Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Not long ago, at the entrance of Diagon Alley, two men in black robes met like a "coincidence".

Snape happened to see Harry Potter at the other end standing on the street with his godfather Sirius Black.

He suddenly stopped his body, then approached another man, bowed respectfully and humbly.

"Master." The man hurriedly greeted him at this moment, blocking Voldemort's sight.

"Oh? Severus?" Voldemort's tone under the cloak was slightly surprised, his eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't know what kind of emotions he had towards this subordinate.

"This is not the place to talk, how about another place, Lord Dark Lord? I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Snape looked around in a feigned panic, the sallow, sickly face Some urgency.

He humbly begged.

"As you wish." Voldemort looked at him carefully and said hoarsely.

When they reached the end of the hidden alley, the two used Apparition, and no one outside noticed what happened at the end of the alley.

The virtual space was twisted for a while, and the faint ripples were raised mysteriously, and the two suddenly appeared on the side of an old long street.

On the other side of the long street were rows of dilapidated brick houses whose windows looked dark and lifeless even in the daytime.

Rows of merchants are all closed, sparsely populated, like a completely deserted and lonely town.

A male worker covered in oil, carrying a motor on one hand and a wrench in the other, stared blankly at the two people who suddenly appeared in the air, and then felt that he might have been in the factory for a long time. Hallucinations occurred.

As soon as he released his hand, the heavy wrench slammed into the back of his foot, and the pain was so real.

But if it's a dream, why does it hurt?

He opened his mouth wide and pointed at the two in mid-air, trying to scream to attract the attention of others, attract more workers, and verify whether he had hallucinations.

Voldemort frowned, and wanted to kill the Muggle who was in the way.

It was just that Snape was one step faster than him, raising his wand, and with a dull sound of "dong", the Muggle worker fell in response.

Snape saved him,

Because Voldemort certainly doesn't bother to make up for the knife.

The cruel Dark Lord doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people.

In fact, Snape didn't care too much, but he didn't want to make a mess.

This is Kirkworth, a somewhat desolate town in England, surrounded by half-working factories, a filthy river and an abandoned mill with a big chimney.

The conditions here are terrible, and many miles away, the river is meandering, overgrown with weeds and rubbish. A gigantic chimney, the relic of an abandoned mill, stood high, eerie and ominous. There was no sound, only the black sour water whimpering, and there was no sign of life, only a lean fox sneaking down the bank, sniffing hopefully a few fried fish and fried potatoes in the deep weeds piece of wrapping paper.

This is the place where Snape lived since he was a child. Even after so many years, it still looks old. Maybe the local government has abandoned it.

There is only one cramped living room in his house, which feels like a dark, soft-walled prison cell. A few walls were filled with books, most of them in old black or brown leather covers; a frayed sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table were huddled next to each other. This place has a desolate and desolate atmosphere, and it seems that it is usually uninhabited.

Hogwarts was Snape's second "home".

After the person he loves dies, he will not be willing to start a family with any other woman.

After hauling a fairly neat chair for Voldemort, Snape stood stiffly beside Voldemort like an old dead tree, perhaps waiting for him to vent his anger.

After all, it seems that he is also a member of the "traitor". When he fell, he took refuge in Dumbledore and survived, avoiding Azkaban's prison.

"I don't really want to doubt your loyalty. At least you can appear in front of me now, and I should give you enough trust." Voldemort did not criticize him.

This is extremely rare for him who is cruel by nature.

Maybe it's because Snape still has a very high use value for him, or maybe it's because he lacks a capable person who can help him now.

Snape was impeccable and irreplaceable, both in terms of strength and his position beside Dumbledore.

He can provide himself with a lot of information.

Whether it's true or not is even more unknown.

Of course, with this man's conceit, he wouldn't think that someone could deceive him face to face.

"Okay, let me think, what can you do for me?"

Snape still had that deadly expression on his face, quietly waiting for Voldemort's order.

"I need to get the full prophecy, it's very important, Severus." Voldemort glanced at Snape before him, the Potions professor who came to join him.

He didn't believe at all that Snape really joined Dumbledore, it was just a human instinct to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage, even he was the same.

Let's see, a person who is suitable for walking under the dark night, after his return, even if the form is not clear, he can't wait to return to his command.

It seemed to him that it was Snape's instinct.

He had never known this man, and his extremely confident Legilimency was perfectly concealed. With his inner pride, this was impossible.

And feeling the scorching heat of the Dark Mark, Snape found the Dark Lord.

The Dark Mark doesn't just come into play when Voldemort summons his subordinates, but the Death Eaters can also feel the Dark Lord's emotions when his emotions are in violent swings.

Either joy or rage.

That's why Snape was able to find the Dark Lord.

"The last failure, maybe because I got an incomplete prophecy, I was too impatient, now, I need to get more accurate information, I know you have a way, Severus, right? "Voldemort sat steadily in front of Snape, his pale slender fingers tapped the armrest slowly, and then made his request.

This is another of Voldemort's dedicated goals.

"Master, I'll try my best to find out." Snape bowed and said respectfully.

Few know what the surging undercurrents of Diagon Alley and Spider's End mean on the eve of Hogwarts.