Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

In the snow.

A man and a woman in black robes stood facing each other.

"Severus, are you the only one here?" Bellatrix stood on tiptoe, trying to see through Snape's back. "No one else?"

Snape sneered: "Anyone else? Who else should there be?"

Bellatrix tilted her head to look at him: "Harry Potter, for example, or Dumbledore?"

Snape raised his wand and pointed it at her: "Bella, I doubt you've become more stupid in Azkaban."

"A fellow with nothing but honey on his mind."

"A fellow named Potter."

"I brought them here? Why, a Snape-haters party?"

Bellatrix scowled, and her tone became serious: "Snape, watch your tone, don't forget who you are talking to."

"With a lost dog who just escaped from Azkaban?" Snape refused to budge, "Bella, you are not who you were more than ten years ago, and I am not what I was more than ten years ago."

"Snape." Bella raised her wand too.

With a slight wave of Snape, the snow fell apart, and several vines jumped out and trapped Bella. She was tied up before she could react in time.

"I remember that you are a smart woman." Snape walked over, raised her chin with his wand, and said in a frivolous tone, "But why have you become more stupid after more than ten years?"

"Bella, Bella dear."

"Has your brain ever been shoved hard by a dementor?"

"I said, you are not who you were more than ten years ago, and I am not who you were more than ten years ago."

"Recognize the form."

Bellatrix looked at him in astonishment, this casting speed, this spell strength was completely different from the Severus Snape she knew before.

"Now take me to see the master." Snape flicked his wand, the snow rope collapsed, and Bella fell heavily, "Potter and Dumbledore have told me many things, and now the master needs me very much."

Bella bit her lip, raised her wand without nodding.

"Now, Severus, promise me, you didn't bring anyone here."

Snape didn't hesitate, his wand collided with hers: "Of course, I promise you."

The magic power is intertwined, forming a rushing upward light.

"Severus, promise me your loyalty to your master."

Snape sneered: "Bella, why did you forget what I just said, even the troll's mind can remember what happened a minute ago, but you can't?"

"My loyalty is judged by my master."

"Bella, can you make the decision instead of the master?"

Bella took a deep breath and didn't speak. She and Snape met and looked at each other. The cold, ebony eyes that fit the cold winter eroded her, making her subconsciously fear and subconsciously escape.

In his mind, the impression about Snape was gradually changing.

The gloomy, cynical junior who just graduated from Hogwarts no longer exists, has become mature and terrifying.

The youngest potions master.

As expected, the master had praised him as the most talented person among the Death Eaters.

"Severus, you've changed." Bellatrix took a deep breath.

"Nonsense." Snape spat, "Over ten years, even trolls will change, let alone me."

He moved his wand away.

The intertwined magic power slowly dissipated.

"Now is not the time to delay, take me to see the master."

Snape looked down at her with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at the slugs and grassworms displayed on the workbench.

Bella took a deep breath and got up from the snow.

Stepping aside, he stretched out his wand, and tapped lightly on the barrier that Snape couldn't see, the magic power flowed, and the barrier opened, revealing the dilapidated, snow-covered manor.

"Go in." Bella waved.

Snape followed in.

Walk through the courtyard, walk into the hall, go up to the second floor, and stop in front of a luxurious door.

"Master is inside, go in." Bella knocked on the door a few times, then whispered to the people behind her.

Snape opened the door and walked in.

He had been to the Malfoy mansion many times, but this was the first time he had entered the master bedroom.

The room didn't look like a bedroom, there was no bed, only a white porcelain pool that was piled up, filled with black lacquer liquid, and Voldemort was lying in it, with only a handsome head sticking out.

Hearing movement, he opened his eyes.

"Severus." Voldemort said in a slightly surprised tone, "It's good news that you're here so soon."

Snape walked up to him, knelt down by the pool, and kissed the edge: "My dear master, the servants will come as soon as they hear your call."

"You look very loyal." Voldemort closed his eyes again. "My dear godson, Barty Crouch Jr., the child who planned my resurrection, he said you are not trustworthy, what do you think?"

Snape nodded: "He's obviously got some brains."

"Before the most important thing, everything that may have unstable factors must be excluded."

