Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 317 Long Time No See, Tom
A chilling wind, carrying rain, seeped into the very marrow of the wizards present. Voldemort's hoarse voice seemed to follow closely behind, seizing the moment and resounding in the deepest fear in everyone's heart.

"Severus—do you want to be the one chosen for this honor?"

The chilling wind first blew towards Snape—everyone else secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and some even became gloating.

But soon, their smiles faded.

“I am unwilling—Dumbledore is watching me more closely than you think, especially after I hunted a unicorn—possessing me would only ruin your grand plan.”

A deathly silence.
The Death Eaters suppressed their breathing, afraid of attracting any attention.
Before that eerie wind spoke again, they wished they could bury themselves in the ground so as not to attract any attention.

Snape was the only one who wasn't afraid—he was certain Voldemort wouldn't choose him—and besides, he had powerful backers, so what did he have to fear?
Looking at these people reminded him of Hogwarts—when he and Levi first taught dark magic, the students looked just like this.

really weird.

Despite the seriousness of the occasion, Snape felt an urge to laugh—Levy was right, he was indeed no longer suited to be a spy.

He has lost the ability to be a spy. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Until this moment, Snape had no idea.

Hehehehehe~

After a suffocating silence, a sinister, gleeful laugh echoed once more in the eerie wind.

“You’re right, Severus—my loyal servant, you have passed my test—I will not use your body. It is far more valuable to let you move freely than to let me control you.”

Then, to the horror of all the wizards, the gloomy wind stopped in front of the wizard who had first knelt down and begged for mercy.

The wizard, dressed in a robe embroidered with his family crest, was now huddled in the mud, his hands gripping the ground tightly, his breathing behind his mask rapid and labored, like a broken bellows.

“You—the first to submit to me, my loyal servant, lift your head.”

Shagust raised his head in despair, trembling all over—facing the Dark Lord's power was a thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined.

"What's wrong? Judging from your expression, you don't seem very willing?"

Shagus froze, then immediately kowtowed, his forehead striking the muddy stone, the blood seeping out mingling with the mud and splashing everywhere.

"No, I wouldn't dare! I am utterly loyal to my master. If my master requires it, I am willing to offer this body for your use!"

He spoke with such sincerity that he even straightened his back, as if he would gladly sacrifice himself if Voldemort nodded in agreement.

A slight, eerie breeze stirred, as if scrutinizing him.

The wizards around him held their breath; some were jealous of his opportunity, while others secretly rejoiced that they weren't the ones chosen.

But the next second, Voldemort suddenly let out a wild, sneer, and the giant snake Nagini behind him began to dance.

"Loyalty? All I see is your overflowing fear."

Such a cowardly soul, does it even deserve to be my vessel? I'm afraid tonight you'll be having nightmares, crying and begging for your mother, wetting your pants!

Voldemort's words caused everyone to burst into laughter without restraint, except for the wizard who was ignored, whose face showed an embarrassed expression.

A chilling wind drifted slowly towards Laxus Gaunto. As the first pure-blooded noble to approach him, Laxus forced himself to remain calm, straightening his back in an attempt to maintain the family's dignity:
“Master, my family has been loyal to the pure-blood cause for generations. I am strong and have solid magical skills. I will definitely be the most suitable temporary vessel for you to help you regain power as soon as possible.”

He deliberately raised his voice, his tone full of eagerness to claim credit, but his left hand behind his back was already taut.
"Oh? The Gonso family?"

Voldemort's voice trailed off, a chilling wind brushing against Laxus's mask, gently caressing its cold metallic surface. "I remember you—the traitors who, when I fell from power, were the first to seal away all traces of me, only to turn around and curry favor with the Ministry of Magic!"

His words made Laxus turn pale.

"We—we are simply trying to better preserve our strength to welcome your return!"

“Lying.” Voldemort’s voice rang out calmly.

Nobody knows what he's thinking.

But the next second, he suddenly said calmly:
"Very well—I'll give you a chance to see if you are truly loyal to me."

Under Laxus's expression, as solemn as if his ancestors had died, a chilling wind, along with the giant snake Nagini, gradually enveloped him.
The crowd slowly retreated, but Snape stepped forward and began singing the hymn again.

After a moment of stunned silence, the others joined in the singing—at least they had made it through this ordeal!
In a solemn chant, the giant snake enveloped and closed Laxus's trembling body until not a single gap could be seen.

A chilling wind suddenly entered his brain, bringing boundless joy.

"what!!!"

People couldn't see Laxus's miserable state, but they imagined an even more tragic scene in their minds—he was painfully tearing at his face with both hands, as if he wanted to rip all the skin off.

His voice was filled with pain and madness, gradually turning into a sob, and then becoming frantic and hysterical.

When his voice was hoarse from shouting and he could only let out weak hisses, the giant snake Nagini released its body, and a gaunt, old man with pale lips staggered out.

"Bring the medicine over."

He clearly didn't open his mouth, but an extremely evil voice rang out behind his head.

Everyone realized something, and their expressions gradually became distorted.

Snape was the first to step forward, pouring the bubbling potion into a large golden porcelain bowl, and walked step by step toward Laxus, or rather, Voldemort.

He began to feel a growing anxiety.

Why haven't Dumbledore and Levy made a move yet? How long are they going to wait and see?
Do we really have to let Voldemort recover some of his strength before we deal with him?

While this would help keep his identity a secret, wouldn't it be too presumptuous?
"Boom!!!"

With Snape's face contorted in a grimace, the hideous face behind Laxus swallowed the entire potion in one gulp.

"ha------!"

He let out a satisfied sigh.

Then, looking at Snape, Laxus's hand followed suit, reaching out.

“Severus, give me your wand.”

Snape felt heavy-hearted, but still resolutely handed over his wand.

Voldemort took the wand and laughed again!

"Very good, you have once again demonstrated your loyalty. Wait for me—"

"Snapped!"

A blue light flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening explosion.

The next moment, Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly.

After the lightning struck, a figure in white robes appeared in the arena at some unknown time.

He spoke in a magnetic tone, revealing a calm and amused smile to Voldemort.

"Long time no see, Tom."

(End of this chapter)