69novels Chapter 91 I've Found You, the Boy Who Survived
Chapter 91 I've Found You, the Boy Who Survived
Chapter 91 I've Found You, the Boy Who Survived a Miraculous Calamity (Second Update of 10,000 Words Daily)
A flash of lightning struck Snape's mind, jolting him awake from his leisurely days.
Since the Dark Lord disappeared, he hadn't encountered a situation that was almost suffocating him like this in a long time.
He was absolutely certain that the voice was the Dark Lord's voice.
The voice of the wizard who killed Lily!
Almost instinctively, Snape activated Occlumency, categorizing everything in his mind.
The brain shut-off procedure does not completely shut down the brain; it is just a name that is easy to understand, like a disarming spell.
Organizing the information in one's mind into categories, like drawers, and opening them up for the mind-stealer to choose from, is the essence of the brain-sealing technique.
I can show you what I want you to see.
Besides that, everything about me is hidden in an invisible corner; even if you search my soul, you won't find anything.
That's exactly what Snape did. He hid his love for Lily in the deepest part of his mind, like the sand in the deepest part of the ocean, where no one could see it if he wanted to.
Sloan closed his mind, then turned around abruptly to look directly at Professor Kiro in front of him.
No, he was actually looking at the shadow of the Dark Lord.
"Severus, long time no see," Voldemort's voice came from behind Quirrell's head, tinged with a cat-like chuckle. "Why have you been doing so well since I disappeared?"
When confronted with the Dark Lord's questioning, Snape's first thought was that the Dark Lord's power had diminished.
Otherwise, what awaits him now would not be such a gentle greeting, but a deadly curse with a green glow.
"It's to find you." Snape mustered his courage and uttered the lie he had prepared for eleven years. "The only person in this world who can rival you is Dumbledore. Only by staying by his side can I find you."
"Prove that you haven't betrayed me." Voldemort's statement was simple and direct.
He controlled Quirrell to slowly turn around, then looked directly into Snape's eyes with his colorless eyes.
As a Legilimency master on par with Dumbledore, Voldemort was always extremely confident in his abilities.
He didn't believe anyone could truly deceive him.
Thus, Voldemort saw everything he wanted.
Snape frantically searched for him, and finally, under Dumbledore's suspicious and disdainful gaze, took over the responsibility of teaching Potions.
He even saw memories from the previous two months.
In the tower, Snape is interrogated by Quirrell. He rolls up his sleeves to reveal the Dark Mark, proving that he has never betrayed Quirrell.
These scenes caused Voldemort to ponder for a moment.
He needed more evidence to prove Snape's loyalty to him.
But similarly, he now has more to do.
"Once a month, Snape, we'll meet here again."
Voldemort spoke silently, as if he had given Snape his complete trust.
But both Snape and Voldemort knew that this was just the beginning.
Building trust takes a long time, but destroying it only takes a moment.
As for now—
"Go back to Dumbledore and hold him off." Voldemort slowly issued his cruelest command, testing Snape's loyalty, "until I kill that boy."
That boy?
Snape turned his head sharply and saw Harry and Malfoy running frantically through the Forbidden Forest.
The two young wizards were not foolish wizards; once they realized something was wrong, they ran as fast as they could.
Snape stared intently at Harry's back, at the back that looked exactly like James's, and at those green eyes that were exactly like Lily's.
For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
"Do what you have to do, Snape." Voldemort's voice was cold and resolute, instantly shattering all of Snape's illusions.
But he still didn't want to move.
Just then, Harry, who had split up and was running away, stumbled and pulled something out of his pocket.
The next second, the young wizard vanished from Voldemort and Snape's sight before everyone's eyes, as if he had escaped the pursuit of death.
It's an invisibility cloak!
Snape didn't even wait for Voldemort to urge him before he charged toward Draco Malfoy like an arrow released from a bow.
The use of teleportation magic is strictly prohibited on the Hogwarts campus. No one, except the Headmaster, can teleport quickly.
Therefore, Snape knew he had to be quick and find Dumbledore before Voldemort found Harry.
He almost brushed past Malfoy's shoulder, like a sudden dark cloud, flashing by with Malfoy's gasp.
The next second, Hagrid appeared in front of Snape with Tooth.
He didn't even exchange a single word with the hunting ground manager before disappearing from Hagrid's sight once again.
He had to be fast, he had to be fast, he had to be faster than the last time Lily was in danger.
This time, he really didn't want the owner of those green eyes to die.
This was Snape's only thought, and the only thing he wanted to do.
The moment Hagrid found Malfoy, Harry, wearing the Invisibility Cloak, also began his own adventure—an adventure belonging to Jiraiya.
He was now feeling the excruciating pain from the scar on his forehead, a burning sensation that made it impossible for him to think rationally.
Since he couldn't think, Harry chose to follow his instincts.
Orochimaru once said that he was a person who fought based on instinct, and that as long as he remained calm, his instincts would lead him out of danger.
Compared to having studied spells for two months, Harry was more willing to trust his partner at this point.
In that instant, Harry suddenly felt a chill behind him.
He immediately followed his instincts and lunged to his left.
Wearing an invisibility cloak, he suddenly appeared on the leaf-strewn ground of the Forbidden Forest.
And where he had just stood, a green spell had just been extinguished.
"Master, let me do it. You need to gather your strength now."
Quirrell, who was chasing after Harry, couldn't help but speak up, wanting to reassure his master and prove his worth.
But Voldemort didn't care about that.
He had already sensed a trap in Snape's memories; that fool Snape, though loyal, had been deceived by the fake Quirrell.
This forbidden forest is now a complete trap set for itself.
The bait is Harry Potter, who escaped from his own grasp only to perish in an instant.
He even thought of the angler's name.
Albus Dumbledore.
But just as the greatest Dark Lord could fail because of little Harry Potter, Dumbledore would also suffer a crushing defeat.
You've miscalculated, Dumbledore!
Voldemort, controlling Quirrell's body, slowly turned around, looked at Harry Potter who was wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak, and raised his wand.
"Revealed!"
The magic to detect invisibility bursts forth from the tip of the wand in an instant.
Although he is currently in a state of neither life nor death, possessing the back of Quirrell's head, he is still the most powerful dark wizard.
Voldemort was absolutely certain of this.
The next second, an invisible wave of light swept towards Harry's location like a hurricane.
Harry, lying on the ground, stared in horror at the countless leaves of the Forbidden Forest swaying without wind, casting a line that seemed to run straight toward him.
He felt as if someone was choking him, and even his hand holding the wand was sweating.
But just as that invisible wind blew towards Harry, a miracle occurred.
The Invisibility Cloak protected Harry.
He wasn't forced to reveal himself by the revealing spell; his invisibility cloak, inherited from his father, was truly extraordinary.
"James Potter's—the Potter family's invisibility cloak?"
Voldemort, who had studied the Deathly Hallows, instantly guessed the origin of the invisibility cloak that could evade his Apparition spell.
But he didn't care.
Determined to conquer death, he paid no attention to such childish tricks.
Voldemort stared at the spot where Harry had disappeared in the distance, abandoning his attempt to search for him using spells.
Just as the Revealing Charm passed by Harry's location, Voldemort sensed something unusual.
He tucked his wand into his pocket, cupped Quirrell's hands to his face, and then took a deep breath through his nose, which was now missing its bridge and resembled a snake's.
A connection akin to the soul suddenly illuminated Harry's location in the boundless darkness, transmitting the scent of his soul to Voldemort's nose.
"I've found you, boy who survived."
Voldemort smirked and floated toward Harry.