novelraw Chapter 93 I'm not late, am I, Jiraiya?
Chapter 93 I'm not late, am I, Jiraiya?
Chapter 93 I'm not late, am I? Jiraiya (Take a break, two chapters today)
If anyone could save Harry, it would be Dumbledore.
As Snape staggered and ran wildly toward the castle, his mind was filled with the image of himself when he found Dumbledore and begged him to save Lily.
At that moment, Dumbledore's gaze towards him held an indescribable mix of disgust and pity.
He loathed his own character and pitied his own life.
But Snape didn't care. He only wanted to save Lily and have Dumbledore hide her far away so she would never encounter Voldemort.
But that's impossible.
Snape took a deep breath, drowning all his past memories, regained his composure, and strode to the door of the headmaster's office.
He could have used the Patronus Charm to send a message, but he wasn't sure if Voldemort would find out about his use of the Patronus Charm if Voldemort really returned.
The idea that Death Eaters could use the Patronus sounds as ridiculous as the joke that Voldemort rarely killed anyone.
He had to remain calm and pretend nothing had happened until he appeared before Dumbledore.
After Snape climbed up and down the stairs and through the corridors, he was surprised to find Dumbledore standing calmly at the door of the headmaster's office.
He looked down at Snape, who was rushing over, noticing his suppressed tension, then turned around without a word and opened the principal's office door.
Snape only had time to hear Dumbledore utter the secret code.
Raspberry jam ice cream.
Snape followed Dumbledore silently into the headmaster's office.
This place is clearly different from before.
The portraits of the headmasters all left their frames, as if deliberately leaving the entire headmaster's office empty for him and Dumbledore.
Snape opened his mouth, but instead said what he cared about most.
"Dumbledore, Harry has encountered the Dark Lord! You must rescue him, take him away, and get him to a safe place!"
Snape paused abruptly as he spoke.
He was so flustered that he blurted out everything on his mind without careful consideration.
But these words had a different meaning to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was already tall.
When he looked down at Snape, his shadow was like an impenetrable black curtain, enveloping Snape.
"Severus, I heard the exact same thing eleven years ago," Dumbledore said.
Snape abruptly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, his gaze piercing into Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind his glasses.
He saw the exact same emotion in those eyes as he had eleven years ago.
Pity, disgust, interrogation, scrutiny.
Snape knew that if he hadn't loved Lily, he would never have stood on the same side as this white wizard.
The greatest white wizard was also well aware of this.
But now that Lily's child is in danger, why is Dumbledore indifferent?
He stared intently into Dumbledore's eyes, eager to find the answer.
"Love is a kind of magic, a powerful protective magic," Dumbledore said earnestly. "Harry is loved by Lily, and that love will protect him from Voldemort."
Snape didn't believe Dumbledore's words. He stared straight at Dumbledore, trying to find a clue on the white wizard's face.
But he saw nothing.
Dumbledore's face remained calm as a lake, while Snape felt utterly dejected.
He even forgot how he got out of the principal's office, because there was nothing he could do now but wait for the protective magic of love!
Did Dumbledore plan everything from the very beginning, having him take Harry to the Forbidden Forest and have Harry wear the Invisibility Cloak?
Snape didn't know the answer.
He felt as if he had returned to that night when he begged Dumbledore to save Lily. Although ten years had passed, he was still just as helpless and desperate.
But who else could he turn to besides Dumbledore to fight Voldemort? He couldn't even get to Harry's side now.
Because within the Hogwarts campus, all teleportation is prohibited, with only one exception: the Headmaster.
Snape's black robes stretched upwards like dark clouds until he subconsciously came to his senses and realized he had arrived at the highest tower of the castle.
This is a secluded place, not only sparsely populated but also lacking even a classroom.
He looked around but couldn't see anyone. He was all alone there, just like he had been that night after praying to Dumbledore, feeling lonely and helpless.
As Snape watched the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas for the fourth time, he heard very faint footsteps behind him.
Orochimaru watched the professor, who was lost in thought, with a leisurely air, finding it all quite amusing.
