Chapter 178

The voice carried an indescribable weirdness, cutting through the tranquility in the basement like a knife blade.

"You actually transformed the magic spell I taught you into a potion... You are truly my most loyal servant."

Snape froze for a moment. His blood seemed to freeze, and a chill ran down his back. His mind went blank, as if someone had used a spell to take away the ability to think.

His legs became weak and he almost fell back into the chair. But his willpower from years of struggling to survive in the world of dark magic allowed him to stabilize himself at the last moment. He gripped the edge of the experimental table tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Breathing quickly and sweating, he turned his head mechanically.

The source of the sound was not a human figure, but an owl - it was parked on a bed near the wall, staring coldly at the hair-covered alchemical creation in the glass cover.

Those flashing red eyes were full of mockery and coercion, as if they were about to swallow up the entire room.

"Lord...Lord...Master..."

Snape almost used all his strength to squeeze out a few trembling words.

The owl slowly turned its head, and there was a strange human smile on the bird's face, with the corners of its mouth slightly raised.

"Hello, Snape, long time no see."

At this moment, Snape felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Despite having experienced many battles, his body could not stop shaking. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he tried to speak, but no sound came out.

It's him - Voldemort!

The Dark Lord, whose name can make people fearful, actually appeared in such a strange way! Snape's brain was buzzing. He didn't know how the other party got through the layers of defenses in Hogwarts, and he had no time to think about it.

At this moment, he could only think about one thing: how to survive in front of the most terrifying existence in the magic world.

"Master...I...don't know..." Snape's voice was trembling and incoherent. He tried to suppress the fear in his heart and tried to express something.

"Shut up." The owl shook its wings, its voice low but with irresistible majesty.

Snape's mouth immediately closed, as if a silent spell had been cast. He lay prone on the ground, almost pressing his entire body against the cold stone bricks, his expression full of awe and fear.

The owl spoke slowly, his tone calm but full of oppression:

"I know your loyalty, Snape, I have never doubted it."

It paused, and its voice became colder.

"But this time, I'm not here to question why you haven't come to me all these years, nor am I here to investigate your past plans to embarrass Quirrell and hinder me."

Snape lowered his head, not daring to make any sound.

"Now, you have a chance to make amends,"

Voldemort's voice became softer, yet more chilling.

"Just one thing to do, Snape, give me something."

Snape's forehead was pressed to the ground and his voice was almost inaudible.

"You say...anything, I'm willing to give it to you..."

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"So, Devereux,"

Ron looked up and down at the dog on the rope, looking suspicious.

"What's going on with this dog? What's his name?"

At this time, Devereaux was frowning and gently flicking the dog's head with his wand, trying to stop it from being overly interested in his shoes.

This dog has brown fur all over its body and wags its tail from time to time, looking pleased.

"Forehead……"

Devereaux sighed helplessly.

"I just picked it up on the school road. I named it 'Wells'."

He said this with a hint of obvious malice in his tone.

"I was planning to send it to Hagrid and then put it in the Forbidden Forest to fend for itself."

Upon hearing this, the dog immediately let out a mournful "oow", raised a pair of wet eyes, and looked at Devereaux with a heart-melting expression, as if begging him not to do this. However, Devereux remained unmoved and even pulled the rope tighter.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Although they thought this situation was a bit strange, they didn't say much.

"Oh, so that's it,"

Ron nodded, obviously not caring much about Devereux's indifference, and then changed the subject.

"By the way, Devereaux, my mother just wrote to me asking when Percy will be discharged from the hospital? Does he need to be sent to St. Mungo's for treatment?"

Devereaux stopped when he heard this and glanced at Ron, with a faint smile on his face.

"Percy is currently under the care of Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape. He should be recovering in another month. Don't worry."

At this point, he paused and raised his brows slightly.

"As for St. Mungo's..." Devereaux sneered, "They can't cure Percy's disease, and it's a waste of time to go there."

Ron nodded and accepted the answer, although his expression looked a little complicated.

"Okay, let's wait until a month later."

At this time, Harry suddenly spoke, with a hint of nervousness in his tone: "Speaking of which, tonight is my first time participating in the academy's Quidditch team training. I'm still a little nervous now."

When Ron heard this, he immediately became energetic and his eyes lit up.

"Wow, can I go and watch? You know, I really want to watch! And, that Malfoy-" There was a hint of happiness in his voice, "I haven't seen him since last weekend. When he finds out you are our team’s seeker, his expression will be super funny!”

Harry smiled helplessly, Hermione shook her head and whispered "boys' game"

Deveraux listened to the conversation between the three, but his eyes drifted slightly to the distance. In his mind, he couldn't help but remember that he had an important thing to do tonight-to meet Dumbledore.

The Pensieve and the prophecy inside were waiting for him. He needed to study carefully what he saw in the prophecy tonight.

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