Chapter 205

"No problem," Harry said easily.

The answer was so crisp that Snape raised his head and looked into the other person's green eyes with suspicion.

"Did you make it yourself?" the professor said.

"Don't be ridiculous, Prefect Granger is sitting in the front row." Harry said, "It's nothing more than blending the magic power from Mediterranean herbs to fill the user's magic power."

This feeling is amazing.

You must know that Snape spent part of the time in Potions class giving instructions to Malfoy, or dealing with the quarrel between Harry and Malfoy, but after that group of people were kicked away by Nietzsche, his energy was naturally distributed On to other people.

At this time, Snape naturally discovered Harry's changes...the progress in potions...

"You're right, I don't think your Weasley friend can be of much help." Professor Snape agreed.

Ron wanted to refute, but he couldn't find any point to refute, because he couldn't help him with potions, and it was enough for Harry to help him now.

Are you kidding? Harry's teacher is Nietzsche!

Snape held the flask and pretended to watch, but in fact, he was thinking about the relaxed and happy Harry in front of him.

'Not stupidly Potter-like. ’ he thought to himself.

"Just give it a try." The professor twirled the potion bottle and threw it back absentmindedly.

Everything seemed to be on track at Hogwarts, which made Snape really want to go back to the afternoon more than ten years ago. A rather vicious thought came to his mind inexplicably--if those purebloods and Death Eaters were no longer there Slytherin would be great.

He just thought of this possibility without any warning:

If Dumbledore could stop thinking about Voldemort, if Slytherin didn't have so many Death Eaters, and if it could be as harmonious as it is now, then he and she probably wouldn't have...

So thinking about it this way, it seems that he doesn't owe Malfoy anything.

"You stay after class." Snape walked to Nietzsche's desk and said stiffly.

"Don't you need me to give you some time?" Nietzsche asked, as if he was the professor in this classroom. "I thought you needed to regret the departure of the son of your former friend for a while, for example... find a replacement. Taste."

"He is not a replacement!"

Nietzsche's words deeply hurt Snape's heart, as if someone had openly opened the bathroom curtain, causing him great humiliation.

"Then care about the living people, my dean." Nietzsche advised softly, "Since you understand that it is important not to have them, why do you still pretend that you care? Because of the order of the principal?"

"You know nothing about his plan!" Snape actually began to defend the principal.

"for example?"

"For example, have you ever thought about what would happen if Malfoy said something in the ear of the mysterious man? I would be exposed! Decades of hard work could be wasted overnight. We could have caused interference to the enemy... .”

Snape became more and more excited as he spoke, and the saliva bounced off his tongue between his yellow teeth.

"I don't need it," Nietzsche responded politely with a smile.

When he saw the professor licking his tongue due to the sudden interruption, he repeated it clearly: "I, no, need, need... all we need to do is to slowly eat away at Voldemort's army. ”

This is Nietzsche's principle - danger means uncertainty, and he dislikes situations that cannot be controlled.

Nietzsche was not sure whether Voldemort, the lunatic who split his soul and went crazy at any time, would suddenly become suspicious. Once suspicion arose, the undercover agent would have to pay more to fill the vacancy called 'loyalty'.

Besides, in terms of value, the value of Snape's life is the highest.

"So you..." Snape was in a daze.

"Fear is not a good motivator, only hope is." Nietzsche filled the potion with a spoon and handed it to the professor. "Enjoy your school now, okay? Speaking of which, Harry doesn't want to be his father."

From an outsider's perspective, Nietzsche was simply being checked for class work and coaxing the professor with the perfect energy tonic.

No need...these three typings hit Snape hard in the head.

He was no longer undercover, he could fully function as the Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin, and to be honest, he never thought he would have the chance to enjoy it at school.

But he suddenly thought of Nietzsche's words again,

"Potter doesn't want to be his father? What does that mean?"

As luck would have it, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Nietzsche quickly packed up his things and stuffed the brown paper covering the table into Hermione's schoolbag.

"Why do you, like Black, always think that Harry must 'want' or 'want' to be James? Why don't you ask? Lupine talked a lot about you during the summer vacation." Nietzsche's look Said oddly.

A group of people lined up at the entrance of the underground classroom, scrambling to rush back.

Among them, Nietzsche also heard Harry showing off his today's results to his friends: because Malfoy was 'fired' from the Ministry of Magic, he was in a good mood and did not make any mistakes when preparing the potion.

"Look at it this way, potions are not that difficult. The mistakes in making them before must be because I was always asked to help Malfoy prepare materials." Harry boasted.

"Don't be too happy too soon." Hermione couldn't help but say.

