[HP]Two Snape

Chapter 72

Over the weekend, taking advantage of the headmaster's privilege, Snape approved Draco's going-out note, and Snape asked McGonagall to approve one for Harry.

Although they already know the secret of the golden egg, they just entered the period of passionate love, yes, the period of passionate love in the true sense, they still don't want to let go of any chance to get along.

So Snape went to book a hot spring hotel—unfortunately, this was seen by Snape, and Snape thought it was a good idea, so the reservation became four people, of course, they didn't plan to go to the four people together spa.

Each room has its own small pool, which is separated by a wooden fence and covered with vegetation, which has a special charm.

So, in various... um, um, and then the two couples respectively enjoyed the mermaid's beautiful singing underwater - and then exchanged a sweet and lingering kiss, under the night sky, ashamed of the peeping stars.

Time passed quickly, and the second round was also passed without any risk. Dumbledore arranged for Sirius to be taken to the bottom of the lake as Harry's most important person, and Snape was brought to the bottom of the lake as Draco's most important person. bottom of the lake.

There is Sirius and Harry's godfather relationship, and everyone has no association with the relationship between Draco and Snape...

Of course, Sirius didn't think about his cheap nephew and precious godson - it can be said that they were all abducted by "the same person".

This blow is too great, it is not suitable to tell him yet.

Of course, there were ulterior motives in keeping Sirius and Snape together.As the captain of the Auror patrol team, Sirius's temporary absence, of course, gave Barty Crouch Jr. the opportunity to arrange some things, and Snape just happened to be able to avoid Karkaroff's constant probing—now the future is unknown , maybe in the future he still needs to go... Well, let's not mention these annoying things for now.

In addition, from Dumbledore's point of view, Snape and Sirius at the bottom of the lake can also guarantee the safety of Draco and Harry. After all, they don't know whether Voldemort's lunatic subordinates will act in advance to ambush the savior at the bottom of the lake. snatch away.

Make sure to be fully prepared.

In the Black Lake match, there was no accident except that Fleur Delacour almost drowned due to leg cramps. Draco and Harry's performance was not as eye-catching as in the first match, but they just did their best. However, Klum got full marks from the judges for saving Fleur and her sister.

Snape thought that Draco and Harry had a higher score in the first game, but there was absolutely no need for them to compete for this score, because they both knew that the score of the two games was just to determine the order of entering the maze in the third game.

And it's not so safe to be the first to rush in.

Snape carefully calculated Draco's and Harry's points and rankings, and finally, when the third match started, Draco and Harry took the second and third entry respectively.

Fleur, who did not finish the second game, was the last to enter the maze.

In the plan appointed by Dumbledore, Harry first pretended to be captured, and then Snape went as the Death Eater who responded to the call, and Snape secretly protected-if they were lucky, they could take advantage of Harry's escape attack, Kill Nagini secretly.

All Draco has to do is to protect himself in the maze and lock the whereabouts of the fake Moody, Barty Crouch Jr., after Harry is taken away by the Goblet of Fire.

After the special training of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, the tests in the maze, which were obviously set up for teenagers around the age of 17, seemed not worth mentioning.

Harry quickly passed through the checkpoints and came to the rigged Goblet of Fire.

He glanced at Draco's hiding place, nodded slightly, then looked around again, there was no danger in sight.

Harry took a deep breath, reached out his hand resignedly, and took the handle of the Goblet of Fire.

There was a nauseating spin, and Harry felt like he was being tied up the moment he hit the ground.

Then, he was roughly pushed, and the back of his head hit the rough and hard stone pillar.

Harry gasped.

Damn, can't it be lighter!

Sure enough, it was Peter Duperou, the damn rat!Harry thought bitterly, as Merlin testified, he swore he would give the mouse a good job when it was all over.

"Oh... ha... ha... hey..." Peter made strange noises from time to time, he was very nervous and excited.

"What are you going to do!" Harry pretended to struggle, he couldn't show his feet now.

"Huh? Oh... um, hey." Peter set up the cauldron and successfully boiled the potion he wanted. With trembling hands, he pulled out a human bone from his arms and threw it into the cauldron.

"Father's bones..."

Peter muttered, holding a silver knife, swaying closer to Harry.

Harry gritted his teeth, and Peter cut him in the stomach.

The bushes next to the stone pillar suddenly moved.

Harry shook his head slightly, now is not the time to be impulsive...

Fortunately, Peter, who was immersed in excitement, did not notice.

"Oh..." Peter rubbed his hands, afraid that the blood poured in just now would not be enough, he tried hard, trying to get in the blood of Harry that was on his hands as well.

"The blood of the enemy, and..." Peter trembled, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement. "Servant's meat."

There was a flash of fear in Peter's eyes, but the knife in his hand seemed to be held by another person, and he cut off his wrist without hesitation.

Harry turned his head away and closed his eyes.

He should be thankful... It is "the blood of the enemy, the flesh of the servant" instead of "the flesh of the enemy, the blood of the servant", otherwise he is not sure if he will directly Avada Peter on impulse, and let those damn plans go to hell go!

Not surprisingly, Voldemort was resurrected in that disgusting cauldron.

This crazy and extremely egotistical man now has a chilling snake face, and he used to be such a perfect person, but now he caresses his newborn body indifferently and contentedly.

Trembling, Peter offered Voldemort's wand.

"I will reward those who are loyal to me..." Voldemort proudly took the wand offered by Peter, "I really miss it, but I will definitely have better ones..." Voldemort whispered, and then he gave Peter Dipp Lu reshaped a silver prosthetic hand.

