Chapter 69 Lurker
"Okay, as expected, I still have to take action myself."
The shadow of a handsome young man appeared in the black smoke that Quirrell turned into, with a cold face.
He opened his hand, and Quirrell's wand that fell on the ground flew into his hand automatically, and then he pointed it at Harry who was unconscious on the ground.
At this moment, a figure in long black robes crossed the black flames at the door and stood in front of Harry.
"Who are you?" He looked a little nervous. He vaguely guessed the true identity of this handsome young man, but he still didn't want to believe it.
"Severus, long time no see."
The handsome young man showed an intriguing smile.
At the same time, his extremely handsome facial features gradually became distorted, and his ebony-black hair also faded away...
A moment later, a bald man with no nose and red eyes appeared in front of Snape.
This is Voldemort, the Dark Lord whose name must not even be mentioned!
Snape's pupils suddenly dilated and he bent down deeply.
While bending down and looking towards the ground, he quietly activated Occlumency to its maximum effect.
"Master, I have been waiting for you for eleven years!" He slowly raised his head, looked at Voldemort in front of him with a mixture of sadness, expectation and relief, and said seriously, "I never believed that you would just do that. Die, always believing that you will come back one day and lead us to rule the world again!"
Voldemort looked Snape up and down with his scarlet snake eyes, his expression intriguing, as if he was pondering the truth of Snape's words.
In fact, Voldemort dared to reveal his true face when he was far from his peak, not because of trust in his former right-hand man, but precisely because of distrust.
He didn't know which side Snape was on, or whether Snape held any grudge against him for killing Lily Potter, nor did he know why Snape gained Dumbledore's trust.
So Voldemort had to step forward to test him.
Because Voldemort has always understood how powerful Snape is, and also knows that he is not as easy to deal with as Quirrell. If Snape really delayed him until Dumbledore or Dracula arrived, I'm afraid he would miss the Philosopher's Stone.
Fortunately, at least for now, it seems that this former right-hand man has not completely betrayed him.
But just to be on the safe side, Voldemort wanted to test him more.
"You've been waiting for me for eleven years, right?" He showed a sinister smile and said coldly, "But how come I only know that you are being reused by Dumbledore, and you have never come looking for me in the past eleven years? And me?"
"Master, since you left, I have been lurking next to Dumbledore, preparing for your comeback." Snape lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Under Dumbledore's surveillance, it is difficult to find me. Go find your opportunity.”
"Really?" Voldemort said solemnly, "But I think Dumbledore trusts you very much. He even gave you the position of Dean of Slytherin."
"That's just because when you left, most of the wizards from Slytherin House were being tried by the Ministry of Magic." Snape explained calmly, "Under such circumstances, the reputation of the house is also extremely poor, Huo Gwarts rarely recruits Slytherin professors anymore."
"But I had already made plans to lurk in Hogwarts and became the only Slytherin professor at that time. After Professor Slughorn retired, I also became the only candidate for the dean."
Voldemort stared into Snape's eyes, and Snape did not give in, looking at him with extremely "sincere" eyes.
"Okay, very good!" Voldemort laughed suddenly, "I'm glad to have such a loyal subordinate like you, Severus."
His originally suspicious and probing eyes turned into expressions of satisfaction and relief.
"Then Severus, now I want to tell you, the first thing I need you to do for me after I return -"
Voldemort stretched out his hand and pointed at Harry who was unconscious on the ground.
"——Kill him for me and get the Philosopher's Stone." He said, "You will be my most powerful subordinate, above all Death Eaters!"
Snape's eyelids twitched without any trace, and he did not react immediately.
"Why, are you reluctant?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Or are you still obsessed with Lily Evans even after more than ten years?"
Snape's hand was hidden in his sleeve, and he subconsciously tightened his wand.
He knew that Voldemort didn't really trust him, and the relief and satisfaction on his face were just another layer of temptation.
"Do it, Severus!" Voldemort pressed forward step by step.
Snape turned to face Harry, his back to Voldemort, so that he could not see the pain on his face due to the confusion. The nails hidden in his sleeves dug deeply into the flesh, but he didn't notice it at all.
He looked at Harry lying on the ground, staring at the face that resembled James Potter - the face he hated and detested the most.
But he also knew that there was a pair of green eyes under the eyes of that face, which were the same as Lily's eyes...
He can't let Lily's son die here!
Could it be that...his lurking mission has ended before it even started?
Snape slowly raised his wand.
