[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The party is over. The Death Eaters kissed the hem of their master's robe one by one and left respectfully. Lucius stood beside him like an excellent butler, guiding the guests to exit.

But the Dark Lord was still sitting at the table, looking at the empty seats on both sides of the long table with an unpredictable expression.

The absent-minded Harry was taken upstairs to rest by Narcissa gently but forcefully. The crow flew down with fluttering wings, and he stuffed the diary somewhere.

Tom wanted to follow Harry up, but Nagini wrapped her legs around him.

"Excuse me," Tom yawned, "My dear Miss Nagini, as a minor wizard, I think it's time for me to go to bed."

The Dark Lord glanced at him and said pointedly: "I thought you would be more willing to stay and meet people you know."

"Why," asked Tom, "is there anyone else coming today?"

He smiled so sharply that he showed his sharp fangs and asked maliciously, "Is it Principal Dumbledore?"

"I have a different opinion on that," the Dark Lord replied, pointing to some empty seats on the long table, as familiar as if the Death Eaters were still sitting there, "There are six less Eaters tonight. Dead Apostles. Three died for me, and one has no courage to come back..." The Dark Lord sneered, "He will pay the price. One is still my most loyal servant, and he has returned to my service."

"I guess it's that Mad-Eye Mr. Moody," Tom tested him.

But the Dark Lord just looked at him with a half-smile.

"And the last one," the Dark Lord said, stroking his wand, "I think he has left me forever. I would like to see if he has the courage to come back, and...why he came back."

Tom's heart sank, he had already guessed who the Dark Lord was referring to. Besides, he did not see Professor Snape at the dinner just now.

Tom silently pulled out a chair and sat down. The house elf hiding beside him diligently filled a cup of milk tea for him.

"Change to hot milk." Tom flicked the cup and ordered.

The cunning Malfoy couple used one excuse to send Harry upstairs to rest, and the other found a reason to see him off. Neither of them ever returned. The crow blatantly ate two ice cream balls, and when he wanted to eat the third one, he was stopped by Tom - "Do you remember that you are a crow? Can your stomach handle it?"

The crow was unhappy and slapped him with its wings. It screamed and jumped around his outstretched arm and wanted to eat, but the Dark Lord stopped it. So the crow flew away unhappy. In the huge banquet hall, apart from Nagini who was eating the lamb alive in the corner, he was the only one left, holding a milk glass, half awake and half asleep, and waiting at the long table with the Dark Lord, digging in and out. Eat with dessert. 7K妏揩

It didn't take long to wait. Probably the banquet itself had already taken a lot of time. The search for the missing golden boy at Hogwarts was fruitless, and the Dark Mark called again. Snape and Dumbledore would naturally come to the Dark Lord after discussing it. Test it out.

Snape was wrapped in his cloak and stood outside the iron gate of Malfoy Manor. The dark fabric made his face paler than usual, and his cold black eyes shone with a strange light.

He raised his left arm and passed through the iron gate like a puff of smoke. His old friend Lucius did not appear, just as any Slytherin who assesses the situation should do - only he proved his loyalty in front of the Dark Lord and successfully escaped under the Dark Lord's wand. Only a friend would smile and entertain him warmly as if nothing had happened.

After all, there is no need to waste friendship with the dead.

The only sound in the entire Malfoy Manor was the rustling of the leaves in the night wind. It was dark and only a few windows in the distant mansion were lit.

But he was used to walking alone in the dark.

Snape strode towards the mansion, stepped on the gravel path and entered the foyer. Following the guidance of the hot and painful Dark Mark on his arm, he walked to a heavy wooden door. After a slight pause, he turned the bronze handle. .

The blazing fire burning in the gorgeous marble fireplace illuminated the room. Sitting in front of the elegantly decorated long table was the ferocious-looking Dark Lord. Next to the Dark Lord, the Gryffindor student who had disappeared for more than half a year was yawning. Scooping the pudding and eating it, it was as if the Dark Lord's notoriety and appearance had not affected his appetite.

