Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 440 434. Press 'F' to enter the tank?
Lucius walked directly to Snape's side. The meaning was very obvious - Snape belongs to me, Lucius, and you are not allowed to touch him.

"Lucius, step aside and let me kill this traitor."

Dolphin was still determined to cause trouble for Snape.

Such behavior already made Lucius impatient. He thought that the other party was extremely stupid: "Dolphin, you idiot! Severus is the person the master wants to see. In what capacity do you dare to stop him?"

It is true that most of the Death Eaters present were hostile to Snape, but even Antonin Dolohov did not take action when he saw Snape, and only Travers actually took action. and Dolphin, two reckless men.

Because even Dolohov knew that Snape was once one of Voldemort's most trusted subordinates, and even responded to Snape's requests. Since the other party dared to come to Voldemort at this time, there is a high probability is forgiven.

Looking at Lucius's appearance, Dolphin asked with some uncertainty: "Is this really what the master means?"

"Am I going to lie to you about this again?"

Lucius said very impatiently that just dealing with those demi-humans every day was already very annoying.

Do you expect Bella and the others to take charge of that group of subhumans?These matters are not all left to him, Lucius, to handle.

Then he stopped talking to Dolphin and turned to Snape: "Severus, go in quickly. The master has been waiting here for a long time."

Snape nodded to Lucius, then turned and entered the interior of the terrifying castle.

This place was originally a holy place for vampires. There was almost a coffin in every other room. It was a place where vampires liked to sleep. However, the Death Eaters had already thrown away all these coffins when they occupied this place.

No one, including Voldemort, had the habit of sleeping in a coffin.

Generally speaking, people with high status will choose to live in the highest part of the castle, just like rescuing a princess captured by the devil. Warriors can usually only fight to the death with the devil on the top floor.

It's just that Voldemort's habits are a little different. As a standard Parselmouth, he likes to be in dark and cold environments just like snakes.

So Voldemort's location is at the lowest level of the terrifying castle.

Voldemort was sitting in the middle of the basement, with Bella and Dolohov standing next to him.

"You are here, my dearest subordinate."

Voldemort stood up from his seat after seeing Snape, with a heartfelt smile on his face. He was really happy.

Snape's coming here means that the research he gave him before
finished.

"Master, this is the magic potion you asked me to copy."

Snape took out a test tube from his black robes and handed it to Voldemort.

"Great job."

Voldemort took the potion with a face full of relief, lightly traced the smooth and transparent glass bottle with his index finger, then uncorked the bottle and drank the liquid inside.

"Owner."

Before Bella and Dolohov could do it, Voldemort drank the potion.

Normally Voldemort would not trust anyone.

Unless he's good at it too.

Voldemort is also good at potions, and his level of potions is not low at all, otherwise he would not be able to complete those dangerous magical transformations alone.

"A very magical potion."

Voldemort closed his eyes and carefully experienced the magic of Bresta Potion: "It brought me a brand new experience."

"With the help of this potion, no wonder those Aurors were able to defeat my lovely servants." Voldemort also praised the magic of Bresta potion.

Many times you can only understand it by experiencing it yourself.

"Severus, my most trusted subordinate, how many of these potions have you made?"

Having tasted the benefits of Bresta Potion, Voldemort turned to Snape with burning eyes.

"As long as there are enough raw materials, I can make as many as you need."

Hearing Snape's reply, Voldemort smiled again, so happily that his teeth turned out: "Hehehehehe."

"Very well. Severus, you did very well."

At this moment, Voldemort's blood-red eyes seemed to have seen the future. The Ministry of Magic, bleeding like a river, surrendered to Hogwarts at his feet.

"Severus, I want you to make more of this potion, as much as you can, and make as much as you can. I will leave the materials to others, so you just have to concentrate on making them. "

Naturally, the materials were handed over to Lucius. Lucius was like a universal butler, taking care of everything in order, and he didn't need to worry about anything.

Now Voldemort has become accustomed to leaving everything to Lucius.

"We'll give those idiots at the Ministry of Magic in England a big surprise next year."

"Yes, Master."

Snape lowered his head and said respectfully. There was no focus in his eyes, as if they were a walking corpse, and they didn't even have the color they should have.

Occlumency.

For the rest of the time, Snape spent most of his time cooking potions in the Horrible Castle. When each potion was placed in front of Voldemort, he praised Snape fiercely in public.

But this time no one will provoke Snape again.
Travers lay in bed for a whole week, and finally he begged Snape to relieve it himself. During this period, he tried many treatments to no avail.

Never offend a potion master easily, especially one who is petty-minded.

At the same time, far away in Hogwarts, England, Dumbledore, who was discussing important matters with Fudge, finally appeared in front of everyone.

"I disappoint you. It's not a very famous wizard, but an old man like me who is responsible for teaching you. I hope you won't be disappointed."

As soon as Dumbledore appeared, he made everyone laugh with a few witticisms.

If Dumbledore is not a famous wizard, then perhaps no one in the entire wizarding world can be called famous.

"So Professor Dumbledore, what magic do you want to teach us?"

Someone from below asked.

"Magic? No." Dumbledore shook his head: "Basically, your Professor X has finished teaching everything that can be taught. Any more powerful magic will be dangerous."

"I won't teach you magic just yet."

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing Dumbledore's words.

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"Then what are you going to teach us?"

Hearing this question, Dumbledore smiled mysteriously at everyone.

"A very interesting spell-casting technique is an idea provided by Dudley. It can make you at least twice as strong."

(End of this chapter)