"Well, after all, I have to do it myself."
The shadow of a handsome young man emerged from the black smoke that Qi Luo had transformed into, with a grim face.
He opened his hand, and Quirrell's wand that had fallen to the ground automatically flew into his hand. Then he pointed it at Harry who had fainted on the ground.
At this moment, a figure in a long black robe 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 was still unwilling to believe it.
"Severus, long time no see."
The handsome boy gave an intriguing smile.
At the same time, his extremely handsome facial features gradually became distorted, and his ebony-black hair gradually 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 cannot be mentioned!
Snape's vagina suddenly enlarged and he bent down deeply.
While bending down and looking at the ground, he quietly activated the brain-blocking technique 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 look of sadness, expectation and relief, and said seriously, “I never believed that you would die like that. I always believed that you would come back one day and lead us to rule the world again!”
Voldemort looked Snape up and down with his scarlet snake, his expression intriguing, as if he was pondering the truthfulness of Snape's words.
In fact, Voldemort dared to reveal his true face when he was far from recovering to his peak, not because he trusted this former capable subordinate, but precisely because he did not trust him.
He didn't know which side Snape was on, nor did he know whether Snape held a grudge against him for killing Lily Potter, and he didn't know why Snape had gained Dumbledore's trust.
So Voldemort had to step forward to test him.
Because Voldemort has always known Snape's strength, and he also knows that he is not as easy to deal with as Quirrell. If Snape really delays until Dumbledore or Dracula arrives, I'm afraid he will miss the chance to get the Philosopher's Stone.
Fortunately, at least for now, it seems that this former capable subordinate has not completely betrayed him.
But to be on the safe side, Voldemort wanted to test him a little more.
"You've been waiting for me for eleven years, right?" He smiled sinisterly and said coldly, "But how come I only know that you've been put to good use by Dumbledore, and you've never come to look for me once in these eleven years?"
"Master, since you left, I have been lurking beside Dumbledore, preparing for your comeback." Snape lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, "Under Dumbledore's surveillance, it is difficult for me to find an opportunity to look for you."
"Really?" Voldemort said grimly, "But I think Dumbledore trusts you very much. He even gave you the position of Headmaster of Slytherin."
"That's because when you left, most of the wizards from Slytherin College were being tried by the Ministry of Magic." Snape explained calmly, "Under such circumstances, the reputation of the college was extremely bad, and Hogwarts rarely hired Slytherin professors."
"But I had already made plans to lurk into Hogwarts and became the only Slytherin professor at the 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 at all, looking back at him with an extremely "sincere" look.
"Good, very good!" Voldemort suddenly laughed, "I am very happy to have such a loyal subordinate like you, Severus."
His originally doubtful and tentative look turned into a look of satisfaction and relief.
"So Severus, I'm going to tell you now, the first thing I need you to do for me when I return -"
Voldemort stretched out his hand and pointed at Harry who had fainted 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 slightly, but he did not react immediately.
"Why, you don't want to let her go?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Or, even after more than ten years, you still can't forget Lily Invance?"
Snape hid his hands in his sleeves and subconsciously clenched his wand.
He knew that Voldemort did not truly trust him, and the relief and satisfaction on his face were just another layer of temptation.
"Go ahead, Severus!" Voldemort pressed forward.
Snape turned to face Harry, with his back to Voldemort, so that he wouldn't see his painful expression due to the struggle. His nails hidden in his sleeves dug deep into his flesh, but he didn't feel it at all.
He looked at Harry lying on the ground, staring at the face that looked so similar to James Potter - that was the face he hated and loathed the most.
But he also knew that beneath that face were a pair of emerald green eyes, exactly like Lily's...
He couldn't let Lily's son die here!
Could it be that... his undercover mission ended before it even began
Snape slowly raised his wand.
His hands were steady, but his heart was trembling, ready to turn his wand towards Voldemort's position behind him in the next second!
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"Do what you should do, and leave the rest to me." Just then, 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 the voice of Dracula!
He gritted his teeth and stopped hesitating.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The terrifying green beam shot straight at Harry who had fainted on the ground, and Voldemort showed a truly relieved expression behind Snape.
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"boom-"
A heavy landing sounded in the room.
A thick black wooden board slammed heavily to the ground, creating a large dent in the floor and blocking Snape's deadly spell at the same time.
A silver-haired figure walked out from behind the wooden board, his lips curled up with interest.
"It's quite lively!" He took out a bloody lollipop that he had been craving for a long time from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then leaned against his coffin board, "Let me take a look, well, it seems that I came just in time!"
Voldemort's originally relieved expression froze on his face.
"You again, Dracula!" he said through gritted teeth, while quietly pointing his wand at Snape.
Snape's expression immediately became stiff and wooden.
Seeing Snape's suddenly wooden expression, Dracula was stunned for a moment, then he laughed even more amusedly.
"Professor Snape, how come you look so miserable after a while?" 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 when he cast the Killing Curse on Harry Potter, so that he still had Dumbledore's trust and had the possibility to continue lurking in Hogwarts Castle.
In this way, even if he did not get the Philosopher's Stone this time, Snape, who had infiltrated the enemy, would still provide him with information, thus giving him more opportunities to steal it.
Of course, he didn't know that Dracula actually saw the casting of the Imperius Curse, saw Snape's deliberate cooperation, and even watched the whole process of Dracula testing Snape from beginning to end. He just didn't expose it in a mean way...
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 towards him and laughed happily.
"boom!"
The next moment, Snape's figure was imprinted on the wall behind the Mirror of Erised, leaving a human-shaped mark...
"Now it's your turn."
After dealing with Snape who was in the way, Dracula turned to look at the infamous Dark Lord whose name people dared not even speak.
"You are Voldemort, the mysterious man whose name cannot be mentioned, right?" An extremely hot light appeared in Dracula's eyes.
Since Dumbledore was unwilling to fight him, he could only have fun fighting with this dark wizard who also stood at the top of the world.
The eerie wooden wand quietly rested in Dracula's hand.
When Voldemort saw this scene, he also raised Quirrell's wand with a serious expression.
"Thunder Explosion (go)!"
Voldemort cast the spell first.
However, the wand in his hand suddenly changed direction. Instead of shooting the explosive spell at Dracula, it hit the wall behind him.
A big hole was blasted out in the solid wall in an instant.
"You can still miss the target at such a close distance. Are you sure you are really the Dark Lord himself, and not a little wizard pretending to be him?" Dracula sneered.
Voldemort listened to his wanton ridicule with his eyes spitting fire. If he had a nose, it would have been crooked from anger.
When had he, the Dark Lord, ever suffered such injustice
"You will pay for your arrogance, Dracula," he said angrily.
Voldemort knew that he could never be a match for Dracula in his current state of soul, so he did not cast the explosive spell at Dracula, but instead hit the wall of the room.
With this spell, the abandoned water pipe hidden behind the wall was instantly broken—
Immediately afterwards, a huge snake head emerged from the big hole in the wall.
Dracula turned his head curiously and suddenly saw a pair of big, scary yellow eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly felt his body become light and fluttery, as if he wanted to float away with the wind...
When Voldemort saw Dracula and the giant snake looking at each other, he was completely relieved.
"What a pity, Dracula. I accepted the Philosopher's Stone." He laughed wildly. "Thanks to your arrogance and ignorance, you turned your head and looked into the eyes of the basilisk."
Voldemort walked towards where Harry was, looking confident of victory.
But the next moment he froze in place—
"Isn't this a basilisk that Salazar raised?" Dracula's voice quietly sounded in Voldemort's ears. "Where do you get the confidence to think you can use it against me?"
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