldn't judge you. A momentary difference is understandable and okay Forgive me. Especially for you, I would like to be more tolerant."

Snape didn't know what held him back from being overwhelmed by the words.

For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​"forget it, give up".

But maybe it was because he had rehearsed it in his mind too many times in the past few days, and he instinctively showed a grateful expression mechanically.

He said joyfully, "Thank you for your kindness, master."

"But, there's no next time, Severus." Voldemort warned in a cold voice again, "I've never had such a disgusting thing as kindness, don't let me down again."

"Yes, Master."

There will be no next time.Snape told himself silently in his heart.

33

However, Snape had received a letter from Dumbledore, delivered by owl aboveboard.

The letter stated formulaically that his previous job application had been approved, and he could go to Hogwarts to be a professor of Potions in the upcoming new semester.

Snape was startled and angry.

Dumbledore didn't want to leave him any retreat.

There was nothing Snape could do to hide it, and it would be even harder for Dumbledore to explain it.

He handed the letter to Voldemort, perfectly bewildered.

"Master, what does this mean, Dumbledore?"

Voldemort didn't think about the possibility of Snape and Dumbledore being involved at all, and stretched dozens of circles in the direction of various conspiracies before he sneered and said, "He must be trying to find out from you which one I chose. And if you don't go, boy, there's no reason for us to apply for a Hogwarts position - worthy of Dumbledore."

Dumbledore really knew Voldemort's character clearly, so he dared to send this letter without fear of arousing his suspicion.

"Then..." Snape hoped that Voldemort would tell him to decline this invitation with hidden traps, but he knew very well about Voldemort's behavior, and he would not refuse.

Sure enough, Voldemort's eyes showed the anger of being provoked.

"Promise him." He said coldly, "I want to see who the final winner is."

Snape seemed to hear a deep sigh in the void.

He suddenly realized that maybe when he took that step, the road under his feet could only go in the established direction.

He couldn't back down any further.

34

Snape went to Hogwarts with Voldemort's order to monitor Dumbledore nearby.

When he returned to the castle that had taken him in for seven years, he couldn't say that he missed it, but he was more disappointed.

He didn't know whether he had lost more or gained more in this school.

Or maybe he never got anything, and the world kept exploiting him, leaving him with only a lonely and hesitant heart.

Snape knew that Dumbledore didn't trust him, and the seven grades in a week left him with little time to investigate other things, so when reporting to Voldemort, he could only say when Dumbledore was at school and what It's just a matter of time disappearing.

Voldemort also didn't expect Snape to really catch any clues from Dumbledore, and instead asked him to develop some fresh blood suitable for absorbing Death Eaters in the school.

Time passed slowly, and Snape, who had left the Death Eaters' activities, could only learn of some attacks on the two families after the fact, but there was no danger all the time.

The long-term defeat continued to wear down Voldemort's patience, making him more and more irritable and cruel.

For a while, even the Death Eaters were panicked.

Snape suspected that this was Dumbledore's plan, and he tried to persuade Voldemort gently, but Voldemort's grip on his wand at that time made him think that he was about to bear a curse of anger.

However, Voldemort finally let go.

He showed an evil and cruel smile, and said viciously: "Does Dumbledore think he is exhaustive? No, his greatest weakness is always having unrealistic illusions about human nature. I will let him know at this point." Eat a big pain."

35

Voldemort had caught a filthy rat around the couple long ago.

It's just that the mouse was too timid and useless to provide really useful information.

But he is not in a hurry, the fear of death and the desire for fame will make the mouse go all out to make ends meet.

He has seen too many people like this.

While he was traveling, the whole world was in a mess, full of blood, famine, disease, and death.

He saw the man who smashed someone's head with a brick for a piece of moldy bread, saw the man who was robbed of money and clothing for trying to help someone.I saw those who came forward were framed, and those who ran with shouts were shot.

Those who died were those who still had good intentions towards this world, and those who survived were those villains who saw the reality clearly and abandoned those useless and weak people.

Sure enough, on Halloween, the mouse sneaked by with a wonderful message.

The stupid Potters replaced the Keeper with him, and he immediately offered the position of the Potters as a bargaining chip to the Dark Lord.