"Professor, why are you still here so late?"
As soon as Orochimaru finished speaking, Professor Snape turned around abruptly.
He stared in surprise at Orochimaru appearing behind him, opened his mouth, but for a moment didn't know what to say.
Send him to rescue Harry?
This is utterly absurd. How could a minor wizard be a match for Voldemort?
Moreover, why would such an absurd thought even pop into his head? At this moment, all he could do was wait.
As Snape thought of this, a hint of despair and confusion crept into his eyes.
Orochimaru calmly observed the expression in Snape's eyes, and involuntarily narrowed his own. He was intimately familiar with that look, for he had seen it every day when he had found his spy.
However, compared to the spy's utter despair, a glimmer of hope still lingered in Professor Snape's eyes.
It's interesting, but I have other important things to do right now.
"Professor Snape, if you don't mind, I have other matters to attend to," Orochimaru said softly, meeting Snape's gaze. "I must leave now."
leave?
Where are you going?
Snape was about to ask a question, but the next second he heard Orochimaru's reply.
"I was right next to you, and I didn't see either Malfoy or Harry," Orochimaru said softly, following his ninja instincts. "And you still smell a bit of the sweets from the Headmaster's office."
"So everything tonight was part of that headmaster's plan, wasn't it? You took Harry and Malfoy out of the castle and put them in the most dangerous place."
I'm not!
I----
I had no idea things would turn out this way!
Snape wanted to scream, but he couldn't utter a word. He could only remain silent, just like that night when he told Voldemort the prophecy and then turned to plead with Dumbledore.
There was nothing he could do but pray and wait helplessly, hoping that a miracle would happen in the world.
"Isn't this the tragedy of the weak? We are always like weeds blown by the wind, unable to decide our own direction."
Orochimaru slowly raised his right hand and brought his index and middle fingers together.
"We cannot save our loved ones from death, nor can we bring them back from the brink of death; we can only watch helplessly as it all unfolds."
"professor----"
Orochimaru, meeting Snape's surprised gaze, finally sensed the opportunity.
"Don't you want to change all of this? To let the living escape death, and let the dead return to the world?"
What exactly are you trying to say?
Snape felt his brain buzzing; he had just seen the Dark Lord and prayed to the White Lord.
But now, a little wizard who has just started first grade is brazenly telling me that he can save the living and bring the dead back to life.
My Merlin, this world—
What happened to him?
Snape was about to speak, but Orochimaru spoke even faster than he had expected.
"If I come back alive, I think we'll have plenty of time to talk about this in detail."
"professor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Snape looked up abruptly, only to find that Orochimaru was no longer in sight.
In this castle where it was absolutely impossible for him to teleport, he brazenly vanished before his very eyes.
Meanwhile, far away in the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts Castle, Harry Potter was facing a scene unlike anything he had ever encountered in his life.
His invisibility cloak had been blown off by the dust raised by Voldemort, and even if it hadn't been blown off, it was already covered in dust, making him nowhere to hide.
He had to brace himself with his hands on the ground to dodge the spells Voldemort randomly unleashed.
But how long can I hold on?
Harry looked up at Voldemort, who was standing inches away from him, and a sense of absurdity washed over him.
If my life ended today, who would be sad?
He instinctively thought of it and tripped again.
A strangely shaped weapon appeared before Harry, gleaming in the moonlight.
He could even see the patterns engraved on the strangely shaped weapon by the moonlight.
It was a snake biting its own tail, its head and tail connected.
Orochimaru?
For some reason, the moment Harry saw the snake, an image of his partner flashed through his mind.
but----
How could Orochimaru, who knows nothing, appear in front of me?
He had followed Dumbledore's instructions and kept everything from Orochimaru; it was all his own doing.
And now—
A figure appeared out of thin air and landed in front of Harry Potter.
He crouched down, holding the kunai engraved with a small snake with its head and tail intertwined in one hand, and leisurely looked at Voldemort who was approaching Harry.
"I'm not late, am I, Jiraiya?"
Orochimaru said this.