Chapter 75 Horror Story?
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 75 Horror Story?
"At that time, Voldemort had a very famous magic theory, which was to carry forward Slytherin's pure blood theory!"
Snape's voice was blurred, and he didn't want to recall the painful past, which was the direct cause of his telling the prophecy to Voldemort, and also
"In order to verify his theory, he specifically found me and explained to me..."
"It is conceivable that no one refuses to explore the mysteries of the nature of magic."
"——Why are we different from Muggles? Why do we have magic power? Why is there something that magic power can't do? Where does magic power come from? Why do some people have excellent magic power talents, while others are inferior, and even pure-blood families have Squibs. All aspiring wizards in the magic world from ancient times to modern times are all obsessed with research on this."
"Of course I can't make an exception, especially Voldemort who showed me - that set of results!"
"Indeed... In this respect, there is no doubt that Voldemort has gone farther than anyone...even a little too far..." Dumbledore seemed to know what Snape was talking about.
"About 12 years ago, before Harry was born, I didn't know about that prophecy."
On the bright side, he was the youngest potions professor at Hogwarts. He was a very famous and talented rookie potion master in the wizarding world at that time.
But secretly he had begun to get acquainted with Voldemort, and his small group.
"That's when it all started... If I hadn't been involved, or been tempted by Voldemort... maybe Lily was still alive..." Snape's voice was rarely filled with pain and regret.
McGuffin was lying on the bed, and Snape Vivi quietly said a nightmare from many years ago!
……
At midnight on a certain midsummer night 12 years ago, there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder.
Snape specially returned to his home to receive a very distinguished guest.
"This is……"
The young Snape looked at the opposite man showing his results with a look of enthusiasm.
The blood plasma gathered into a sphere in mid-air, constantly changing this shape.
This is not unusual for wizards, but—
The visitor did not perform any magic, but just chanted a strange spell, and the blood cells automatically changed as their magic power suspended in the air.
Snape clearly sensed that blood cells change with their magic power, and can automatically gather magic power...
'It's just...' Snape lost his mind for a moment.
"You read that right, it's just ordinary human blood, the blood of a Muggle..."
"I specifically captured a few vampires in North America for research...improved from their unique blood magic...and their special first embrace ceremony can actually turn a Muggle or wizard into a member of their group... Don't you think all this is another manifestation or form of magic power infection or magic power explosion that exists in the wizarding world?"
"After the improvement research, you have also seen it! I have achieved such a result. I have created an interesting little spell, which is barely a little achievement-I can infuse the ordinary blood of a Muggle with magic power and stimulate it to be full of magic power."
"In other words, I can use this method to artificially create or - to make one's magic power explode..."
He stated his conclusions, which stunned Snape.
The visitor raised his head from the hood, his facial features were blurred, like wax, twisted weirdly, the whites of his eyes were filled with blood, and his face was pale and pale.
But Snape didn't care, he stared at the blood ball floating in mid-air.
——What fascinates him is not a simple blood cell, but the meaning it represents.
"Mr Voldemort..." Snape swallowed.
"Call me Voldemort." A shrill voice sounded in the room. There was no warmth in the tone, and the wind pierced through the bones, adding a bit of coolness to this misty summer day. "My friends call me Voldemort... I like this name. I don't think you will be so alien when you come to Severus!"
"I may call you that, Mr. Snape!"
Voldemort's politeness made Snape, who knew the opponent's strength well, feel trepidation and gratitude.
"Of course you can call me that, it's my pleasure..."
Snape offered a cup of tea to Voldemort respectfully, with a kind of sycophancy.
"Now if I'm not mistaken, you have created a new era in the magic world-can you now artificially stimulate the burst of magic power, or in other words, can you change the talent of a wizard, and even make a squib perform magic?"
"It's not that exaggerated, Severus, this is just the beginning, it's just an insignificant first step..." Although it was polite, there was still a chill in Voldemort's voice, and the next words were even more irresistible, "Next, I need your strength and talent. A young man with outstanding talent will bring greater help to my next research."
"But I'm still Hogwarts..."
"Understood, for a young man like you, being a professor at Hogwarts is indeed an extraordinary job position..."
"Of course, as friends, we can be called friends now, right?" Voldemort asked back, and then said coldly, "As a friend, you only need to provide me with a little help in this little experiment in your spare time. The help with potions will be enough... Just treat it as a magic exchange between friends!"