Voldemort almost wanted to laugh out loud.

He wanted to rush up to Dumbledore and laugh at him to his heart's content - is this what you call "love"?

But Voldemort felt it was more ironic to bring the loot.

He walked briskly alone in the dark alley leading to Potter's house - he didn't take anyone with him, and he didn't think the family of three could survive his surprise attack.

He even had time to consider Snape's request.

In fact, as Snape said, he didn't take a woman's life seriously. What he was displeased with was that Snape still had that kind of weak emotion.

He carves him so meticulously, spends all his time cultivating him, and even invests his little bit of patience and tolerance in him, but he still hasn't separated from his past self.

While Voldemort was annoyed, he also developed a subtle sense of disgust at having his belongings touched by others.

Fortunately, Snape finally came to his senses, otherwise, what he wanted to monopolize, he would rather destroy than allow it to be polluted.

Voldemort watched the warm scene inside the house from the window of Potter's house for a while, and walked in quietly with the pleasure of being about to complete the destruction and destruction.

After tonight, he will be no longer a threat.

killing intent

36

Snape fell into a nightmare from which he never seemed to wake.

In a single night, he lost his love and faith at the same time, ruined the past and the future, and completely became a displaced person, an exiled apostate.

He wondered if he was already dead, and what he was in now was not a human world, but a cruel purgatory.

He is indeed determined to die.

It's not that he is brave enough to die, but that he is cowardly and unable to face the devastation and accept such a tragic ending.He had never realized so deeply that being alive turned out to be a torture beyond pain.

The galaxy is already cold, and there is no longer his ideal in the world, and he can't find any reason and meaning to continue to exist.

Until Dumbledore said: "Lily's child is still alive."

"He has Lily's eyes."

"The Dark Lord will come back, you have to protect him."

In a word, it brings hope and despair at the same time.

The Dark Lord is alive and he will come back.

He wanted to protect the child Lily desperately protected, and continue to stand on the opposite side of the Dark Lord.

Snape discovered that he was not standing at the bottom of purgatory, he was still falling, and there would be no end to it.

37

Snape didn't tell Dumbledore that the Dark Mark on his arm, which had faded, would occasionally tingle and heat slightly.

Because this feeling only appeared when he woke up in the middle of the night, but when he eagerly put his palm on the mark to pursue it, he could only feel the indifference of nothingness.

He asked Lucius cryptically, and when he shook his head with taboo, he thought it was just an illusion caused by dreaming about the Dark Lord.

Snape rarely dreamed of Lily, but Voldemort appeared frequently in his dreams.

In the dream, they were still sitting in the study, or teaching, or chatting.

Voldemort was not sitting upright as he was facing the Death Eaters, but slumped in the armchair with his elbows resting on the armrests, and looked at him sideways with his face propped up. Although his face was a bit scary, there were blood-red eyes. It was a smile that couldn't be more soothing.

"Severus, I heard you and Bella had an argument?"

Snape didn't realize it was a dream - or he didn't want to.

He said quietly, "No, my lord. I don't quarrel with a vexatious shrew. It would make me look as stupid as she is."

Voldemort laughed, "Don't ask too much of women, they have a pretty face is enough."

Snape was noncommittal.

Voldemort stopped laughing, looking at him with an elusive look in his eyes.

"Do you know why Bella is bothering you?"

"Is this something I need to know?"

"Although it is indeed a ridiculous reason, but I don't know why, it seems to have become a fact recognized by the Death Eaters?" Voldemort said meaningfully.

Snape wasn't dull, he knew what Voldemort was referring to.

He was a little embarrassed when he was teased, a little sullen when he was offended, and a little embarrassing and embarrassing that he couldn't explain clearly, and a little blood appeared on his pale face.

He said bluntly: "If they had put their minds more on the business, instead of gathering together and gossiping like gossips, the Order of the Phoenix might have been defeated by us long ago."

As if Snape's amusing reaction pleased Voldemort, he laughed high-pitched again.

"Severus, you are purer than a virgin." Voldemort laughed a little too much, "No one will believe that you are a Death Eater like you are."

