A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The fire in the fireplace danced, adding a touch of warmth to the cold, draughty walls that had fallen into disrepair at night.

But all the warmth disappeared when the sight touched the speaker.

Voldemort was sitting right in front of the fireplace, and behind him was the burning firewood. This position was the closest to the flame, but the shadow cast was much deeper than other positions. In addition to seeing his outline, the most conspicuous thing for the Death Eaters was his silhouette. Those red eyes and pale skin.

"Severus?" He looked at the seat next to his right.

"The Longbottom and his wife have confirmed their return to the Order of the Phoenix. It seems that they have been individually assigned tasks, but no specific information has been found yet. It is not ruled out that they are stalking under Dumbledore's instruction, and the target is someone here."

There was a slight commotion among the people at the long table, some people adjusted their sitting positions uneasily, but some people were excited.

"Master, let me go - let me find them, and I will catch them," said a dark-skinned woman excitedly. Judging from her outline, she must have been beautiful when she was young, but years of imprisonment have permanently changed her appearance and temperament, of course, to the bad side.

She had thin cheeks, bulging eyes, and curly black hair tucked haphazardly against her head.

"Bellatrix, I don't doubt that, you've done it before." Voldemort looked at her with red eyes, "but you have more important things to do." He stopped looking at her and turned around. And to Snape, "Anything else?"

"The Ministry of Magic and Future World have reached an agreement on Thief Falls, which I have to admit will have a significant impact on our business."

The commotion was more pronounced this time, and the Death Eaters exchanged glances uneasily.

"It's that person's company..."

"We can't allow such a thing to happen!" a Death Eater shouted, hammering the table, "should organize an attack immediately—" Many people followed, and there was chaos in the room.

"Would you like to take the lead, Selwyn?" Voldemort asked softly, his voice easily overshadowing the din.

The Death Eaters immediately fell silent, their eyes squinting. Finally, they all turned their attention to the wizard who had spoken at the beginning. Selwyn murmured, "Lord, Master, if this is your will, I, I will—"

Voldemort grinned.

"You don't have to sacrifice yourself yet," said Voldemort languidly. "I'm almost certain that the Ministry and Felix Hepper will be on guard... We have to adapt to the new rules of war, Felix Hepper. Made a lot of gadgets, some of which are unexpectedly useful... The Ring of Ouroboros, what's that name? Ouroboros, eh?" His scarlet snake-eyed stared at Snape.

"That's right," Snape whispered. "He used it as a mark in his early years, and I think a lot of people here know that." The Death Eaters frowned or shook their heads. "The symbol then disappeared with his graduation, only to reappear when he returned to teach at Hogwarts and started his own professors club."

Voldemort made an unintelligible sound.

"Professor's Club, Ouroboros... Severus, I thought it was the return gift you carefully prepared for me, Severus."

Snape lowered his head. "Master, I have to admit, he's the most ambitious and coherent character I've ever taught."

"You're right, I can imagine what he looked like when he was in school..." Voldemort said in a low voice: "I didn't understand why Felix Hepper came so soon, and I wondered if it was one of you. Some of them betrayed me, but this newspaper gave me the answer." A newspaper floated lightly from his hand and moved slowly on the long table.

The Death Eaters raised their heads from their respective positions and leaned over to see clearly, but Voldemort obviously didn't have the patience for them to read them one by one, "The above makes it clear that the three Potters were recruited through the Ouroboros Ring. Help."

"Other than that? Many of you must have heard of or even used the products of the 'Future World' company. I am very interested in the sound transmission mirror. It is said that the distance it can communicate with is limited, but it is foreseeable that war The landscape has changed. We were ahead of the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic more than a decade ago with our unique mark, and now we're back on the same track."

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Breaking the magic above, it would be better if we could counter it," Voldemort said slowly, "Let's go back to Anti-thief Falls, this thing will interfere with the speed of our team expansion, although we can directly knock on the target's house. door, drag them out of their warm and comfortable beds, and threaten them with family members to do things for us—"

The crowd laughed loudly.

"That's what I'm good at, Master!" a Death Eater exclaimed in devotion.

"Thanks—Rodolphus, you'll have this opportunity," said Voldemort without any emotion. "But like I said, it's going to get in our way. Can anyone come up with a solution?"