Snape didn't expect that there were other people here - mainly this other person was his student, which made his move of kneeling down and kissing the Dark Lord's robe seem less smooth - especially when Tom suddenly saw his actions. He coughed shockingly, and while he was coughing, he pulled on the Dark Lord's sleeves. He looked like he was about to choke to death on pudding and was in desperate need of help.

Dark Lord: "..."

Snape: "..."

Tom: "Ahem!"

He was really surprised! Although I had seen other Death Eaters behave in such a humble manner before, I didn't recognize them. The only one I knew was Malfoy, who cunningly escaped the salute. In addition, Professor Snape is usually cold, arrogant and venomous. Who knew that when he needs to lower his head, he can just press himself into the dust?

The Dark Lord unabashedly rolled his eyes and moved his fingers. The invisible force field impacted Tom's chest and abdomen, forcing him to spit out the pudding he had choked.

"Idiot." The Dark Lord said, commanding a square towel to fly up and throw it at his face angrily, "Wipe it off."

Snape knelt before the Dark Lord without looking back, clearing his mind once again.

"It's been a long time," the Dark Lord looked down at Snape, "Severus." He said slowly, "The last time we formally met was thirteen years ago. You knelt in front of me like this at that time. , begging me to keep that woman’s life…”

Snape listened calmly, but Tom looked away hesitantly - it felt so weird, listening to the elders' gossip in front of them.

"Why, are you trying to repeat the same trick today, begging me to keep that woman's only son alive?" the Dark Lord asked with a sneer.

Harry Potter is still alive. While thinking, Snape cleared his mind and quickly answered the Dark Lord's question: "Master has his own arrangements, it is not my turn to talk too much."

The Dark Lord looked at him condescendingly. Snape looked at his face impassively, recalling his resentment towards Potter, and allowed the Dark Lord to rummage through his mind.

When he felt that the Dark Lord's movements had slowed down a bit, he immediately brought the topic back to the area he had prepared: "I should have welcomed the master's return as soon as possible, but thinking about the task that the master has given me, I still waited for arrangements there. I came here when it was ready. I was late, Master."

"I'm really touched by your loyalty, Severus." The Dark Lord carefully adjusted his direction and aimed his wand at Snape, exerting more psychological pressure on him. "In the past ten years, you are the only one who has been loyal. "You are always thinking about my mission," he said in a sinister tone, "I thought you had naturally taken refuge in the merciful Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore has never been merciful to Slytherin, Master." Snape said sincerely, after spending all these years under a crazy, whimsical headmaster who also randomly gave Gryffindor points. The resentment of working endlessly was turned over in his mind and showed to the Dark Lord.

He said, and glanced at Tom pointedly, wondering why the Dark Lord let a child stay here.

Although it is incredible that this child can survive under the Dark Lord for more than half a year and seems to be doing well. But when it comes to spies, doesn’t it sound unreliable for an underage wizard to listen? Or is it that one of his students was deliberately placed here to further stimulate his psychological defense?

Snape carefully cleared his mind again.

"Should I avoid it?" Tom finally reached the steps, grabbed his milk glass and happily prepared to leave. Sitting next to the Dark Lord, watching his teacher kneeling on the ground, he could be executed at any time. Even though he knew the other person's identity, he still watched the other person's performance with fear. He was also afraid that the final flaw would be revealed in his own expression...

It's better to avoid it quickly.

"You don't need to avoid anything," the Dark Lord stopped him, "Sit down."

"Severus Snape was originally just a half-blood living in a dirty corner of the Muggle world," the Dark Lord pointed at him contemptuously and said to Tom, "I dug him up and promoted him , trained him... Now this is the youngest potion master in the magic world, a double agent who can bravely fool the black and white devil at the same time..."

"But if you think I'm as easy to fool as that old confused Dumbledore," the Dark Lord's eyes lit up red, "you've got the wrong idea, Severus. Cut out the bones!"