"Why, those pure-blood bastards have been driven away, what else can happen?" Ron looked at Nietzsche with admiration.

"I'm talking about Harry." Hermione patted Harry's shoulder earnestly, her tone full of pity, and she said, "Without Malfoy, Professor Snape will enjoy life."

These words made Harry's scalp tingle, and he subconsciously bent his back and lowered his head.

"Is he going to cause trouble for Malfoy?" he asked anxiously.

"No, it may be worse than that." Nietzsche felt that it was not quite accurate, and added, "But it's not bad for you."

To be honest, Nietzsche was also very curious about what would happen between Harry, who was eager to be recognized, and Professor Snape, who was tentative and guilty.

Chapter 330 Voldemort: Something is wrong, very wrong

Voldemort was very depressed. Although he was resurrected as planned, the current situation was not much better: he had no place to stay, and his Death Eaters were depressed all day long.

Something is wrong. He is the famous Voldemort. He should not be afraid of the magic world, right? Why do his subordinates look as ugly as if their sons have died... Oh, come to think of it, some of them are indeed dead.

This is the suburbs of England, a house protected by the Fidelius Charm located by the sea. It is so remote that it takes more than half an hour to ride a broom to the nearest Muggle town.

The light in the house is very dim, and the smell of fish is everywhere, which makes Lucius Malfoy, who is crawling on the carpet, very uncomfortable.

"Master, our strength is not enough to start a war." Malfoy turned his head and could still see the photos of the owner of the house and fishing gear hanging on the wall. His pupils began to dilate and his mind began to wander.

This Muggle is dead... Of course he is dead. Could he go to the ancestral home of the Death Eaters?

The ancestral home used to exist, but since Nietzsche took control of the Ministry of Magic, the family property of other pure-blood families has been completely seized. Fudge wanted to dig out the foundation.

"What about the werewolves? Didn't I order Fenrir to expand our army?" Voldemort said lazily while leaning on the sofa.

"Wolfsbane is very effective when combined with your poison. We have caused a lot of unrest." Fenrir, who was hairy, paused for a moment, and his voice began to tremble gradually, "But then..."

"Huh?"

"But then the number of successful transformations of werewolves became less and less... I don't know, Master! I promise to do everything according to your instructions... Maybe someone has found an antidote."

The Death Eaters looked at each other. They all knew how powerful Voldemort's potion ability was, and the other party's body was the most powerful proof.

But who can surpass this lord in potion science? This... this madman?

"Antidote? But I remember that I didn't hear about the wolfsbane antidote when I killed Damocles Belby." Voldemort stroked the python that climbed up from the handrail and said softly, "Looking at the entire British wizarding world, only Snape has this ability."

Hearing this name, Malfoy began to focus his eyes like a camera.

Narcissa Malfoy knelt beside her husband, her hand against the rough carpet, slowly pressing on the back of Lucius's hand to comfort him.

"It can't be him, maybe those two little mudbloods... Draco said their potion results are excellent, and they are excellent enough to make Snape look at them differently." Narcissa took a deep breath and said firmly.

In fact, she didn't know whether Snape was related to the wolfsbane antidote. Even if he was, she had to clear Snape of suspicion.

But at this moment, a crazy woman broke into the house. She ignored the group of Death Eaters who dared not act rashly, ran to Voldemort's feet with bare dry feet, and kissed his hand devoutly.

Narcissa was very familiar with this person, because that was her sister - Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Sissi~ Guess what interesting thing I found?" Bellatrix twisted her waist and threw a torn copy of the Daily Prophet to the ground, "Snape betrayed the Dark Lord!"

Mrs. Malfoy couldn't dislike this newspaper that she didn't know which trash can it was from, but when she looked down, the content inside almost made her faint.

The whole report inside said: 'Malfoy's only heir was identified as a potential Death Eater...will be sent to the Ministry of Magic Investigation Team for investigation...'

"I said he was unreliable a long time ago, I guessed it when he was thinking about a dirty little mudblood!" Bellatrix looked at her sister's panic and boasted proudly.

Narcissa and Lucius felt choked up when they saw their son in the photo.

They had only one idea-to rescue Draco Malfoy.

Of course, it was impossible to attack the entire Ministry of Magic with only two people, and Voldemort had no reason to attack the Ministry of Magic for the Death Eaters, and was once again exposed to Dumbledore's vision.

Under the cold eyes and ridicule of others, Lucius eagerly thought of a way: to give Voldemort a reason to attack the Ministry of Magic.

"Master, this is a good opportunity." He looked at Fenrir on the side with contempt, pretending to be fierce and said, "We can use Draco to sneak into the Ministry of Magic, get the prophecy, and even take over the Ministry of Magic."

