Chapter 562 Two Memory Bottles, the Deceptive Professor Snape (1/2)

Chapter 562 Two Memory Bottles, Professor Snape, who is easy to fool

"Fall, the greatest wizard of this century will fall tonight."

The voice of the prophecy book rang out in the Shenming Hall. The thought body that was practicing the magic circle was stunned for a moment, and the complicated runes were instantly scrapped and turned into ashes and dissipated.

"Is this day finally here?" The thought body shook his head secretly, "Your broken book has never had good news."

"Master." The prophecy book was aggrieved, with a little complaint in its voice, "Good news is certainly gratifying, but bad news is obviously more useful."

"You... make sense." The thought body said speechlessly, and then transmitted this prophecy to the main body.

Aaron was enjoying lunch in the auditorium at this time. After receiving this message, he unconsciously put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Claire asked puzzledly.

"It's time." Aaron glanced at the janitor's seat quietly, and said meaningfully, "Tonight, we must prepare early."

Claire understood immediately, and she ate lunch calmly, "What are you going to do?"

"Just go to school as usual, I will notify you when I need you."

"Do you think I will listen to you?" Claire asked with a smile, "Even if you have to take risks, you won't be so dangerous with my help."

"I need you to stay in Hogwarts." Aaron said meaningfully, "Hermione may not listen to me, If you were here, you could keep an eye on her."

"What else?"

Aaron paused, with an embarrassed look on his face, "If you get involved so easily, your brother will kill me."

"He can't beat you."

"My elder sister will kill me too, and Otto, although we haven't seen him for many years." Aaron wanted to cry but had no tears, "If I didn't protect you, the princess, do you think they would give me a chance to explain?"

Claire:......

After lunch, Aaron went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

The location was still in the basement. Professor Snape did not change his office because he became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and even the furnishings in the room did not change at all.

"What are you doing here?" Professor Snape asked.

"Dumbledore will die tonight."

"Nonsense." Snape's face darkened, pointing at the door and cursing, "Get out."

"This is my prophecy." Aaron said slowly, "He will die in your hands, with an accuracy of more than 90%."

"Get out."

"Professor, I came to you to give you a chance."

"Get out." Snape stood up from his seat and stared straight into Aaron's eyes, "Don't make me say it for the fourth time."

"I won't stop you from killing him, because even if you don't kill him, he will die, and you made an unbreakable oath, if he doesn't die, you will die.

Professor, sometimes I really admire your loyalty. In order to force yourself to complete the task, you don't even leave a little leeway."

Snape seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. After struggling for a while, he drew out his wand and pointed it at Aaron, "Soul..."

Before the spell was finished, Snape saw a pair of purple eyes.

The next moment, countless memories flashed through his mind in a fast-forwarded manner, gradually transforming into the figure of a girl.

"Lily."

Two lines of crystal tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, and Snape realized what happened. He looked at Aaron coldly and asked, "What did you do to me?"

"It's not as good as the Imperius Curse." Aaron shrugged, "With my current ability, I can't force your memory, but I can still make you remember the person you miss the most.

Of course, you can only do it when you are emotionally unstable just now. This kind of magic is not so effective on the Grand Magister."

Snape sat down slowly and said a little frustrated: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to help you, professor." Aaron said sincerely.

"Help me? Help me with what?" Snape looked at him sarcastically, "Help me kill Dumbledore?"

"No, I won't kill innocent people, and it's really ungentlemanly to kill an old man who is about to die.

More importantly, I can't ruin your plan."

"Then why are you talking nonsense?"

"I know Harry Potter too well. He has too many prejudices and misunderstandings about you.

He put most of the responsibility for Sirius' death on you. If you kill Dumbledore with your own hands, you can't wash it off even if you jump into the Black Lake."

"So?"

"Give me your memory." Aaron looked at him solemnly and said, "This is what I can do for you. It can also be regarded as a student's gratitude to the teacher."

"Is this why you are looking for me?" Professor Snape was surprised and touched.

"What else? I can't go to Dumbledore. The old bastard might be able to make temporary arrangements for me before he dies.

You can trust me, professor. Although I am not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I am definitely on the opposite side of Voldemort.

I will protect Harry Potter, because I have made a contract with Voldemort. If he dies, I have to take him to experience the immortality that is more effective than the Horcrux.

At that time, I will be a lamb to the lamb, and he will definitely not let me go. "

"You are really crazy." Snape said lightly.

"Slytherin is good at keeping a low profile. At that time, making a contract was the best choice. I am not sure about the head-on confrontation." Aaron smiled as a matter of course, and then changed the subject, "But maybe I can try it now. Even if it doesn't work, he can't kill me. "

Hearing this, Snape showed a hint of sarcasm.

He reluctantly believed the first half of the sentence, but no one would believe the second half.

No matter how talented Aaron is, he is only seventeen years old this year. A wizard who has just reached adulthood can fight against the Dark Lord who dominates the magic world.

If this is true, what is the Phoenix Order's years of hard work? Is it a joke?

Seeing this, Aaron was speechless.

No one believes the truth. How many times has this happened? But he doesn't usually tell lies!

"Forget it, believe it or not." Aaron said, "Give me the memory. If you die in the war, I will give it to Harry Potter.

If you are alive, I will return the memory to you. You can explain it to him yourself. I am too lazy to waste time educating people."

Snape fell into a brief silence. After a long time, he raised his head, "No, I can't agree."

"Why?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but I can't take the risk. "

"We can make a covenant." Aaron thought for a while and said, "I am really worried that you will die unclearly. If you make a covenant, I will tell the truth at the most appropriate time and will not hinder your plan. If you violate it, you will suffer the pain of burning in flames. You can rest assured, right?"