"Think what this will bring you... honor, wealth, power - no! What does this mean to us? And you and I will be working together on this research that will change the entire wizarding world!"
"There will be no Muggles in this world, we can cast spells openly, and we don't have to hide underground like those mice from the Ministry of Magic..."
"Think about it! Severus... my friend."
……
"What happened next?" Dumbledore's voice sounded, interrupting McGuffin from finishing the story.
McGuffin was a little disappointed, he ate melon with relish.
"And didn't you know it all? When I betrayed Voldemort—I told you everything, everything...I became Voldemort's spy at Hogwarts, and prepared special potions for his magic experiment. I got deeper and deeper without my knowledge, and became his accomplice..."
"It was a nightmare experience! When I found out the truth about everything—Muggle children, half-blood children, Squibs, children of pure-blood wizards...he used them as experimental subjects, as guinea pigs to study magic, trying to improve their talents...When I saw the tragic scene that was almost hell in his magic laboratory, I decided to leave them, but it was not so easy."
Snape's voice trembled as he described the scene in Snape's laboratory, with living creatures hanging on the surrounding walls.
They kept struggling and roaring, like zombies, with blood oozing from their nostrils and eyes, their eyes were red, and their bodies were full of traces of magic explosions, but the price was losing their minds.
"Voldemort's experiment seemed to have achieved initial success, but then he got stuck. In any case, he couldn't grant creatures the ability to cast spells while maintaining their stable sanity like a vampire..."
"He... thinks..." Snape was stunned for a moment before continuing, "It is impossible for these low-level creatures to bear the burst of magic power like humans. The selection of vampires for the First Embrace Ceremony is undoubtedly young and pure children or young girls... and little wizards usually go through a burst of magic power before they get the ability to cast spells. This makes him think that only humans can maintain rationality while gaining the ability to cast spells, and children must be selected for experiments..."
The bloody remains of children were soaked in the solution, and one of them was even a child from a Death Eater family that Snape knew.
Just because he was a squib, he was skinned, and his flesh was cast with all kinds of runes, magic words from ancient Egypt, ancient China, and all continents.
And his potion is used to make these children maintain a stable shape when the magic power erupts.
Snape had no idea that he had helped Voldemort prolong the suffering of these children.
Looking at the innocent and painful eyes of the child, he was powerless, which almost turned into his deepest nightmare.
"Voldemort was indeed successful to a certain extent. With the help of the potion he made, the children who served as experimental subjects could stabilize their bodies, support them until their magic power erupted, and successfully possessed the ability to cast spells. Moreover, the more prominent their backgrounds, the more powerful their magic powers, and the more incredible their magical talents..."
"But..." Dumbledore was disgusted by the cold-blooded cruelty even after listening to it again.
"But the next development took a turn for the worse. Every child with the ability to cast spells has been alienated to a certain extent. Some have become silent, and some have almost become blood slaves in the mouth of vampires. What is even more unbearable is those children who have completely lost their human form. And as the magic power continues to erode in their bodies, they will not be able to maintain their rationality for long."
"And what's ridiculous is that the more pure-blooded you are, the more alienated you will be, and the faster you will be eroded by magic power..."
"After knowing all this..."
"I tried all means to stop that experiment—but Voldemort was obsessed with his study of pure-blood magic theory (that is, magical talent will continue to weaken to disappear with the deterioration of pure blood, so one must purify one's own blood to improve one's talent, not allow Muggle wizards to learn, and should maintain pure blood in the wizarding world).——He firmly believed that this was just a setback on the great journey..." Snape said weakly.
"I think it's almost impossible for Voldemort to give up. Just think about it—once he succeeds, he can solve those squibs or other children's bad magical talents in the pure-blood family. Just think about how he will seize power, build his army, and establish his kingdom.——It is impossible for Voldemort to give up such an opportunity!"
"Besides, Voldemort doesn't care about others except himself..." Dumbledore's words hit the nail on the head.
"Later I also figured this out, so I sought a way to get rid of them, and tried every means... until I finally told Voldemort about the prophecy, he stopped the experiment, but the following things happened..."
"I……"
Snape's voice was full of exhaustion and sadness.
Dumbledore said nothing more.
McGuffin couldn't calm down for a long time, he—was a little scared by this infiltrating story.
"How the hell can you believe this is a fairy tale?"
McGuffin was speechless.