"Master!" Snape yelled protestingly—the tone was disrespectful, but neither of them realized it at the time.

38

Snape didn't want to have such a relaxing dream, it would make him want to indulge in the dream, unwilling to wake up and face the cruel reality.

Fortunately, this kind of stolen joy is only for a short moment.

After finishing the walking dead during the day, the nightmare every night is the shackles he can't break free from.

"Severus, you're an executioner!" Lily cried accusingly.

"Severus, you disgusting traitor!" Voldemort growled in hatred.

Snape remained silent, letting the insults and curses echo in his ears all night long.

Sometimes, he also dreamed that he was in an impenetrable darkness that enveloped him, and he could faintly smell foul blood, dirty mud and rotting corpses.

From far away, came Voldemort's ethereal voice like the hiss of a snake.

"I...will never...succumb to...death..."

"No one... can beat me..."

"Severus... find me..."

Usually when having this dream, the Dark Mark would burn slightly, and Snape would wake up in a cold sweat.

Then sit in bed until dawn.

When he couldn't sit still, he would climb up to the astronomy tower and look at the dim stars in the sky, unrealistically trying to see his own destiny from inside.

However, he could only see them falling into the sea of ​​clouds one by one.

Snape stood by the tower, where Voldemort had stood for a long time, quietly looking in the direction he had been gazing, guessing his mood at that time.

Then, leaping from the tower as he did, he fell into the mouth of the abyss along the track he had glided.

39

After 12 years, the Dark Mark began to gradually darken in color, and the pain became more and more frequent.

As Voldemort said, this kind of pain does not act on the body, but directly scratches the soul with a knife. Even if the most powerful water of life and death is used, it will make people want to gouge out the flesh and break the bones.

But at this moment Snape was able to gaze calmly at the scorched black mark, guessing Voldemort's current situation and mood based on the intensity and duration of the pain.

He took comfort in the little connection they had left.

Time is the best sharpening stone.

After more than 4000 long days and nights, his bloody heart has long since scabbed and callused. Even when he saw those familiar green eyes showing resentment and disgust at him, he could still sneer indifferently and meanly.

He even began to enjoy the feeling of being jealous, misunderstood, and hostile.

He doesn't need any kindness.

Because the kindness bestowed on him has no good results without exception.

When the Dark Mark finally released the summoning signal, Snape felt a sense of relief that a boulder had fallen.

He carefully savored the slight soul pull in the severe pain, and after listening to the various excuses perfectly fabricated by Dumbledore based on Voldemort's character, he went to meet his former master with a kind of calmness as if he was going to die. .

forty

Voldemort's face was even more distorted than before.

He was as pale as a skeleton crawling out of a tomb, and his cat-like blood pupils were burning with icy venomous fire.

"Look who it is." He looked at Snape, his face no longer had that slightly intimate and casual look of indifference, as indifferent as looking at a small stone under his feet.

He said softly, "Severus, I thought you wouldn't dare to appear in front of me again."

Snape knelt down and kissed Voldemort's robe corner in silence, and said in a low voice, "Master, my loyalty to you has never changed."

He told how he pretended to defect in order to gain Dumbledore's trust, and why he had always protected Voldemort's sworn enemy for the past two years, with every reason and detail intact.

Voldemort looked at him coldly all the while.

After Snape finished speaking, bowed his head and fell into silence, Voldemort sighed lightly.

"Severus, have you ever heard a Muggle fable?" He said slowly, "The fisherman caught a bottle in his net, and when he opened it, an evil spirit appeared in it. The evil spirit said that after being locked in In the first century, he promised whoever saved him, he would reward him and fulfill all his wishes. In the second century, he thought that whoever saved him, he would give gold and silver treasures to those countless people. In the third century, he was willing to give the person who saved him a decent life. But in the fourth century, he swore that whoever saved him, he would—”

Voldemort cursed and said viciously: "Kill who."

He lifted Snape's chin with the tip of his toe, and carefully observed Snape's exhausted and vicissitudes-brushed face, showing a little satisfaction.

"It seems that you really haven't had a good life these years, you are not as pampered as Lucius, but—" Voldemort put his foot on Snape's chest, kicked him away, and looked at him indifferently Enduring the pain and coughing, he crawled back to his feet.

