hotmtlnovel Chapter 68 Snape's Reputation Was Harmed
Chapter 68 Snape's Reputation Was Harmed
Chapter 68 Snape's Reputation Was Harmed
"What do you need?" Voldemort asked quietly.
"Knowledge." Kane paused after saying that. He had deep doubts about Professor Quirrell's teaching ability. If it were Voldemort teaching... he would have the same doubts.
After all, was Voldemort ever a professor? Could he have taught students well?
Unfortunately, there's no turning back now. The words have already been spoken, and to go back and come up with a new reason would be too deliberate.
"No problem. Come to my office every Wednesday evening from now on, and I'll personally teach you." Unexpectedly, Voldemort agreed with surprising ease, as if Kane's condition wasn't a condition but a reward.
"Now, Kane, let me see your strength, even if it's just to get a feel for you beforehand."
After Voldemort finished speaking, he stood quietly in place, intending to watch Kane's performance. That kind of dark magic, so deeply ingrained and seemingly innate, was something he could never get enough of watching.
Kane sighed. In the end, he still had to take action. But there was nothing to say. Back in the Eternal Realm, he would help take a couple of punches even if two butterflies were flying by the roadside. He wouldn't be much different from taking a unicorn.
"Alive or dead?" he asked.
"Alive."
As Voldemort finished speaking, the shadow beneath Kane's feet moved.
The shadow that had been clinging to him seemed to transform into a liquid, scattering in all directions and spinning endlessly around the lonely unicorn who knew nothing at the moment.
Suddenly, several sounds rang out throughout the Forbidden Forest. Not only did Kane's shadow, which had just slipped away, come to life, but most of the shadows centered on the unicorn also came to life.
Like slowly boiling a frog, the space in which a unicorn can move is gradually compressed.
Voldemort stood not far away, motionless, watching the overwhelming shadows that seemed to see enemies everywhere. He raised an eyebrow and smirked excitedly; this power should be his.
Kane, a mere wizard, could he possibly understand how to use it?
Thinking of this, his gaze towards Kane's retreating figure burned even brighter. He just needed to wait a little longer, until he figured out exactly what the challenges of protecting the magic stone were...
Meanwhile, under the unnoticed pressure of the shadows, by the time the unicorn realized what was happening, it was already completely immobilized and could only watch Voldemort approach from a distance to pick the peaches.
He picked up a stone from the ground and magically transformed it into a golden goblet. With his other hand, he held his wand and slashed across the unicorn's neck, spilling the unicorn's bright silver blood into the goblet.
After filling the cup, he drank it all in one gulp, and then started on the second cup.
"Kane, are you sure you don't want to try some?" Voldemort called out to Kane, who was sitting on a tree stump not far away.
"I'm not interested at all. It's said that drinking unicorn blood is cursed, and I don't think I'm tough enough, plus there's no need for it." Kane shook his head, showing absolutely no interest in the morbid curiosity of drinking blood, and even felt a bit sleepy.
Soon, Voldemort finished drinking the blood of an entire unicorn before leaving the Forbidden Forest with Kane, completely satisfied.
"Remember our promise, every Wednesday evening, I think it's the day after tomorrow. Don't be late, we have a new adventure ahead."
After Voldemort finished speaking, he disappeared down the corridor, while Kane rubbed his eyes and headed towards the Gryffindor Tower.
Halfway there, Kane suddenly felt a pair of hands grabbing him and pulling him towards one of the places. Kane was so frightened that he thought Charlie was chasing after him while he had a light source.
Fortunately, it wasn't Charlie's older sister who caught him, but Harry and his two friends.
After calming his heart, which had nearly jumped out of his throat, he slowly exhaled: "It's so late at night, two hours past curfew. Are you guys not sleeping soundly in your dorms just here to arrest me?"
Harry held up a finger to shush: "This is very important. We know who Nicolas Flamel is."
Kane scratched his head. "So? Who is it?"
"The only alchemist in British history, and indeed in the entire history of magic, to have successfully created a Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione replied.
Kane scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, after all, if the three of them knew that the Philosopher's Stone was currently on him... tsk tsk tsk.
However, Dumbledore's efficiency is truly remarkable. Not long ago, he mentioned that Harry's investigation into the Philosopher's Stone was progressing slowly, but now the progress has suddenly accelerated.
It's definitely Dumbledore, the director, who got involved.
"So your purpose for going on a night out tonight is... to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Kane asked, forcing his eyes open.
"No, Kane, it's about protecting the Philosopher's Stone, and it's already succeeded once. Although it has little to do with us, it's mainly about that dog." Ron's serious expression faltered halfway through his sentence.
"How about you guys see who looks more like the enemy, tell me, and I'll sneak up in the middle of the night and slit their throats?" Kane said half-jokingly.
He was genuinely curious whether Dumbledore had spoiled the final boss's identity in advance to speed up the story.
"We've made a preliminary identification; it's most likely Snape," Harry said in a low voice.
"Why can't it be Quirrell? I remember Quirrell cast a spell on you during the Quidditch match." Kane tried to help Harry write the answer as correct.
"At first, we did suspect Quirrell, but given Quirrell's behavior, if we locked him in a room on the fourth floor in the corridor, the big dog would be full in less than three minutes."
"But Snape is different. Although we saw Snape get bitten by the dog, he quickly subdued the three-headed dog with magic. Apart from being careless at the beginning, he was still very powerful."
Kane looked at Harry and Ron's peculiar thought processes and glanced at Hermione with a hint of helplessness: "Hermione, I knew you were smart; you must have other ideas."
Hermione nodded in agreement: "Professor Quirrell probably wouldn't have the guts."
Actually, Hermione had something left unsaid, such as how she figured Quirrell was a coward...
After all, the proper professor would pay protection money to the young wizard every now and then. Compared to that, Quirrell was utterly pathetic, paying protection money to Kane for a bag of Galleons for a single Mandrake.
Snape was a man of unyielding attitude, deducting points without hesitation and kicking Kane out of the classroom without a second thought. He was an indescribably cold-blooded individual.
Putting aside Snape's character, Quirrell is now seen by Quirrell as a synonym for both bad and cowardly. After being contradicted by Harry in class, Quidditch players secretly tripped him up on the Quidditch pitch.
You're telling this cowardly and wicked person that this guy dared to steal the Philosopher's Stone right under Dumbledore's nose?
There's really no reason to believe it.
Kane looked at the three people in front of him, all of whom had expressions of certainty that Snape was definitely not a good person. What could he say?
It's understandable that his reputation has been damaged; it's his own fault for not smiling much.
"So, can we go back to the dorm and get some sleep now?" Kane rubbed his face; his only wish right now was to get back to the dorm and get a good night's sleep.
Just as the three were about to agree to go back to sleep, a stiff yet magnetic voice came from not far away—it was Snape's: "You little wizards over there, come out here obediently!"
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