"Obviously, I'm a very unstable factor."

Voldemort nodded: "Really?"

"But I'm angry," Snape said quietly. "He's questioning my loyalty to Master."

Voldemort said nothing.

Snape continued, "Of course, my loyalty is known only to the Master."

A smile curled up at the corner of Voldemort's mouth: "Your hand was cut off by Potter, why didn't you connect it?"

Snape replied without hesitation: "Waiting for your gift, master, the honor you bestowed is engraved on my left hand. My left hand was completely destroyed by Potter. If I connect it rashly, I will lose the honor you bestowed on me."

"All these years, by Dumbledore's side, you have remained loyal to me?" Voldemort took his still hand from the pool and rested it on the edge, "You are loyal, Severus"

Snape's expression remained unchanged: "Isn't it a matter of course for a servant to be loyal to his master?"

"All these years, I have always remembered the master."

"I am willing to give everything to my master."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said sharply, "Then kill Potter for me!"

"Master, I'm already doing this," Snape said softly.

Startled, Voldemort turned to look at him.

"Dumbledore and Potter have some trust in me." Snape explained, "They are willing to let me tutor Potter after class. Under my guidance, Potter is no longer taking ordinary potions, but taking a A drug with a larger dose and stronger effect, but with greater side effects and harm."

"From now on, even if he doesn't take another bottle, he won't live to be twenty-five years old."

"If he drank more, it would hasten his death."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows: "A special potion?"

Snape nodded, and took out a bottle of potion from under his robe—it was an improved version of Thunder Potion. He unscrewed the cap, and the smell and violent magic power gushed out, causing Voldemort's face to change slightly.

He could tell how terrible this potion was and how much damage it would cause to ordinary people's bodies.

A sip of it will cause huge changes in the internal organs.

"Potter really drank the poison?" Voldemort asked.

Snape immediately shook his head: "Of course, my dear master, it's not poison, but a potion with stronger effects. Last year Potter easily killed a dragon with it."

"Then Dumbledore" Voldemort announced a name.

Snape responded: "Dumbledore is much smarter than Potter, he wouldn't drink that potion."

"He won't suspect you?" Voldemort asked.

Snape took the potion back: "Of course not, this is Potter's request. He longs for a stronger and more effective potion. He longs for power."

"Master, you know that Gryffindor is a group of giants with empty brains, and Potter, as the son of James Potter, he inherited everything from his father, his appearance, eyes, and brain, and some talents , but stupid and arrogant Gryffindor."

Speaking of which.

Snape paused for a moment, slowing down his speech: "That's all I can do. After the last duel, Dumbledore has been wary of whether I will attack Potter again."

"And Potter, he does have some skills."

Voldemort's tone also slowed down: "No, this is enough, you are better than too many people, at least not enjoying life during my death, but still thinking about me, my dear Severus, I have to apologize to you for my godson, he shouldn't doubt your loyalty."

Snape lowered his head: "Master, not everyone can be as wise as you all the time."

Voldemort stepped out of the pool, naked before Snape's eyes: "Well, now look at my wounds, Severus, I believe in your ability as a master of potions."

Snape glanced away.

Some real injuries, some fake injuries.

He took out the potion, set it aside, then waved his wand and cast a spell to remove the obviously fake scars, but didn't say a word, as if Voldemort hadn't tried himself again.

Waited until night.

The poison on Voldemort's body was removed and his face became rosy again. He led Snape to the hall and summoned the remaining Death Eaters.

Not many people, only a dozen or so.

But without Barty Crouch Jr., it's...not all Death Eaters.

"What are you looking at, Severus?" Bellatrix squinted, squinting, "Are you counting heads?"

"I'm just looking for Crouch, the man who slandered my loyalty to my master." Snape replied bluntly.

Voldemort waved his hand: "My dear godson has other things to do. He is helping me prepare a huge surprise, a huge gift."

Speaking of which.

He glanced at Snape meaningfully, and said softly: "After Christmas, after the new semester, I will have some tricks against Hogwarts, Severus, you are the head of Slytherin house, when the time comes You have to cooperate with me well."

"Of course, your will is my life." Snape bowed his waist and replied solemnly.