"Compared to me, who is so weak that I am not even as good as a wandering soul, and I was hiding in the forest and hovering between life and death, your life can still be considered happy."

Voldemort bent down, and gently wiped the blood at the corner of Snape's mouth with his slender and cold fingers, then brought it to his own mouth and licked it slowly, showing an expression of enjoyment.

He closed his eyes and sighed: "I told you that I don't trust any of those vassals, so I didn't really expect them to help me when I was in trouble. But, you—Sev Les—only you, I have said your name over and over again, honestly, ridiculously, believed, and hoped that you would show up and rescue me from the predicament."

"Yet you didn't."

Voldemort opened his eyes, and the giant snake that had been curled up behind him seemed to have sensed his emotions, raised its huge head, and locked Snape with its bright yellow eyes, showing its murderous intent.

"I want to kill you." Voldemort, who turned into a ghost, said coldly.

Sacrifice

41

Facing the threat of the giant snake, Snape neither showed panic nor gave up his self-respect to plead.

He is always like this, even if he lowers his head, his back is straight.

Voldemort looked at him, feeling for a moment that he seemed to be overwhelmed by immense grief, but on closer inspection, he just stood there expressionless, with tiredness in his brows and eyes.

He looks much older.

In the Albanian jungle, Voldemort possessed snakes to eat mice and wolves to drink blood. Every time the possessed animal died, he seemed to feel the emptiness of life gradually disappearing.

He was terrified.

It was like being in an orphanage, and he was as terrified when he saw the children around him dying silently one by one due to hunger and disease.

For more than ten years, the fear like bone-eating maggots has been threatening and tormenting him day and night. Several times he really felt hopeless, thinking that he was about to disappear into the mud like a rotten fruit In the stinking ground.

He also fell into collapse more than once, screaming and screaming like a ghost, venting his anger and resentment.

When he finally walked out of the dense forest with his frail body, he thought that a hundred years had passed in the world.

Looking at Snape now, Voldemort had the illusion again.

Bitterness and pain seemed to be condensed between the furrowed brows and the lines on the drooping corners of the lips, as if a hundred years had really whizzed past him, leaving a mark of misfortune.

The name of Severus, Voldemort chewed it to the point of erosion in the forest.

The same kind he thought of, the partner he had secretly recognized, he even thought about sharing the glory after victory with him—the pair of eyes that always looked at him earnestly and enthusiastically deserved this glory.

He regarded it as a windfall gift, secretly wanting to collect it.He also firmly believes that he has a high status and special meaning in his heart, and he is very proud of it.

He was wrong.

In this world, he has no peers, no partners, only himself.

Seeing Snape protecting the boy in the back of Quirrell's mind, Voldemort made up his mind to make him taste the price of deceit and betrayal deeply.

So—why not do it?

Voldemort looked into those dark eyes, once filled with radiance, but now they became a swamp of lifelessness, swallowing everything that fell on it, and blocking what was buried below.

hold on.

He is still useful.

Voldemort let go of his wand, and said to himself.

42

Are you going to kill him?

Voldemort was still thinking about it as he stood alone in the Shrieking Shack, waiting for Snape to appear.

Snape's usefulness seemed to have been squeezed out, Dumbledore was dead, victory was at hand, Hogwarts no longer needed such an insider, and his men were not short of talents.

The most important thing is that the Elder Wand recognizes Snape as master and cannot be controlled by him.

— there seemed to be no reason not to kill Snape.

Voldemort's thinking was clear.

Thus, doubts arose spontaneously.

Obviously the conclusion is so clear, what is going on with his hesitant, hesitant, and muddled mood?

He suddenly remembered that at the very beginning, he had wanted to kill Snape, but because of a little interest and a little reluctance, he let it go until today.

Is he still reluctant?

Voldemort was almost sick to his stomach at the thought.

There shouldn't be something in this world that he can't let go of.

And if there was—it would be even more damning.

Chasing away the emotions that he shunned like a beast, Voldemort turned to look at Snape, who was slowly walking in.