"I said, the prophecy is no longer useful." Although Voldemort said so, he still lowered his snake face.

The other Death Eaters didn't understand what they were talking about and could only count the footprints on the carpet in silence.

The prophecy is something that Voldemort once wanted to get. It contains the truth of 'the savior's victory over the Dark Lord'. It is said that whoever can see the future can change everything.

"But we can't guarantee whether the prophecy will also be changed." Lucius Malfoy said honestly. "Maybe Dumbledore understands the future direction and can...press us into this situation."

Of course, he had never been interested in prophecies. He was mainly interested in Voldemort.

And this is indeed the case. After Voldemort was resurrected, he doubted his own judgment more and more, as if he was always being led by the nose. He couldn't see the end of the future and was very unfamiliar with everything that was to come:

In his impression, Muggles don't know magic; Dumbledore doesn't catch Death Eaters and just kill them indiscriminately...

The fear brought by the unknown makes Voldemort even more impatient. He must know the prophecy, know the future, and change the future.

"Bold!" Bellatrix raised her finger and pointed at Malfoy with sharp nails. "The Dark Lord was not suppressed. It was your stupidity and weakness that led to the current situation!"

"Yeah, yeah." Lucius nodded perfunctorily.

No matter what this Bellatrix said sarcastically, he agreed with it without any reason... Who would have trouble with a madman.

It must be said that Lucius's reasons spoke to Voldemort's heart. The Dark Lord's greatest fear was death, and he was also afraid that everything he owned could be taken away by others, just like Dumbledore back then.

"Okay, let's hear how our Lucius entered the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort persuaded Bellatrix who was screaming and cursing.

So Malfoy pointed at Broderick Bode, who was holding Draco hostage, and said, "I know this mute man. I was a colleague of August Lukewood, who was working as an internal agent at the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort's eyelids rolled up, and within five seconds, a man at the back of the room rolled and crawled towards Malfoy.

"Yes, that's him, I recognize him." Lukewood read the newspaper consciously and confessed truthfully.

"So we can completely use the Imperius Curse to control Baldur..." After receiving the response, Lucius continued before taking advantage of the Dark Lord's nature, "The Silent People have their own system and will not be manipulated by anyone. People doubt their identity.”

This perfect answer gave Voldemort no reason to refuse. Everyone held their breath and waited for the order under the neighing of the python and the flattery of the mad woman.

Malfoy desperately called to the Dark Lord in his mind, hoping that he would agree to this plan.

Finally, Voldemort spoke up: "You want to use this opportunity to rescue your son? You are so young... Bellatrix, put the newspaper closer and let me take a look... Yes, I like it very much." His eyes."

"Draco is of great use, Master. You know, Dumbledore always likes the magic theory of 'love'."

"You are very smart, Malfoy. You can obviously use Baldur to rescue your son privately, but you always like to find a valid reason for your actions. But I like... You are right, Draco is of great use." Voldemort said with a smile.

Although this was a warning, it also meant that he had agreed, so the Malfoys breathed a sigh of relief.

However, this is just a small method that Nietzsche Holmes learned from several lives and deaths: Only by actively exposing part of your actions can you better guide the enemy to take the bait... Learned from Moriarty

Chapter 331 Christmas is gradually collapsing

While Voldemort was gathering his men to discuss how to sneak into the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts on the other side was preparing this year's Christmas decorations and an avalanche of homework in the snow.

As the holidays approach, Hermione's work becomes more and more heavy. She needs to maintain communication with her parents and supervise Peeves at the same time.

Harry's situation was even worse. He had to go to class during the day, patrol the corridors during breaks, and at night he had to undergo Professor Snape's... well... Nietzsche was willing to call it a 'knowledge check'.

"I really hope that I can go back to Sirius's house this holiday, but it's a pity that I can't." Harry took part in the last applied magic class before Christmas and said angrily, "Snape actually said that I want to learn something really useful?"

"Isn't that great? He's helping you." Nietzsche said,

"But why does he want to help me so brazenly now?"

Obviously, Harry didn't want to accept this favor. He just wanted to tell Snape: You are wrong.

They followed the others into the swing door, and soon the spacious basement was filled with the sounds of various spells and the buzzing sound of lightsabers.

Throughout November after Malfoy and others left school, Hogwarts fell into peace. Because some unnecessary fights were avoided, everyone devoted most of their energy to studying.

And under the guidance of Quirrell, a new batch of wizards came out:

The Army of Gentlemen will not only chant a few silly curses, but will use the essence of magic to fight, and will fight hand-to-hand when necessary...

At this time, Daphne and Hermione came in, and the two girls rushed to him nervously.