His hand was steady, but his heart was trembling, ready to turn the wand to Voldemort's position behind him in the next second!
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"Do what you have to do, and leave the rest to me." At this moment, a mellow voice sounded in his ears.
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Snape's eyes moved slightly. He easily identified the owner of this unique voice.
This is Dracula's voice!
He gritted his teeth and no longer hesitated.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The frightening green beam shot straight towards Harry who was unconscious on the ground. Voldemort, on the other hand, showed a truly relieved expression behind Snape.
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"boom--"
A heavy landing sounded in the room.
A thick black wooden board hit the ground hard, denting a large piece of the floor and blocking Snape's fatal spell.
The silver-haired figure walked out from behind the wooden board, curling his lips with interest.
"It's very lively!" He took out a blood-flavored lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then leaned on the board of his coffin, "Let me take a look, well, it seems that I Came just in time!”
Voldemort's originally relieved expression froze on his face.
"It's you again, Dracula!" he said through gritted teeth, while quietly pointing his wand at Snape.
Snape's expression immediately turned numb.
Seeing Snape's suddenly dull expression, Dracula was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed even more interestingly.
"Professor Snape, I haven't seen you for a while, why have you become so miserable?" He said with a half-smile, "A dean is actually controlled by the Imperius Curse. I feel ashamed for you."
Voldemort next to him breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the plan was going perfectly.
He used the Imperius Curse on Snape at the last moment, pretending that he was under the control of the Imperius Curse before casting the Death Curse on Harry Potter, so that he still had Dumbledore's trust and could continue to lurk. Possibly within Hogwarts Castle.
In this way, even if he did not get the Sorcerer's Stone this time, Snape, who had penetrated into the enemy, would still provide him with information, thereby gaining more opportunities to steal it.
Of course, he didn't know that Dracula actually saw the casting of the Imperius Curse, and also saw Snape's deliberate cooperation, and even watched the entire process of him testing Snape from beginning to end. It’s just that it’s too weak to expose...
But Voldemort didn't know that.
So he just nodded secretly and controlled Snape to attack Dracula.
On the other side, Dracula watched Snape raise his wand and pointed it at him, and laughed happily.
"boom!"
The next moment, Snape's figure was imprinted on the wall behind the Mirror of Erised, carving a humanoid mark...
"It's your turn next."
After dealing with the obstructive Snape, Dracula turned to look at the infamous Dark Lord whose name was even feared to be uttered.
"You are Voldemort, the mysterious man who must not even be named, right?" Dracula's eyes showed an extremely fiery light.
Since Dumbledore was unwilling to fight him, he could only have fun fighting with this dark wizard who was also at the top of the world.
The gloomy wooden wand was quietly held in Dracula's hand.
When Voldemort saw this scene, he also raised Quirrell's wand with a solemn expression.
"Confringo!"
Voldemort was the first to recite the spell.
However, the wand in his hand suddenly changed direction, and instead of shooting the explosive spell at Dracula, it hit the wall behind him.
A big hole was blown out of the solid wall in an instant.
"You can still miss it at such a close distance. Are you sure you are really the Dark Lord himself and not just a young wizard pretending to be a wizard?" Dracula sneered.
Voldemort listened to his wanton ridicule, his eyes were about to spit fire. If he didn't have a nose, he would probably have his nose crooked with anger.
When had he, the majestic Dark Lord, ever suffered such injustice?
"You will pay for your arrogance, Dracula," he said angrily.
Voldemort knew that with his current active state of soul body, there was no way he could be Dracula's opponent. So he did not hit Dracula with the explosive spell, but instead bombarded the wall of the room.
With this spell, the abandoned water pipe hidden behind the wall was instantly broken——
Then, a huge snake head came out of the big hole in the wall.
Dracula turned his head to look over curiously, and suddenly saw a pair of large and scary yellow eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly felt that his body became light and airy, and he had the illusion that he wanted to float away with the wind...
Voldemort saw the sight of Dracula and the giant snake looking at each other, and his hanging heart was completely relieved.
"What a pity, Dracula, I accepted the Philosopher's Stone." He laughed wildly, "Thanks to your arrogance and ignorance, you actually turned your head to look at the basilisk."
Voldemort looked like he was sure of victory and walked towards Harry's position.
However, the next moment he froze in place——
"Isn't this a basilisk raised by Salazar?" Dracula's voice whispered in Voldemort's ears. "Where did you get the confidence to think you could use it against me?"
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