Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 440, Question 434: Press 'F' to enter the tank?

Lucius walked straight to Snape's side, his meaning clear: Snape is Lucius's man, and you are not allowed to touch him.

"Lucius, step aside and let me kill this traitor."

Dolphin remained relentless in his pursuit of causing trouble for Snape.

This behavior had already made Lucius impatient; he thought the other man was utterly foolish: "Dolphin, you idiot! Severus is the person our master specifically requested to see; by what right do you dare to obstruct him?"

Most of the Death Eaters present were indeed hostile to Snape, but even Antonin Dolohoff did not make a move when he saw Snape. The only ones who actually took action were Travers and Dorfin, two brutes.

Even Dolohoff knew that Snape was one of Voldemort's most trusted subordinates, and that Snape was almost always obliged to his requests. Since Snape dared to come to Voldemort at this time, it was highly likely that he had been forgiven.

Seeing Lucius's expression, Dolphin asked uncertainly, "Is this really the master's will?"

"Would I lie to you about this?"

Lucius said impatiently that dealing with those demi-humans every day was already annoying enough.

Do you expect Bella and the others to take charge of that group of demi-humans? These things are all left to Lucius to handle.

Then he ignored Dorfin and turned to Snape, saying, "Severus, go in quickly, the master has been waiting inside for a long time."

Snape nodded to Lucius, then turned and went inside the terrifying castle.

This place was originally a holy site for vampires, with a coffin placed in almost every room. It was a place where vampires loved to sleep. However, the Death Eaters, who occupied the place, threw away all of these coffins.

None of them, including Voldemort, had the habit of sleeping in coffins.

Generally speaking, people of high status would choose to live at the highest point of the castle, just like when rescuing a princess who has been captured by a demon. Heroes can usually only fight the demon to the death at the top floor.

Voldemort's habits were a little different. As a typical Parselle, he, like snakes, preferred dark and cold environments.

Therefore, Voldemort's location is on the lowest level of the Horror Castle.

Voldemort sat in the middle of the basement, with Bellatrix and Dolohov standing beside him.

"You've come, my dearest subordinate."

Voldemort stood up from his seat upon seeing Snape, a genuine smile spreading across his face; he was truly happy.

Snape's arrival here meant that the research he had previously entrusted to him...

finished.

"Master, this is the potion you asked me to replicate."

Snape took a test tube from his black robes and handed it to Voldemort.

"Great job."

Voldemort accepted the potion with a look of satisfaction, gently ran his index finger along the smooth, transparent glass bottle, then uncorked it and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.

"Owner."

Before Bella and Dolohoff could react, Voldemort had already drunk the potion.

Under normal circumstances, Voldemort would not trust anyone.

Unless he is also very good at it.

Potions were also something Voldemort excelled at; his potion-making skills were by no means low, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to perform those dangerous magical transformations on his own.

"A truly miraculous potion."

Voldemort closed his eyes, carefully experiencing the wonders of Bravestarr's potion: "It has given me a completely new experience."

"With the help of this potion, it's no wonder those Aurors were able to defeat my lovely servant so decisively."

Voldemort also lavishly praised the wonders of Braystar's potion.

You can only truly understand something by experiencing it firsthand.

"Severus, my most trusted subordinate, how many of these potions have you produced?"

Having tasted the benefits of Bravestard, Voldemort turned his burning gaze to Snape.

"As long as there are enough raw materials, I can make as much as you need."

Upon hearing Snape's reply, Voldemort laughed again, a happy laugh that stretched out his teeth: "Hehehehehe."

"Very good, Severus, you did a very good job."

At this moment, Voldemort's blood-red eyes seemed to see the future: the Ministry of Magic flowing with blood, and Hogwarts submitting at his feet.

"Severus, I want you to make as many of these potions as possible. Make as many as you can. I'll leave the materials to someone else. You just need to focus on making them."

The materials were naturally left to Lucius to handle. Lucius was like an all-around housekeeper, managing everything in an orderly manner, so that Lucius didn't have to worry about anything.

Voldemort has now gotten used to leaving everything to Lucius.

"Next year, we'll give those idiots at the English Ministry of Magic a big surprise."

"Yes, Master."

Snape bowed respectfully, his eyes unfocused, like a walking corpse, devoid of any color that eyes should possess.

Brain block surgery.

For the rest of the time, Snape spent most of his time brewing potions in the Horrible Castle. As the potions were placed in front of Voldemort, he praised Snape lavishly in front of everyone.

But this time, no one will provoke Snape again.

Travers lay in bed for a whole week before finally begging Snape to personally intervene and lift the spell. During that time, many healing spells were tried without success.

Never easily offend a potion master, especially one who is petty and narrow-minded.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts in England, Dumbledore, who was discussing important matters with Fudge, finally appeared before everyone.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's not some very famous wizard. It's just this old man like me who will be teaching you. I hope you won't be disappointed."

As soon as Dumbledore appeared, he made everyone burst into laughter with a few witty remarks.

If Dumbledore isn't considered a famous wizard, then there's probably no one in the entire wizarding world who can be called famous.

"So, Professor Dumbledore, what kind of magic will you teach us?"

Someone in the crowd asked a question.

"Magic? No." Dumbledore shook his head. "Your Professor X has basically taught you everything he could. Anything more powerful would be dangerous."

"I will not be teaching you magic for now."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

If the magic training camp doesn't teach magic, then what does it teach? Surely not tank driving, right? Press 'F' to enter the tank?

"So what are you going to teach us?"

Upon hearing this question, Dumbledore gave everyone a mysterious smile.

"A very interesting spellcasting technique, an idea provided by Dudley, can make you at least twice as powerful."

(End of this chapter)