He seemed to have a premonition of what he was about to encounter, with a gloomy expression but no sadness, and even his dry excuse seemed to be perfunctory.

Voldemort felt that he was almost eager to kill.

He could not understand, nor would he allow himself to understand.

At least--

thought Voldemort before giving Nagini his order.

He will remember him.

Severus Snape.

43

Snape opened his eyes to see snowflakes falling continuously.

He immediately realized that it was not real snow, because the flakes that fell on his face were neither cold nor melted into water, but disappeared as if they had fallen into water.

He was lying on a piece of soft grass, naked all over his body. He didn't want to do this, and immediately, a well-fitting and comfortable robe appeared on him.

After only being absent-minded for a moment, Snape understood.

He is dead.

He stood up slowly and looked around.

It was supposed to be night, but Snape could clearly see what was around him without any light source.

Next to it was a pitch-black lake, which he recognized as Hogwarts' Black Lake even though it wasn't flowing.

He was standing on the edge of the pier where the first-year freshmen came down from the small boat. In the distance was the high castle, and the bright lights in the darkness attracted people with nowhere to go.

But he didn't choose to go there, because there were faint and painful cries intermittently ringing out of sight, as if crying for help.

Such cries came from different directions, so he didn't know where to start looking.

There was a faint pulling sensation on the arm, as if a thin spider thread was gently pulling.

Snape pulled up his sleeves, the top was white, the place where there should have been a black mark was already as clean as a newborn baby, but the feeling of being involved still really existed.

He decided to follow that guide to search, and sure enough, he soon found a glowing red baby that looked like a skinned baby in a bush.

He was struggling and panting, and seemed to be in great pain, Snape's heart tightened uncomfortably, and he couldn't help but want to hug him and comfort him.

44

"You can't help it." Dumbledore suddenly and naturally appeared behind Snape.

Snape wasn't surprised, but instead stared intently at the baby because of his words.

"So... he is indeed the Dark Lord?" He pressed his arm, already making a decision in his mind.

"A part of him, to be precise." Dumbledore said with a sigh. "He made seven Horcruxes, and his soul, including himself, was broken into eight parts. An incomplete soul, is there no way to salvation and peace."

Snape was silent for a while, but still bent down to hold the crying baby in his arms.

But when he touched him, Snape felt needle-like pain all over his body, and it seemed that the pain that had affected the baby spread to him.

"You can't help it." Dumbledore persuaded again, "Put it down, it should also pay for the crimes it committed."

Perhaps Dumbledore should have done as he said.

He is dead, he has obtained the long-awaited relief, he should no longer torture himself for those unclear right and wrong.

Snape looked up at the castle on the top of the hill, knowing that if he walked up, he could cut off all the entanglements that troubled him.

But he also knew that he couldn't do it.

"What if..." Snape said softly, "I'll pay for him?"

Dumbledore seemed to be shocked, but then sighed softly as if he knew it, with a bit of pity in his tone, "Severus, you should forgive yourself more than save it."

But Snape felt that the two were equivalent.

He has already repaid what he owed Lili with his life, and the only thing left is his soul.

And his soul was sworn to belong to Voldemort.

Sacrificing one's soul for one's belief seems to be the most suitable ending for believers.

Snape looked down at the quiet baby in his arms, and calmly walked to other places where the crying sound came from.

45

Voldemort—or Tom Riddle, awakened by the Black Lake.

He regained his complete appearance, sound body, and clear mind. He stood on the lawn as if he had been reborn, and quickly recalled everything he had experienced.

He still couldn't accept his own death, but he now understood what was wrong with him.

The split of the soul affected his judgment. Starting from the diary, he began to move toward arrogance, conceit, paranoia, madness, and was doomed to failure.

Just a wrong choice.he thought unwillingly.

"I didn't expect you to appear here too." Dumbledore's voice sounded, and he had been standing here without leaving. "Does this mean anything to you?"

Riddle gave Dumbledore an annoyed look, not really wanting to talk to him, but he asked anyway, "Us?"

"Severus," Riddle felt that Dumbledore looked at him meaningfully, "I asked him where this is, but he didn't tell me."

