Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

"boom!"

He was in a daze and didn't know what materials he put in. The crucible in front of him caught fire and the pot of water of life and death was scrapped.

Snape just stared blankly until a blue translucent phoenix flew in through the window, landed on his shoulder, and whispered to him.

Hearing the words of the Patronus, Snape's sadness and fear immediately dissipated, and anger surged in his heart. He hurried to the principal's office, opened the door, and questioned in a cold and sarcastic voice:

"Dumbledore, great white wizard, it's not enough that you've harmed me, but you're dragging Vaughn into this too? What new tricks do you have? Are you planning to train a more useful henchman for our savior? Or perhaps another double agent?"

In the office, the portraits remained silent with their eyes closed, and the entire room seemed dead silent.

Dumbledore stood in front of the Pensieve, seemingly lost in thought. Upon hearing Snape's question, he came to his senses and smiled helplessly:

"Severus, you've been with him longer than I have, you should know how smart he is."

Snape sneered: "So, you told him your plan? And did you also want to use Ron Weasley and Harry's friendship to help you train the Savior? Oh, after all these years, you really haven't changed at all!"

But his words made Dumbledore's expression even more helpless.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and said, "No, he offered to help me train Harry..."

Snape: "...What nonsense are you talking about?"

"He said it was a deal..."

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 was not the time to argue. Dumbledore sighed, "Everything that happened today, except Quirrell bringing the troll into Hogwarts, was an accident... Remember what I told you? Fate, the fate of Tom and Harry."

"This invisible force influences everything in the world. The destinies of all things are intertwined into a vast web, but sometimes, unique individuals 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.

All kinds of unspeakable thoughts came to my mind.

Hesitation, hesitation, fear... and sadness...

Chapter 51 Ron's Highlight Moment

"The troll has been killed!"

That night, the news spread throughout Hogwarts!

The next day, many little wizards who used to love to stay in bed did not even have time to wash their faces. They ran to the courtyard with everyone, still feeling sleepy.

As November arrived at Hogwarts, the ground was covered with frost.

There was a crackling sound when stepping on it, and the cold wind seemed to blow into the bones.

But this could not stop everyone's enthusiasm.

A headless troll corpse, covered with frost, lay in the courtyard, surrounded by young wizards. Filch nailed a sign in front of the troll's corpse, which briefly described what happened last night.

"...Mr. Vaughn Weasley and Mr. Ron Weasley were deducted 10 points each for violating school rules by leaving the dinner midway. However, after encountering the troll, both gentlemen were brave, fearless, calm, and alert. In the end, Mr. Vaughn Weasley, with his superb spell skills, killed the troll with the help of Mr. Ron Weasley. Therefore, Slytherin was awarded 30 points, and Gryffindor was awarded 20 points!"

These dry rewards and punishments obviously cannot satisfy the curiosity of the little wizards.

But don't worry, today is Halloween and there are no classes, so there is plenty of time to find out.

The lively Gryffindor started preparing last night and held a celebratory "breakfast" in the tower today. The excited twins sent invitations to each house.

They cheered everyone they met:

"It was our brother who killed the troll!"

When the young wizards from other colleges arrived at the tower, Percy, the Weasley elder brother, wearing his shining prefect badge, greeted them with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for coming to my brothers' celebration party."

"Yes, yes, Vaughn and Ron are both great, just like me. We are the pride of the Weasley family."

The Gryffindor Great Hall was cleaned efficiently, long tables were put together, and the Hogwarts house-elves showed their skills and made delicious food.

One of the long tables was filled with people, holding pies and bread in their hands, listening to Ron Weasley, one of the "protagonists" of last night, vividly describe the entire process.