(End of this chapter)
"At that time, Voldemort had a very famous magic theory, which was to carry forward Slytherin's pure blood theory!"
Snape's voice was blurred, and he didn't want to recall the painful past, which was the direct cause of his telling the prophecy to Voldemort, and also
"In order to verify his theory, he specifically found me and explained to me..."
"It is conceivable that no one refuses to explore the mysteries of the nature of magic."
"——Why are we different from Muggles? Why do we have magic power? Why is there something that magic power can't do? Where does magic power come from? Why do some people have excellent magic power talents, while others are inferior, and even pure-blood families have Squibs. All aspiring wizards in the magic world from ancient times to modern times are all obsessed with research on this."
"Of course I can't make an exception, especially Voldemort who showed me - that set of results!"
"Indeed... In this respect, there is no doubt that Voldemort has gone farther than anyone...even a little too far..." Dumbledore seemed to know what Snape was talking about.
"About 12 years ago, before Harry was born, I didn't know about that prophecy."
On the bright side, he was the youngest potions professor at Hogwarts. He was a very famous and talented rookie potion master in the wizarding world at that time.
But secretly he had begun to get acquainted with Voldemort, and his small group.
"That's when it all started... If I hadn't been involved, or been tempted by Voldemort... maybe Lily was still alive..." Snape's voice was rarely filled with pain and regret.
McGuffin was lying on the bed, and Snape Vivi quietly said a nightmare from many years ago!
……
At midnight on a certain midsummer night 12 years ago, there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder.
Snape specially returned to his home to receive a very distinguished guest.
"This is……"
The young Snape looked at the opposite man showing his results with a look of enthusiasm.
The blood plasma gathered into a sphere in mid-air, constantly changing this shape.
This is not unusual for wizards, but—
The visitor did not perform any magic, but just chanted a strange spell, and the blood cells automatically changed as their magic power suspended in the air.
Snape clearly sensed that blood cells change with their magic power, and can automatically gather magic power...
'It's just...' Snape lost his mind for a moment.
"You read that right, it's just ordinary human blood, the blood of a Muggle..."
"I specifically captured a few vampires in North America for research...improved from their unique blood magic...and their special first embrace ceremony can actually turn a Muggle or wizard into a member of their group... Don't you think all this is another manifestation or form of magic power infection or magic power explosion that exists in the wizarding world?"
"After the improvement research, you have also seen it! I have achieved such a result. I have created an interesting little spell, which is barely a little achievement-I can infuse the ordinary blood of a Muggle with magic power and stimulate it to be full of magic power."
"In other words, I can use this method to artificially create or - to make one's magic power explode..."
He stated his conclusions, which stunned Snape.
The visitor raised his head from the hood, his facial features were blurred, like wax, twisted weirdly, the whites of his eyes were filled with blood, and his face was pale and pale.
But Snape didn't care, he stared at the blood ball floating in mid-air.
——What fascinates him is not a simple blood cell, but the meaning it represents.
"Mr Voldemort..." Snape swallowed.
"Call me Voldemort." A shrill voice sounded in the room. There was no warmth in the tone, and the wind pierced through the bones, adding a bit of coolness to this misty summer day. "My friends call me Voldemort... I like this name. I don't think you will be so alien when you come to Severus!"
"I may call you that, Mr. Snape!"
Voldemort's politeness made Snape, who knew the opponent's strength well, feel trepidation and gratitude.
"Of course you can call me that, it's my pleasure..."
Snape offered a cup of tea to Voldemort respectfully, with a kind of sycophancy.
"Now if I'm not mistaken, you have created a new era in the magic world-can you now artificially stimulate the burst of magic power, or in other words, can you change the talent of a wizard, and even make a squib perform magic?"
"It's not that exaggerated, Severus, this is just the beginning, it's just an insignificant first step..." Although it was polite, there was still a chill in Voldemort's voice, and the next words were even more irresistible, "Next, I need your strength and talent. A young man with outstanding talent will bring greater help to my next research."
"But I'm still Hogwarts..."
"Understood, for a young man like you, being a professor at Hogwarts is indeed an extraordinary job position..."
"Of course, as friends, we can be called friends now, right?" Voldemort asked back, and then said coldly, "As a friend, you only need to provide me with a little help in this little experiment in your spare time. The help with potions will be enough... Just treat it as a magic exchange between friends!"