Everyone wants to go back to a different place after death, which represents the most important and deepest scene in their hearts.

where?

It was the place where he got off the boat and walked towards Hogwarts for the first time.

Riddle often looks up here from the Astronomy Tower, and he feels that this small step has changed his life.

He looked around, "What about him?"

Although he killed him with his own hands, Riddle felt that Snape, who had betrayed him, was more pleasing to the eye than Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't answer, but looked at him with that complicated, compassionate look.

Riddle felt that even if he didn't make Horcruxes, he would go crazy if he was often looked at by Dumbledore in such a disgusting way.

"Think about it," said Dumbledore softly, "do you really not remember?"

Riddle was startled, and began to recall slowly.

He didn't appear here directly.

Every time his Horcrux died, he would enter here to undergo endless torture, like being frozen and then thrown into the flames to be roasted, beaten and then repeatedly ground, pieced together and broken into pieces.

Those pains were independent and echoed each other on the horcrux, which gave him the idea that life would be worse than death for the first time in his daze, and he wanted to erase his own existence.

But not long ago, the pain began to ease, and the scattered thoughts gradually gathered together. It was as if he was immersed in warm water, and his wrinkled soul was smoothed away bit by bit.

He didn't expect anything, but was rescued from endless hell.

"What did he do?" Riddle looked towards the dead black lake.

"He repaired your broken soul at the cost of his own soul." Dumbledore said softly, "Where is he, you ask? He is deep in your soul."

Riddle was silent.

He recalled the young man kneeling before him, looking up at him with sincerity, and saying, "I, Severus Snape, swear allegiance to my master, the Dark Lord. I will swear allegiance, and will never leave my side. "

After a long time, Riddle closed his eyes and said something softly in his heart.

I believe you.

Theend.

Extra

Extra

一

Tobia is dead.

He rushed to the road after being drunk and was hit by a speeding car and died on the spot.

The driver lost a lot of money.

Snape thought that Irene would cry all day long, but after Tobia's death, she seemed to wake up suddenly, and finally realized that she was a witch, and her son would enter Hogwarts in two years.

So she took Snape away from Spider's End and back to the wizarding world.

They lived in the old house left by Irene's parents. Although it was a bit dilapidated, it was much better than the environment in Spider's End Alley.

Irene went to Diagon Alley to find a job, but she didn't report any expectations. She came back happily and said that she was spotted by a wealthy wizard who just needed a long-term and stable pharmacist, so she hired her to be a pharmacist for him. Make potions.

Snape suspected that Irene had been tricked.

After all, she is really easy to listen to other people's words.

Snape soon met the wizard whom Irene praised as Merlin reborn.

He looks only in his early twenties, with black hair and black eyes, fair skin, tall and slender, handsome appearance, and outstanding temperament. Although he is not approachable, he is also polite.

He called himself Tom Riddle.

The name doesn't suit him at all.Snape couldn't help muttering inwardly.

Then he saw Riddle smiled at him, as if he heard what was in his heart.

Snape blushed a little, looking away from him.

two

After a long period of cooperation and contact, the relationship between the two became close, and Snape's understanding of Mr. Riddle also deepened.

He was shocked to find that Riddle was much older than he thought, and even Irene was a generation younger than him.But Riddle said that this is normal, wizards are very old, and aging will be slower than Muggles.

Nick Flamel is over 600 years old.

Snape, who was convinced at the time, later wanted to pick up Riddle and shake it, to see if he could shake out a few truths.

Riddle is a well-known figure in the wizarding world.

A descendant of Slytherin, the heir of the pure-blood Gaunt family, has served as the Minister of Magic for ten years, and many people even hope that he can serve for life.

At the same time, he is also the chief magician of the Wizengamot, the president of the United Association of Wizards and other races—it is said that he can prophesy more than a dozen races, and giants, werewolves, goblins, and centaurs all believe in him.

There are also a series of honorary titles that are too numerous to count. Anyway, he is equivalent to the uncrowned king of the wizarding world. Even Dumbledore, who defeated Grindelwald, is not as popular as him now.

Snape had asked Riddle curiously how he did this, and he lazily said that it was because of a dream that had everything in it.

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