Hogwarts: I am Snape

Chapter 77: Deathly Hallows
Marvolo released his grip on Melop's hand.

Melop, like a discarded rag doll, stumbled back to her original corner and curled up in the shadows by the window.

She hung her head, breathing heavily, her dry, long hair like a curtain obscuring her face.

Seeing that she was unharmed, Ogden and Marvolo once again engaged in a heated confrontation. He remained resolute, insisting that Morfin be brought to trial.

"Morphin is scheduled to appear in court on September 14 to plead guilty to charges of performing magic on a Muggle, causing him harm and suffering—"

Just then, the sound of tinkling bells, clattering hooves, and cheerful laughter drifted in from outside the window, interrupting Ogden's words.

Melop suddenly looked up, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror and a complex mix of emotions.

"Oh dear, what a spoilsport!" A melodious female voice came clearly from the open window, as if the girl speaking was standing inside, beside them. "Tom, can't your father just tear down that shack?"

“That’s not ours,” a young man’s voice patiently explained. “The land on the other side of the valley belongs to our family, but that little cabin belongs to an old tramp named Gaunt and his children…”

The girl's clear laughter drifted into the room again, and the tinkling of bells and the clatter of horses' hooves grew louder and louder.

"Tom," the girl's curious voice rang out again, this time sounding much closer, indicating they had arrived near the house. "Am I seeing things? Is there a dead snake nailed to that door?"

“Yes, you’re not mistaken,” the man’s voice replied confidently. “It was probably old Gunter’s son who did it. I told you before, that kid’s not quite right in the head. Never mind it, dear Cecilia.”

Curious, Snape walked to the dirty wooden door, then disdainfully walked straight through the closed door and out.

On the path, two horses were turning around, preparing to head towards the main road.

On a sleek, glossy chestnut horse sat a handsome young man with dark hair. His features and facial structure were strikingly similar to those of a young Voldemort. Beside him, a beautiful young woman rode a grey horse.

The two chatted and laughed all the way.

The tinkling of bells and the clatter of hooves began to fade and slowly disappeared into the distance.

As Snape prepared to return to the house, a furious roar suddenly came from the old house, spoken in Parsleyan language, filled with anger and humiliation.

“My daughter—a pure-blood descendant of Salazar Slytherin—has fallen for a filthy, lowly Muggle…you wretched little Squirrel, you filthy little scoundrel!”

Immediately afterward, a piercing scream tore through the air. Ogden clutched his head and rushed out of the room in a panic, followed slowly by Dumbledore.

Ogden, like a startled rabbit, rushed onto the dirt road, then swerved onto the main road in a panic, and crashed into the chestnut horse.

Tom and Cecilia burst into laughter at Ogden's disheveled appearance and bizarre attire.

Amidst the cheerful laughter, Dumbledore walked over to Snape, gently patted him, and gestured for him to go back.

He took Snape's arm and carried him across the summer sky, soaring higher and higher into the darkness, before gently landing on the carpet in the headmaster's office.

By this time, dusk had enveloped the sky like a thin veil, and leaden-gray clouds drifted above the field.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and several nightlights lit up, their soft glow dispelling the darkness in the room.

“What happened next,” he said, walking behind his desk and sitting down, “was told to me that Ogden returned to the old Gaunt house with reinforcements, subdued Marvolo and Morfin, and was later convicted by Wizengamo. They were released after serving their sentences. “But from what Ogden said, Morfin was later apparently imprisoned in Azkaban for murdering the Riddle family.”

"So, are you planning to go to Azkaban to see Morfin?" Snape asked, sitting down opposite Dumbledore.

“In a while,” Dumbledore sighed. “There have been a lot going on in the Order of the Phoenix lately, and I haven’t had a chance to introduce you to everyone yet.”

"When you have time, would you like to go to Azkaban together?"

“Forget it,” Snape said. “I don’t really like that place, you can go. But I’m quite interested in Gaunt’s old house, so don’t leave me out when you go there.”

“Very well,” Dumbledore nodded, and said slowly, “This harvest is greater than I imagined.”

“Yes, Professor,” Snape chimed in, “another thing that could be a Horcrux, hasn’t it?”

“Very good,” Dumbledore gave him an approving look. “Although we don’t know the locations of the other three possible Horcruxes besides the diadem, this progress is already quite good.”

"With you involved, although it sometimes raises blood pressure, the progress is indeed much faster."

"Would you like some blood pressure medication invented by Muggles, Professor?" Snape said with a grin.

He did know about the existence of Tom's Diary, but he didn't have a suitable reason to tell the principal right now, so he decided to wait until later.

“Professor,” Snape recalled the ring engraved with the Peverell emblem, “do you still have Potter’s Invisibility Cloak?”

"You recognized that mark?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "I returned the Invisibility Cloak to James during winter break."

“Yes, which wizard hasn’t heard of the ‘Tales of the Three Brothers’?” Snape said casually. “When I was a kid, I even had a copy of the ‘Tales of Beedle the Bard’.”

"But if you return the Invisibility Cloak to Potter, won't he just bring it to school again?"

“I told him,” Dumbledore said, “that if the Invisibility Cloak is confiscated again, it will not be returned to him. I don’t think he would dare to take that risk.”

"Are you sure that invisibility cloak is—?" Snape asked deliberately.

“Although that invisibility cloak is very unique, I can still see through it,” Dumbledore said. “So I can’t be sure that it is the legendary invisibility cloak of Death, although it may be because my magic is too profound.”

Having achieved his goal, Snape bid farewell to Dumbledore and returned to his warm bed.

But just as he got up, Dumbledore called him back.

“Severus, lately when I take the wrong turn to use the toilet in the morning, I haven’t been able to go into that ‘toilet’ with the fancy chamber pot anymore. Do you have any clue about it?”

"Oh, really?" Snape said nonchalantly. "I don't know, Professor. Good night."

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(End of this chapter)