Chapter 174: Chapter 177: What’s Up with Voldemort? Snape is a Traitor!
Alright.
Since Dumbledore said so.
Now, Harry can go learn from Professor Quirrell. When he finds out later that Quirrell has Voldemort behind him, he will be prepared for the harsh realities of life.
This way...
If anyone else tries this in the future, at least his mental resilience will be stronger.
"I'll do my best."
Wilson could only reluctantly agree.
After all, just by agreeing to help with one thing, he could gain the trust of Dumbledore, Harry, and Voldemort. This deal was certainly worth it for Wilson.
Wilson left the Headmaster's office and immediately went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office to see Professor Quirrell and Voldemort. His days were indeed quite busy.
Just in time.
Voldemort couldn't sleep either.
Or rather, he didn't dare to sleep.
"Dumbledore agreed."
When Wilson saw Voldemort, he guiltily relayed his conversation with Dumbledore: "Dumbledore believes that only you are skilled enough to handle Dark Lord Peter and wants to use you to teach Harry to deal with him..."
"..."
Voldemort's face turned a bit ugly.
'What's wrong with that old guy Dumbledore? Instead of educating Harry to deal with Peter's threat, he's pushing it onto me!'
Fine.
At least he has some insight.
Voldemort indeed considered himself skilled at dealing with Peter.
If it weren't for that little rat constantly scheming from behind, if they dared to face off in a magic duel, how could he have ended up like this?
Of course.
This certainly couldn't be admitted in front of his subordinates.
"Hmph..."
Voldemort snorted disdainfully, glancing at the gray-haired young man standing by the door: "Dumbledore really is getting old if he can't even handle that little rat..."
"..."
Wilson silently lowered his head.
Voldemort really didn't know what was good for him.
Even though his Horcruxes had been found by Peter, many of them destroyed, and now he even had to protect Harry, his greatest enemy...
Who's good at dealing with whom...
Does he really not get it?
"Alright."
Voldemort stared coldly at the silent young man, ordering, "Remember to take Harry to the tapestry on the eighth floor of the castle tomorrow..."
"Yes."
Wilson nodded and agreed.
Just as Wilson thought the matter was settled, Voldemort's voice turned cold again: "There's one more thing you need to do. This Friday, create a commotion at Hogwarts to draw everyone's attention..."
"..."
Wilson looked up in surprise.
Voldemort's cold gaze fixed on Wilson. He didn't explain, merely continued quietly: "In a room in the basement, I have prepared a mountain troll. When the time comes, release it to attract everyone's attention..."
"..."
Wilson felt terrible!
Why did such a task fall on him!
Voldemort was not being fair. Why did he have to do this!
"I understand."
Wilson could only reluctantly agree again.
Voldemort really had too many demands...
Now wasn't the time to turn against Voldemort, considering Dumbledore, so he had to take note of these grievances and deal with them later...
After agreeing, Wilson couldn't help but suggest, "Perhaps we should notify Dumbledore about this, or it might damage his trust in me..."
"As long as it draws everyone's attention..."
Voldemort's cold eyes scrutinized Wilson, continuing in an icy tone: "And be careful of Snape. He may already have his eye on you since you keep coming to see me!"
"..."
Wilson furrowed his brow, asking, "I've heard from Crouch Sr. that Professor Snape used to be one of us, a Death Eater..."
"Hehehe..."
Before Wilson could finish, Voldemort's lips curled into a mocking smile. He looked at the gray-haired young man and whispered, "To become a Death Eater... young man, you're not qualified yet!"
"...Yes."
Wilson hurriedly lowered his head.
At this moment, Wilson didn't know whether he was feeling ashamed or angry, and his body trembled slightly.
Voldemort looked away, softly continuing: "Snape was one of the best Death Eaters and my least hateful subordinate. He was at least a little useful. Even though he was a filthy half-blood, at least he was more exceptional than many pureblood bigots..."
Anyone could see...
Voldemort indeed held Snape in high regard. After all, a skilled Potions Master was hard to find, especially one as talented in magic as Snape.
Even now...
Voldemort's attitude toward Snape was more regretful than angry: "At this point, Snape must have betrayed me too..."
"Crouch Sr. mentioned..."
Wilson still furrowed his brow, uneasily continuing: "Dumbledore personally protected Professor Snape back then. Otherwise, he would have been sent to Azkaban..."
"Hmph..."
Voldemort sneered, calmly continuing: "Dumbledore had some insight to recognize Snape's talent in Potions..."
"..."
Wilson's face showed confusion.
Voldemort's brain must be messed up?
Right now, he's trying to slander Snape, but Voldemort isn't listening, instead, he's acting like he had great judgment, choosing a subordinate that even Dumbledore couldn't waste...
Damn!
Get a grip!
Snape is a traitor!
Why is the Dark Lord so proud?
What's going on!
Wilson couldn't shake the feeling that he might have revived Voldemort in vain, and this ungrateful Dark Lord might go straight to recruiting Snape...
What a scoundrel...
Wilson felt he couldn't convince Voldemort and could only helplessly leave the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
But.
At least Voldemort's warning had some merit.
The next day.
At the Hogwarts courtyard.
When Wilson met Harry, he proactively mentioned training together: "Professor Quirrell asked me to call you. He wants to teach us magical combat..."
"Really?"
Harry's face was full of surprise!
Everyone at Hogwarts knew how much he longed to be Wilson's friend. Since the start of school, he had been trying hard to make amends with Wilson.
However, they belonged to different houses. Whenever they met, Wilson was always surrounded by a crowd, making Harry too shy to approach...
But now...
Wilson wanted to train with him?
Even though Professor Quirrell ordered it, they could still train together like friends. That was enough to make him happy!
"Hey, Harry!"
Ron's face showed a complex mix of emotions, even a hint of reluctance: "If you train with Wilson, you'll surely get beaten badly... Percy couldn't last three seconds against him..."
"But you'll definitely improve quickly."
Hermione quickly retorted to Ron's words.
For a bookworm like her, she knew the benefits this would bring Harry.
The young girl turned to Harry, earnestly advising: "If your training partner is Wilson Wright, the process might be tough, Harry. But as long as you endure and learn, you'll definitely gain a lot..."
"No matter the hardship, I'm already very happy."
Harry smiled and shook his head, looking up at the gray-haired young man: "Wilson, can Hermione and Ron come watch?"
"Perhaps we can ask Professor Quirrell tonight."
Wilson furrowed his brow, pushing the rejection onto someone else. He then continued: "Remember to wait in the Great Hall after dinner. I'll take you there..."
"What are you going to do?"
A cold voice came from behind them.
A gust of wind blew, and Professor Severus Snape, draped in a large black robe, looking imposing, strode over to them!
The stern-faced man coldly scanned the group, his eyes finally settling on Wilson: "Activities after dinner... sounds like someone wants to take a first-year student to break curfew?"
"We're going to see Professor Quirrell..."
Harry retorted unhappily.
He had just received good news, and now Snape had shown up, someone he disliked... why did this bat always appear at the worst times!
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