"Think what this will bring you... honor, wealth, power - no! What does this mean to us? And you and I will be working together on this research that will change the entire wizarding world!"
"There will be no Muggles in this world, we can cast spells openly, and we don't have to hide underground like those mice from the Ministry of Magic..."
"Think about it! Severus... my friend."
……
"What happened next?" Dumbledore's voice sounded, interrupting McGuffin from finishing the story.
McGuffin was a little disappointed, he ate melon with relish.
"And didn't you know it all? When I betrayed Voldemort—I told you everything, everything...I became Voldemort's spy at Hogwarts, and prepared special potions for his magic experiment. I got deeper and deeper without my knowledge, and became his accomplice..."
"It was a nightmare experience! When I found out the truth about everything—Muggle children, half-blood children, Squibs, children of pure-blood wizards...he used them as experimental subjects, as guinea pigs to study magic, trying to improve their talents...When I saw the tragic scene that was almost hell in his magic laboratory, I decided to leave them, but it was not so easy."
Snape's voice trembled as he described the scene in Snape's laboratory, with living creatures hanging on the surrounding walls.
They kept struggling and roaring, like zombies, with blood oozing from their nostrils and eyes, their eyes were red, and their bodies were full of traces of magic explosions, but the price was losing their minds.
"Voldemort's experiment seemed to have achieved initial success, but then he got stuck. In any case, he couldn't grant creatures the ability to cast spells while maintaining their stable sanity like a vampire..."
"He... thinks..." Snape was stunned for a moment before continuing, "It is impossible for these low-level creatures to bear the burst of magic power like humans. The selection of vampires for the First Embrace Ceremony is undoubtedly young and pure children or young girls... and little wizards usually go through a burst of magic power before they get the ability to cast spells. This makes him think that only humans can maintain rationality while gaining the ability to cast spells, and children must be selected for experiments..."
The bloody remains of children were soaked in the solution, and one of them was even a child from a Death Eater family that Snape knew.
Just because he was a squib, he was skinned, and his flesh was cast with all kinds of runes, magic words from ancient Egypt, ancient China, and all continents.
And his potion is used to make these children maintain a stable shape when the magic power erupts.
Snape had no idea that he had helped Voldemort prolong the suffering of these children.
Looking at the innocent and painful eyes of the child, he was powerless, which almost turned into his deepest nightmare.
"Voldemort was indeed successful to a certain extent. With the help of the potion he made, the children who served as experimental subjects could stabilize their bodies, support them until their magic power erupted, and successfully possessed the ability to cast spells. Moreover, the more prominent their backgrounds, the more powerful their magic powers, and the more incredible their magical talents..."
"But..." Dumbledore was disgusted by the cold-blooded cruelty even after listening to it again.
"But the next development took a turn for the worse. Every child with the ability to cast spells has been alienated to a certain extent. Some have become silent, and some have almost become blood slaves in the mouth of vampires. What is even more unbearable is those children who have completely lost their human form. And as the magic power continues to erode in their bodies, they will not be able to maintain their rationality for long."
"And what's ridiculous is that the more pure-blooded you are, the more alienated you will be, and the faster you will be eroded by magic power..."
"After knowing all this..."
"I tried all means to stop that experiment—but Voldemort was obsessed with his study of pure-blood magic theory (that is, magical talent will continue to weaken to disappear with the deterioration of pure blood, so one must purify one's own blood to improve one's talent, not allow Muggle wizards to learn, and should maintain pure blood in the wizarding world).——He firmly believed that this was just a setback on the great journey..." Snape said weakly.
"I think it's almost impossible for Voldemort to give up. Just think about it—once he succeeds, he can solve those squibs or other children's bad magical talents in the pure-blood family. Just think about how he will seize power, build his army, and establish his kingdom.——It is impossible for Voldemort to give up such an opportunity!"
"Besides, Voldemort doesn't care about others except himself..." Dumbledore's words hit the nail on the head.
"Later I also figured this out, so I sought a way to get rid of them, and tried every means... until I finally told Voldemort about the prophecy, he stopped the experiment, but the following things happened..."
"I……"
Snape's voice was full of exhaustion and sadness.
Dumbledore said nothing more.
McGuffin couldn't calm down for a long time, he—was a little scared by this infiltrating story.
"How the hell can you believe this is a fairy tale?"
McGuffin was speechless.
(End of this chapter)