Snape crouched on the ground tremblingly, biting his lower lip to keep from screaming. He was able to stand out from the crowd of Death Eaters and crawl to the side of the Dark Lord at a young age, naturally not just because of his talent in potions. The dark nature hidden in his heart allowed him to quickly get close to and understand the Dark Lord's temperament - his moody master simply looked down on those obedient and trembling servants, and when torturing others, his screams and struggles would only further arouse aroused his violent interest.

Tom changed his sitting position slightly - he didn't feel very comfortable, but it was obvious that speaking to try to dissuade the Dark Lord would only bring him into trouble.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord stopped before his patience reached the bottom.

"Very well, Severus, it seems you have not forgotten the virtue of obedience." The Dark Lord said lazily.

Snape rested his forehead on the cold marble floor, trembling and slowly calming his breathing.

"Now, feel free to convince me, otherwise I think Nagini might not mind adding some midnight snacks."

Nagini, who was full from the lamb, hissed in protest. The Dark Lord pretended not to hear.

"I have nothing to say, Master." Snape straightened up, his face pale, not avoiding the Dark Lord's scrutiny. He knew very well that even if he spoke perfectly today, the suspicious Dark Lord would never dispel his suspicions. In fact, no words can compare to his obedient attitude and useful identity.

So he simply didn't explain.

"You can tell at a glance whether someone is loyal or traitorous; whether to kill or to be useful, you can decide with a single word. Thunder, rain, and dew are all God's grace, and there will be no complaints."

Snape even openly removed the Occlumency, betting that his master would not come in to search again - if he really wanted to seriously identify loyalties one by one, his Death Eater colleagues would probably be there. All must die. The Dark Lord is not a master who cares very much about the petty thoughts of his subordinates. Voldemort, who was born in Slytherin, understands that it is normal for his subordinates to be quick-thinking - otherwise Malfoy would be the first to die of infidelity.

The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters all know very well that the Dark Lord's supreme power stems from his unstoppable power. So when he was weak, he didn't dare to call his servants at all. Similarly, when he returned, he was also sure that his servants would put away their petty thoughts and continue to unite under the Dark Mark. Down.

The Dark Lord put away his wand and chuckled: "Slytherin."

Everyone present understood that this qualification review was over.

"Tell me, what mission did Dumbledore give you?" the Dark Lord asked, waving his hand to indicate that Tom could leave.

He said that he didn't need to avoid it, but when there was no need to kill the chicken for the monkey to show, and when it came to practical things, he told him to go away... Tom pouted, holding his milk glass in one hand, picking up Nagini and heading upstairs Go up - he still remembered what Lockhart had said before about the problem between Snape and the snake. For safety's sake, it was better to take the snake away together.

Nagini was coiled up well when she was suddenly picked up by Tom. She was stunned for a moment and opened her mouth unhappily, pretending to bite him.

Tom rubbed Nagini's snake head with his chin perfunctorily, comforting it: "Okay, okay."

Nagini broke away from his hand and swam up the stairs, slapping Tom's calf gently with her tail.

Snape watched the actions of Tom and Nagini with his peripheral vision, and after confirming that they were just having fun, he mentally scored fifty points from Gryffindor. Then he withdrew his gaze, only to meet the Dark Lord's scrutinizing gaze. Eyes.

"You do care about the child, Severus," the Dark Lord said jokingly.

"I venture to guess that there is some use for you in keeping that child, Master." Snape replied in a low voice.

"Of course, of course." The Dark Lord seemed to be in a good mood and smiled, "I will send the child back to school next school year, and I will still need your care then, Severus."

"I don't understand what you mean, Master," said Snape. "You mean to send him back to Hogwarts?"

The Dark Lord stopped talking. He pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Sit down and talk. I want to hear how you persuaded Dumbledore."

Snape obeyed his master's orders, silently taking the Dark Lord's words to heart.