Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 366 Snape's Suspicion

Moon's actions caught Snape off guard.

But he only paused for three seconds before he understood what Moon was referring to.

The mysterious curse hidden in the little lion's mind is something Snape still hasn't figured out the principle behind.

He even tried to use Legilimency on Moon in private, but all he saw was a gray, hazy scene.

In Snape's view, this magical curse was far more powerful than Occlumency.

As an expert in this field, Snape knew very well.

The Occupation Technique not only prevents others from prying into the secrets of one's mind, but it can also counteract some of the erosion caused by dark magic.

It allows wizards to learn dark magic without completely succumbing to depravity.

With this magical curse protecting him, Moon is clearly more suited to learning dark magic than other wizards.

"Alright, I can teach you the Fiendfyre spell, but I have conditions."

"Professor, you say."

Upon hearing Snape's agreement, Moon didn't dwell on the conditions at all.

In any case, as long as it can enhance one's magical power, any conditions are negotiable.

Moreover, Moon believed that Snape was not a professor who would ask for exorbitant prices.

"I will teach you the Fiery Spell, but you must come to me every now and then for a full check-up."

Perhaps sensing Moon's hesitation, Snape quickly added something else.

“I must ensure that dark magic has not truly corrupted you; this is my duty as a professor.”

Seeing Snape's unusually serious attitude, Moon immediately nodded.

"Okay, Professor, I agree."

Having received Moon's agreement, Snape smiled faintly and then quickly walked to his desk.

He picked up the quill pen from the ink bottle, tore off a piece of parchment, and began to write with a scratching sound.

"This spell is very special. Because of that person, even though the school library has a collection of ready-made spells in its restricted section, students cannot borrow them. So you must keep it strictly secret and it's best not to let anyone know."

As Snape wrote, he explained the key points of the Fiendfyre curse.

"Professor, is the person you're talking about Voldemort?"

Upon hearing Moon's words, Snape's hand stopped moving on the parchment.

He took several deep breaths before slowly nodding.

“That’s right, Voldemort’s Fiendfyre is very powerful. I have never seen any other wizard who can withstand his Fiendfyre attack.”

Snape's words piqued Moon's interest.

He originally thought the spell could be used to incite unrest.

But unexpectedly, Voldemort was also skilled in this spell.

"Professor, could you tell me about him? It's Voldemort."

Upon hearing Moon's question, Snape froze completely behind his desk.

Although Snape chose to stand against Voldemort during the Philosopher's Stone incident last year.

But now, whenever Snape recalls that scene, he feels a lingering fear.

After all, the impression that man left on him was terrifyingly strong.

If Voldemort hadn't been so extremely weak at the time, a mere wave of his hand could have taken the lives of everyone present.

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you about him?"

Snape still didn't want to talk about that person.

“That’s right, Professor, but the headmaster only told me about Tom’s time at school. As for what happened after he graduated and how he later founded the Death Eaters, Professor Dumbledore doesn’t know much about it.”

"Tom!"

Snape didn't care what Dumbledore said.

He was simply very surprised by Moon's way of referring to Voldemort.

If Dumbledore were to use that name, he wouldn't find it strange at all.

But he's a second-year Gryffindor.
"Ha, little lion, you're really reckless."

Snape put down the quill and walked back to the workbench.

Pick up the brass stirring rod and stir it continuously in the freshly boiled medicine.

This simple, mechanical process gradually calmed his mind.

"If a student can do this much, it seems I need to act more like a professor."

Snape first muttered something to himself.

Then he recalled things from more than ten years ago.

As all the memories flashed before his eyes, Snape's thoughts were gradually stirred.

"Voldemort, or rather Tom, was the most insecure dark wizard I ever met."

Although Snape's tone was very calm, the secret in his words immediately piqued Moon's interest.

All he heard from Dumbledore was about how powerful and invincible Voldemort was, and about the various cruel things that happened.

As a former high-ranking member of the Death Eaters, Professor Snape was able to say such a thing.

This gave Moon the idea of ​​preparing some snacks before listening to her.

"What, are you surprised?"

Seeing Moon's expression, Snape chuckled, then shook his head helplessly.

"No wonder, after all, his disguise skills have surpassed everyone else's."

Moon remained silent, simply listening attentively.

Let Snape let his thoughts run wild, leading him to see the real Voldemort.

"He is indeed insecure. He thinks he has surpassed all the dark wizards, but he is just eating the leftovers of the previous Dark Lord. He wants to repeat the cliché of 'above pure blood' with more barbaric means and wants to achieve immortality by relying on fear. He doesn't even understand the true nature of magic."

"True power is never proven by destroying others, but requires patience and reverence, like a potion. Voldemort thought he was wearing the crown of Slytherin, but he didn't even inherit a tenth of Salah's wisdom."

"He fears death, yet he is more like a walking corpse than anyone else. Although I don't know what kind of magic he possesses, I am certain that his life has long since escaped his control. Even his pet Nagini is more like a complete living being than he is."

"He thought that killing Dumbledore would allow him to reach the pinnacle of power, but little did he know that the cunning headmaster had already laid flaws in his plan. He thought that he could inspire awe with the Cruciatus Curse and Avada Kedavra, but he never seriously examined his followers."

“Bellatrix is ​​a madman, Lucius Malfoy is a coward, Crabbe and Goyle are fools. He never understood that true loyalty is never bought with fear. He doesn’t understand, nor does he care to understand, because countless Death Eaters’ bones are buried beneath his throne.”

Snape was like a raging flood that had been breached.

More than a decade of double agent work kept him on edge at all times.

Now, a single question from Moon easily broke through his already highly tense psychological defenses.