Peter bent down gratefully and kissed the cape of Voldemort's robe.

"I will punish those who betray me." Voldemort grinned, "Now, come back, my servants..."

Harry watched as Voldemort pressed his wand against his wrist, and then, for a moment, many black cloaks appeared in bewilderment across the eerie wilderness.

They all wore masks, some with dust on them, some very clean—but they were all in good condition. After so many years, these Death Eaters didn't even dare to throw away this outfit at will, and some kept it secret. Hiding in the dark, not daring to throw it away or touch it, some people just wipe and maintain the mask, so that everything is as clean as new.

This way you can act like nothing happened.

The person he pretended to adore and follow never disappeared—as if he would be summoned at any time.

Voldemort made a circle in front of the trembling Death Eaters with a malicious smile, "Why, you didn't expect me to come back, did you?"

No one dared to answer, they all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe—except for one person.

"I know some of you... think that I'm dead... and won't come back, so you abandon your companions, deny the past, and live a life of leisure... The loyalty you keep saying is not as good as this one Stinky rat."

Voldemort walked slowly with his hands behind his back, frivolously picking up Peter's fat chin with his wand.

"What about you, Lucius... have you betrayed me?" Voldemort stood still in front of the only Death Eater who didn't bow his head. With a bit of blond hair peeking out from the cloak hat, one could easily guess the person's face. identity.

Voldemort had just touched Peter's wand and stabbed Lucius in the throat, Lucius backed away in disgust.

Lucius didn't know what mood he should be in. It seemed that he was feeling empty after being relieved, and there was also an inexplicable panic. He threw off the mask and hat on his head, looked straight into Voldemort's eyes, and answered tremblingly but firmly: "No, no, my master, my loyalty is always with you."

"But it was this mouse that found me... where were you at that time?" Voldemort squeezed Lucius' chin firmly, "Enjoying your wealth in your gentle hometown? Huh?"

"I'm preparing for my master's comeback." Lucius said neither humble nor overbearing.

The moment he saw Voldemort again, Lucius felt that no one could shake his decision. He was destined to continue to entangle with this man. He couldn't do without this man. disappear before him.

The anxiety in his heart made Lucius follow Voldemort's gaze extraordinarily hot.

But Voldemort didn't intend to pay attention to Lucius now, and now, he was more interested in the existence.

"Let me see, who is this..." Voldemort quickly walked towards the bound Harry.

"Harry Potter, the boy who lived..." Voldemort stepped forward, Harry looked away in disgust, damn it, Voldemort didn't bring Nagini!

"My dear boy who survived, you are amazing... Your blood revived me, then, the protection given to you by your dirty mudblood mother... can finally disappear..." Voldemort jumped The more excited he said, his pale and bony fingers tentatively poked Harry's forehead, and sure enough there was no burning pain. Voldemort waved his wand excitedly and loosened the rope on Harry's body.

"Then let's have a fair duel and see who is the one who survives this time..."

Harry, who was suddenly let go, couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground in a daze, bleeding profusely with the wound on his abdomen just now.

Now, let alone running away, Harry had trouble standing up—damn Peter Duperou!

Harry struggled palely, he really didn't expect this situation.

"Get up, Savior!" Voldemort kicked Harry's injured abdomen, and he roared excitedly, "Come on, let's have a fair duel..."

Harry struggled to get up, the pain was so severe that he almost bit his lower lip to bleed.

Harry's miserable but resolute refusal to shout out aroused Voldemort's sadism. He raised his wand and shot a Cruciatus Curse at Harry at a speed that made it impossible to dodge!

Harry was hit without any suspense

"Ah—" Harry roared in pain. Snape, who was hiding behind the stone pillar wearing an invisibility cloak, couldn't bear it anymore. It's too late to wait, not to mention that in the current situation, it is impossible for Harry to escape by himself.

Snape rushed forward, grabbed Harry and immediately Disapparated.

When Voldemort was still excited about successfully torturing the Savior, he never thought that Harry would disappear in front of him so suddenly.

"Who did it!" Voldemort roared, "Who else would know about this place? Which of you is a traitor?!"

All the Death Eaters took a step back in fear.

"Is there anyone who hasn't come?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes and surveyed the crowd.

"Report, report Master, it's S, Snape." A Death Eater replied tremblingly.

"Snape?" Voldemort squeezed his wand tightly...

However, the next second, Snape appeared in front of Voldemort wearing a black hooded cloak and a silver mask.

He knelt down in humility to show his submission. "Master, something happened to Dumbledore... so I was delayed for a while."

"Oh, really?" Voldemort wondered, is this time enough to apparate twice?

Snape just groveled and knelt down without any further excuses. Voldemort looked at Snape for a while, then suddenly cast a Cruciatus Curse on Snape, "Next time, don't be late, Severus."

"Yes." Snape gritted his teeth, trying not to let a moan escape his mouth.

"Go back...I want to let the entire magical world know that I'm back, ha, hahahahaha..." Voldemort turned his back, laughed and walked away.

Snape stood up tremblingly, gripping his wand tightly.

Damn it, it's only a minute away... Couldn't Snape take another minute?Now the plans are all messed up!

Originally, he should have just appeared in front of Voldemort when the savior was escaping, so that his suspicion of helping the savior escape was completely cleared...

Now, it fell short.

Snape used Occlumency to contain the anger and resentment that filled him.

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"Go back...I want the entire magic world to know that I contracted the Black Lake Fish Pond!" The domineering president Voldemort turned his back and walked away with a manic smile.

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