"Master, even with the Anti-thief Waterfall, we can obtain all kinds of information through the familiar network."

Voldemort looked interested.

"I admire you, Selwyn, do you have a good candidate?"

"There was one, her name was Umbridge, who used to flatter me and boasted about being a relative of the Selwyns, but everyone knew she had a father who was a cleaner, and I just saw that she was Fudge's confidant. For the sake of saying a few words casually... I'm sure I'll let her help me deliver the news." Selwyn said respectfully.

"I know one too. My nephew works at the Ministry of Magic and is the youngest director. He has a good relationship with a lot of Aurors," said another Death Eater.

"Very well, Avery, since the loss of Yaxley, our actions on the Aurors have been completely smeared," said Voldemort with satisfaction, "but even if he died, he was contributing to our cause, We're meeting in his house right now."

Soon the Death Eaters began to talk about it, and whether there were or not, they could name a few acquaintances who worked at the Ministry of Magic. In total, there were about sixty or seventy people. Needless to say, these people were the targets of the Death Eaters' next move.

"Lucius."

"Yes, Master—" Lucius Malfoy raised his head, carefully met Voldemort's scarlet eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"What's the news from McNeill and Rookwood?"

"I haven't heard it yet." He replied softly.

"Haven't heard yet," Voldemort repeated in an unwavering voice, and Lucius shuddered. "Does this mean that you are losing ground with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Master, please give me a moment! I'm trying to get in touch with the new minister, but that woman is not good enough—she, she always has Sirius Black by her side, that must be someone from the Order of the Phoenix !"

"Sirius Black," said Voldemort, looking at Bellatrix, "if I remember correctly, he seems to be your cousin?"

"Yes, yes, Master," she said excitedly, leaning forward, trying to get closer to Voldemort, "No, he's not my cousin, he's a disgrace to the Black family, scum, I wish I could do it myself Kill him."

"Then you have a lot of people to deal with." Voldemort said with a sneer.

Bellatrix seemed confused. "How—"

"Your niece recently joined the Order of the Phoenix and is very close to the werewolves. You really deserve to be a family, she's even further than your sister... When can I hear about their wedding, what are you planning to deliver? The last present?"

Bellatrix gave Snape a stern look, who provided all the information about the Order of the Phoenix.

Snape's thin lips forced a mocking smile.

"Master, she's not my niece. Since my sister married that Mudblood, they have nothing to do with the Black family." Bellatrix immediately dismissed the relationship, but her words did not satisfy Voldemort. .

She clearly felt this, with a terrified expression on her face, and at the same time, she leaned forward more, as if to express her loyalty. "Master, I won't sit back and watch this happen - despite their willingness to fall, I will never allow the blood of the Black family to be sullied any further, I promise you! Yes, Lucius, you don't want to either. Someone who sheds the same blood as Narcissa has something to do with a werewolf?"

"That's right," Lucius said dryly.

"Then let's do it right away and kill them before the next meeting," Bellatrix said excitedly.

"I made an appointment with the Senior Undersecretary of Magic, Sinkenis, and if there is a conflict in time...there must be a choice." Lucius muttered, "Master, I have two things to report to you."

Voldemort's eyes fell on him again.

Lucius bit his head and said, "The first thing, I met Hepp at Ollivander's wand shop, he was very unkind to me, and he reminded Ollivander to be careful about me and us in front of me. "

"He does have a reason to do it," Voldemort said calmly, but his face was slightly contorted, like a pale snake against the firelight, and the few around him dared not look at him at all.

"Bad news, Lucius. I hope your second news will make everyone happy," Voldemort said softly.

"When, of course," said Lucius breathlessly, "I found out Bode's exact location. He was sent to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. He is currently unconscious, and the Ministry of Magic has not had time to find out the abnormality. . But he'll always get better, and if he's allowed to reveal to the Ministry that we're after the prophecy—"

"Then he won't be able to speak," said Voldemort. "Who is willing to solve this trouble for me? Antonin, what do you say?"

"It is my pleasure, great Dark Lord," said Antonin Dolokhov, a Death Eater with a long, twisted face, with a grin.

...