Snape was still hesitant. Aaron sighed lightly and dropped a heavy bomb directly, "You don't want Lily's son to hate you for the rest of his life!"

Puff!

Snape's defense was broken instantly, and his face lost some blood.

He didn't want to die, but he was not afraid of death, nor was he worried about dying unclearly, but 'Lily's son' was his only weakness.

"I believe Lily will forgive you, but if she knows that her son has a huge hatred for you, then even if she dies, she may..."

"Enough." Snape gritted his teeth and cursed, "You won, okay! How could I have a student like you?"

"Well... Professor, you may not want to hear what I say.

But having a student like me is definitely the greatest honor of your life.

How many times have I helped you directly or indirectly over the years? Maybe I will have to save the day in the end!"

After saying that, Aaron took out two glass bottles, one red and one green, and placed them on the table politely.

"Why two?"

"Uh..." Aaron smiled embarrassedly, "The green bottle on the left is for me to see."

"What did you say?" Snape widened his eyes, seriously suspecting that he had heard wrong, "For you to see?"

"Professor, you have to be reasonable, I can't work for nothing!"

Snape's mouth twitched violently, and his right hand holding the wand clenched subconsciously, but then slowly loosened.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he seemed to be unable to beat this student.

"I didn't ask you to help me."

"Okay, let me put it another way." Aaron waved his hand, "I don't know your plan with Dumbledore, but I am obviously an uncertain factor."

"Very self-aware. "Snape sneered.

"So in order to avoid me interfering with your plan, is it necessary to let me know your plan?"

"It is necessary...wait, something seems to be wrong."

"Professor, you really think too much." Aaron smiled unnaturally, "Look at these two bottles, this is my sincerity!

My ultimate goal is definitely to destroy Voldemort, which does not conflict with your plan. I have to make sure that I will not make things worse after Dumbledore dies!

And you can put your plan in the green bottle as official business, and put your explanation to Harry, which is a private matter, in the red bottle, with a clear distinction between public and private, which is reasonable.

Of course, you can also copy the contents of the green bottle and put it in the red bottle, so that Lily's son can more clearly understand his misunderstanding of Severus Snape. I believe Harry will definitely repent from the bottom of his heart. "

"This..."

"I have agreed to sign a contract with you, what is there to hesitate about? "Aaron took out his wand, wrote a concise contract in the air, and signed his name, "Professor, please!"

Snape hesitated for a moment and waved his wand.

As the name 'Severus Snape' appeared in the air, the contract turned into a light spot and dissipated.

"The contract is concluded." Aaron smiled with satisfaction, then pointed to the two glass bottles, "You know what to do. "

Snape pursed his lips and pointed his wand at his temple with his trembling right hand.

He slowly pulled out the first silver thread and put it into the green bottle on the left, but the second one was difficult to pull out. His expression was extremely ferocious, as if he was making a life-or-death decision.

"Professor, think about Lily. This is one of your few chances to redeem yourself." Aaron held his right hand and nodded at him seriously.

Snape looked up and saw Aaron's affirmative eyes, and he immediately had great courage in his heart.

The second silver thread successfully fell into the red bottle. Professor Snape seemed to have been drained of most of his strength. He slumped in the chair, and his forehead was even covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Professor, you have a good rest, I won't disturb you." Aaron grabbed the two glass bottles neatly and turned to walk out the door.

"There is a problem. There must be something I overlooked." Snape murmured firmly, but soon threw this idea out of his mind.

The matter was done, the contract had been signed, the memory had been given, and it was too late for him to regret.

Moreover, he asked himself that he knew Aaron well, and there would be no harm in revealing the plan to him even if there was no benefit.

"What a fool! No wonder he was deceived by that old bastard Dumbledore for so many years.

Professor Snape, you are really not wronged at all!" Aaron looked at the two glass bottles in his hand and shook his head with emotion.

Contract, the ancestors said that only the contract written by oneself is the real contract, because you never know what traps others' contracts will have.

Tell the truth at the most appropriate time? What is the most appropriate time? He has the final say.

If you hinder the plan, you will suffer from the burning of the fire. Would he, the dignified Fire Dragon Slayer, be afraid of fire? He will eat as much as he can.

From the moment Snape signed the contract, he firmly took the initiative. Helping him maintain his dignity, proving his innocence and the purity of his soul is definitely necessary, but more important is Dumbledore's plan.

He knew how dark the White Devil's heart was. Who knew if his name was in his plan? He couldn't sleep well without finding out this.

Back at the Temple of the Gods, Claire seemed to know that he would come back and waited for him here in advance.

"What did you do?"

"Business, related to my next move." Aaron couldn't wait to pour the memory in the green bottle into the meditation basin. As for the memory in the red bottle... he would not look at it casually because it involved Snape's personal privacy.

"Whose memory is this?" Claire asked curiously.

"Professor Snape, it's ironic that the person Dumbledore trusts most in the entire Hogwarts, even the entire Order of the Phoenix, is not Professor McGonagall, not Hagrid, not Lupin or Moody, not even the savior Harry Potter, but Severus Snape, who has always been a double agent. He is the only one who knows Dumbledore's real plan." Aaron grinned proudly, "When you told me that Dumbledore would not live for more than a year, I thought I must get this memory, but I need a suitable opportunity."

"So you picked today?" Claire raised her eyebrows.

"There is nothing we can do about it. Our dean's psychological quality is not ordinary. Only on the day of Dumbledore's death, his psychological defense line is the most fragile and he needs comfort the most.

If it were any other time, he would probably not bother to pay attention to me, and he would even tell Dumbledore right after I found him.

But today he doesn't even have the chance to regret it, and he will definitely not find Dumbledore, because he wants the old man to leave as peacefully as possible."