From Voldemort leaving school and beginning to rise to prominence, to forming the Death Eaters and infiltrating pure-blood families, he eventually extended his reach to other races, including giants, werewolves, goblins, Dementors, and even the Ministry of Magic at the time.

Snape recounted all these events, big and small, to Moon.

Of course, much of this carries Snape's subjective bias.

Moon could also discern from the fluctuating tone which parts were genuinely credible and which ones had touched a nerve with the professor in front of him.

Snape practically ground his teeth to dust whenever James was mentioned.

But when he mentioned a witch named Lily, his eyes filled with tenderness.

As for the other wizard names, they were almost all mentioned only briefly.

Only the appearance of Dumbledore's name could bring him back to normal.

Moon wrote down all the credible information.

Then, combined with the information Dumbledore had given him, Moon gained a more detailed understanding of Voldemort.

In just one hour, Snape finished recounting his vision of Voldemort.

As soon as he finished speaking, the potion in the cauldron had already taken shape.

"Professor, don't worry, I will keep these words in mind."

Snape was about to pour the potion into the vial when he heard Moon's words. He quickly put down the cauldron and looked over curiously.

"Wait, what does 'remember' mean?"

"Oh, because of the Philosopher's Stone incident last year, I've come to regard Voldemort as a true adversary. To defeat him, I naturally need to learn more about him."

"Defeat him!?"

Snape's expression slowly shifted from surprise to terror.

If these words came from Dumbledore, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

but.
"No, what I just said was biased. I must solemnly warn you here that Voldemort is extremely powerful, and you have absolutely no chance of winning."

"Professor, then what you just said..."

"Those comments were all my honest opinions and do not represent Voldemort's actual strength."

Snape blushed for once, which was rare for him.

After all, his words just now were tantamount to completely tearing down the Dark Lord.

"Alright, but Professor, you should also know that I have no other choice."

"This"

Snape wanted to say something more, but immediately dismissed the idea.

He was well aware of the immense resolve it took for a young wizard to consider Voldemort his enemy.

However, determination sometimes cannot fully represent the wizard's own mind.

Like magic, you must accept that it may have unexpected consequences, and you must also seriously face the consequences it causes.

However, Snape did not see any signs of fear or dread in Moon.

This made him laugh at himself, realizing that he had lost to this little wizard again.

"Alright, perhaps I can tell you about Voldemort's magic."

"The Unforgivable Curse, which is explicitly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic, is the kind of magic he is very good at. Among them, the Imperius Curse can completely control the will of others. Many Death Eaters initially submitted to him because of this curse."

"The Crucifix can destroy a wizard's spirit. No matter how strong their will, they cannot keep their inner secrets. And there are some... uh... people who, although they keep their secrets, will become mentally impaired."

"As for the Avada Kedavra curse, it does not cause any pain to the wizard, but it can take the wizard's life in an instant, and it is Voldemort's favorite means of intimidation."

"Finally, there's the [Fiendfire Spell] that you want to learn. It's an uncontrollable and destructive spell that causes even greater damage and is more intimidating to enemies."

As Snape spoke, he casually manipulated the parchment he had just written on, sending it flying into Moon's hand.

Moon had lost his earlier composure.

It's true that he wanted to learn the [Fiery Spell], but his original idea was simply to use this spell to set fire to the Federation's Blue City and then take the opportunity to rescue people.

If this curse is truly beyond control, then this is not the outcome Moon desires.

"Professor, is there no way to control the Fiendfire Curse? Or at least control its range?"

"It seems you still don't understand the power of dark magic. The nature of the Fiendfyre spell is that it is uncontrollable. Its flames are extremely hot and cannot be extinguished by ordinary water. Even clear water will be evaporated in an instant."

"What's even more dangerous is that the Fiendfire spell will continuously devour the surrounding flammable materials. As the burning area expands, its power will continue to increase. Even wizards who are proficient in black magic need to have extremely strong concentration to control the Fiendfire. Once the spell is released, the flames will spread rapidly and develop an independent will, and may even attack the caster himself."

As Moon listened to Snape's explanation of the Fiendfyre curse, his expression grew increasingly solemn.

He originally thought the plan proposed by the notebook was perfect.

In retrospect, this was Voldemort digging a huge hole for himself.

If Moon really follows the other party's plan, the entire Serene Blue City could very well be ignited by the Fiery Curse.

Even those Moon wanted to save would perish in the fire.

"Truly worthy of being called the Dark Lord."

As Moon thought about this, he suddenly remembered something else and looked at Snape with a puzzled expression.

"Professor, but Voldemort, how did he control the Fiendfyre spell? Or you should be able to as well."

"of course."

Snape stopped worrying about the potion, pulled his wand from his sleeve, and then recited an obscure spell.

“Fiendfyre”

Then a fiery snake suddenly shot out from the tip of the staff.

It expanded countless times in an instant, and Moon felt an extremely strong malice from the flames.

Just as the fire serpent was about to swallow Moon whole, Snape abruptly withdrew his wand, and the flames vanished instantly.

"To master the Fiend Curse, besides talent, you must have absolute willpower and concentration far beyond that of ordinary people, and you must practice for a long time, otherwise you will only become its slave."

"Of course, if you can master this spell, it can also indirectly train your mental strength. I don't need to explain what that means, do I?"

Moon certainly knew what enhancing mental strength meant.

He has been traveling between the two magical worlds for almost a year.

I have tried countless times to find out the true source of magic.

If magic is indeed a power within the human body, is there a method or potion that can enhance this power?

However, neither the vast knowledge of Hogwarts nor the ancient wizarding traditions of Stare's Ember Island contain any records of this.

The reason for this outcome is that magic is elusive and subtly related to the wizard's mental power.

Even knowing this answer, the magical world has no way to directly affect a wizard's mental power.

Snape's words have now opened a completely new door for Moon.

(End of this chapter)