Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world

Chapter 50 Dumbledore's Doubt

Chapter 50 Dumbledore's Doubt
"trade?"

Snape frowned slightly.

"Yes, a deal." Dumbledore stared into the Pensieve, the shallow, clear water in the basin reflecting his bright eyes. "He helped me train Harry, provided assistance to the best of his ability, and fought against Voldemort..."

"Fu..." Snape's cheeks trembled and he hesitated to speak.

As if aware of his inner shock, Dumbledore murmured: "Yes, as I said before, Severus, Tom is not dead!"

As he spoke, he waved to Snape and said, "Come, take a look with me. Vaughn provided his memory of the battle in the corridor on the fourth floor... By the way, I have restored the corridor, but there may be some places I haven't noticed. Go check it again tomorrow."

Snape said nothing, but walked silently to the Pensieve and lifted the Occlumency.

As Dumbledore waved his wand, his thoughts suddenly fell into the basin, and countless ink-like traces hung down and turned into smoke.

In a flash, a corridor was constructed before our eyes.

Harry covered his head and screamed in pain, Hermione cried in fear but still stood in front of Harry, and Vaughn loudly recited "God's Sword".

And, in the middle of the corridor, the center of the entire memory, that dark, twisted, sinister black-robed figure, and the green light from his wand!
Snapped!
Dumbledore beside him clapped his hands, and the people in the memory suddenly solidified like insects wrapped in amber, and the picture froze!
The black-robed man who cast the killing curse can be vaguely seen in the frozen picture.

Quirinus Quirrell!

But whether it was Dumbledore or Snape, when they looked at him, their gazes were not focused on that face, but seemed to penetrate that face and look inside his body and behind him!
The memories restored by the Pensieve were shrouded in a hazy glow, and that light seemed to make Snape somewhat uncomfortable.

His eyes wandered and his pupils trembled.

"You see, Severus, Tom is back... Although he is now just a remnant soul, like a parasite on a cowardly soul." Dumbledore said in a low voice, "But he is indeed not dead, and is preparing for resurrection."

It seemed as if the memory of fear of this former master was from a very distant time, shocking Snape's brain.

Even though he had sensed the other party's magical fluctuations before and was mentally prepared, when he actually stood in front of it - even if it was just a memory, Snape still found his throat dry and unable to speak.

Countless emotions were boiling, including admiration, fear, and more hatred!
It was not until Dumbledore clapped his hands again that the frozen picture resumed movement, and Vaughn's "Invisible Blade" penetrated the Armor Charm and injured Voldemort.

Dumbledore's tone became cheerful again. "I must say, Severus, you have developed a very powerful spell and taught a very good student. There are not many people who can hurt Tom."

Snape's face was wooden. "...It was Quirrell who was hurt, not him, but he must hate Vaughn now."

Dumbledore knew who Snape was referring to when he said "he". He smiled and said, "At least Vaughn is safe until he is truly resurrected. And we all know that the person he hates most is Harry."

The short memory quickly ended and thinking returned.

But Snape's expression didn't improve much. He kept a straight face and maintained that mocking tone: "Yes, a savior who killed him, and a little wizard who inexplicably stopped him from snatching the Philosopher's Stone, hurt him, and brought him humiliation... What a perfect combination. After a few years, when he is resurrected, he may be able to forgive the others, but he will never forgive these two guys."

"The perfect person to fight him!"

Dumbledore listened silently, and when he finished speaking, he sighed helplessly: "You suspect I arranged this?"

Snape chuckled inexplicably: "I didn't say that."

But that expression was enough to show his doubt.

Dumbledore knew that Snape had always had a prejudice against him because the means he used to coerce him were indeed despicable.

Taking advantage of his remaining love and kindness, he was forced to walk on the edge of life and death.

Although in Dumbledore's view, there was no right or wrong in this matter - Snape, who was once a Death Eater, had done countless evil things for the Dark Lord, and he was forcing him now just to make him atone for his sins.

But today is not the time to argue. Dumbledore sighed, “Everything that happened today, except for Quirrell bringing the troll into Hogwarts, was an accident… Remember what I told you? Fate, the fate of Tom and Harry.” “This unseen force affects all things in the world, and the fates of all things are intertwined into a huge web, but sometimes, unique individuals with their own destinies are born.”

"This is the fate of Tom and Harry. They are entangled with each other. Once they start to get close, they will be like iron balls caught in a net. Wherever they roll, the net will sink and collapse with them. The fate of many people will be involuntarily swept up by them. Only when one of them dies will the big iron ball collapse."

"What happened today is that the fate of Tom and Harry is being disturbed."

destiny……

Listening to Dumbledore's metaphor, Snape was unable to comment, because he had never seen fate, but knew that it existed.

Otherwise, there would be no prophecies and divination in the magical world.

He even knew that Dumbledore had once been an "iron ball".

But he didn't want to discuss this incomprehensible, mysterious topic. After a moment of silence, he asked:
"Since it's a deal, Vaughn is helping you train Harry, so what do you have to give?"

Dumbledore, who had been lost in thought about "fate", came back to his senses upon hearing this, and his tone became cheerful again: "Ah, speaking of this, I have to say that Vaughn's thirst for fame and fortune amazes me. He asked me to find a way to enhance his fame!"

Snape: "?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard in distress. "He proposed a lot of conditions. For example, I'm not allowed to favor Gryffindor and give him extra points. For example, if he does something remarkable, I want to help him publicize it. If he achieves anything in potions, I will personally nominate him for the honor of the Order of Merlin..."

Listening to Dumbledore's nagging complaints, Snape suddenly wanted to laugh.

The first point Vaughn proposed destroyed Dumbledore's plan - the old man had previously planned to give Harry extra points at the end of the term to establish Harry's leadership position in Gryffindor.

But what puzzled Snape was that Dumbledore seemed to agree to Vaughan's conditions.

why?
What had Vaughan said to make the old man give up his partiality for the Savior? Snape hadn't figured out the answer until he left.

Watching Snape's back go away, Dumbledore's smile faded. He looked at the Pensieve and switched to another memory -

The conversation he and Vaughn had as they watched the memory of the battle in the fourth-floor corridor.

"Albus, have you ever wondered why Voldemort didn't die?"

"Oh, I've been searching for answers. What do you have in mind, Vaughn?"

He asked the question with a smile and didn't expect any answer.

Then, his smile froze as Vaughan said:

"Horcrux!"

The picture freezes.

Dumbledore wandered and paced in this illusory corridor constructed by memory.

He looked at his own stunned expression, at the way Vaughn looked at Harry when he uttered that word.