When the meeting was over, Voldemort left Severus Snape alone.

He stared at the black night sky, regretting it more than ever. Maybe wait a few more months, maybe even years, and you'll get the most perfect resurrection--with the blood of Harry Potter, the blood of the man who made him lose his magic, flesh, and power... so Potter The protection that his mother left on him will also exist in his own blood...

Regret and depression tormented Voldemort's heart. He had the intention to die on his own initiative and resurrected again, so that he could not only get rid of a strong enemy, but also make himself stronger. At least not as passive as it is now.

But he really couldn't wait.

On Christmas night, Felix Heppe and Dumbledore silently raided Crouch's old house, which left a huge psychological shadow on him. If he hadn't notified Barty Jr. as quickly as possible, the ten The closest chance to a resurrection in years may be lost. Especially when he learned that Barty Jr. was almost caught "cleaning up Mad-Eye Moody" according to the predetermined plan, he panicked even more.

Since then, he never dared to let Barty out of his sight.

The months of hesitation and decision-making were also the most frightening days for him. He was afraid that Felix and Dumbledore would suddenly appear in the next second and take away his only loyal servant. I don't know how many years later.

One thing he hadn't considered before was that his resurrection materials—the bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies—the latter two were actually time-limited.

Maybe in another hundred years, he may have boiled Dumbledore to death, but the Death Eaters who were loyal to him, hated and feared his enemies will also die with time, and then his name will not be more than Dumbledore's The corpse was kept longer, how could he be resurrected?

Even though Voldemort thought he had conquered death, he was forced by time to keep his head up.

What's more, Felix Hepp was already showing his sharp edge at that time, and quite a few people thought that he would be the next Dumbledore-like figure.

When Voldemort was free, he read some gossip magazines to pass the time. The two groups quarreled on it. One side said that Felix Hepper had surpassed Dumbledore because he solved the Quidditch World Cup by himself. The riots that happened, that was the head-on defeat of hundreds of wizards - although Voldemort scoffed at this, this statement was quite marketable; the other side clearly believed that Felix Hepp, although powerful, was far away.' The greatest white wizard' Dumbledore is still a long way away, after all Felix Hepp faced drunken and troubled wizard tourists at the World Cup, who were no different from unarmed Muggles.

The only point they can agree on is that Felix Hepp is currently the most likely prospect to take Dumbledore's place in the future, because to everyone's surprise, he is nowhere near thirty years old.

under thirty!

This is also the most vigilant point of Voldemort, even if he really survived for a hundred years to boil Dumbledore to death, the stumbling block in front of him may become Hepu again.

So he chose to give up the blood of Harry Potter after repeated weighing and secretly resurrected.

But since his resurrection, all his plans have gone awry, with the exception of the ridiculous Dark Lord nemesis Harry Potter and his daring and wise companions (the Ministry's most recent slogan), and the addition of an ancient Rune professor. While he tried to deny his fate of failure in his heart, he couldn't help but doubt it.

Especially since he had actually heard a prophecy about his fate, no, half. He turned his head and looked at Snape, his red eyes so thick that they were dripping with blood, and his expression seemed both inscrutable and impatient.

"That prophecy, repeat the prophecy you heard."

"Do you not change a word?"

"Not a word."

Snape murmured, and it didn't sound like his own voice, as if he was back in the shabby pub from 1980, his lips quivering uncontrollably. He said in a hoarse voice: "The man who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord has approached... Born in a family that had resisted him three times... Born at the end of July..."

The darkened room fell silent again. After an unknown amount of time, Snape said dryly, "Master, I only heard this, and then I was discovered and kicked out by the waiter at the Hog's Head Bar."

Voldemort didn't answer, and seemed lost in thought.

What does the complete prophecy look like? Was there any... was there any mention of Felix Hepp? Or...the end of himself?

"Master—?" Snape raised his voice, his tone still unfeeling.

"You can leave and continue to collect information for me." Voldemort paused slightly and said, "If there is a chance, get the whereabouts of Amelia Burns, she has become a threat."

"But Master, I have no informants at the Ministry of Magic—"

"Using that Sirius Black, haven't they gotten very close recently?"

Snape bowed his head, his dark eyes flickering, "As you order—Master," he said finally.

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