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Chapter 369 Trust
Chapter 369 Trust
Snape walked over, holding a bottle of potion in his hand.
"Water of Life and Death." Crouch looked at it and recognized it at a glance, "Do you want to use this kind of thing for me?"
"The Greatest White Wizard."
"And the heir of Gryffindor."
"You don't have confidence in your own magic, do you think you can't hold me?"
Harry responded, "It's a special potion, Mr. Crouch, and I think you'll love it."
Snape squatted straight down, pinched Crouch's chin, met his gaze, and was about to pour the potion in his hand.
"Wait." Harry stopped.
Snape made a move.
With a wave of his wand, Harry slammed the cork out and sniffed lightly: "Go on, Professor."
"Potter, it seems that your brain has really been polluted by trolls." Snape narrowed his eyes, his tone was bad, and he began to sneer, "Seeing that I am now a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I doubt that I even Can't get the potion out?"
Harry said nothing, just smiled contemptuously.
Snape sneered and continued to pinch Crouch's chin.
The two looked at each other.
Nothing was said.
Snape roughly poured the potion into his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, Crouch fell asleep, and soon a painful expression appeared on his cheeks.
He snorted softly, turned and left.
Harry left too.
In the middle of the night, Crouch woke up suddenly. There was no fireplace in the room. Although the magic was airtight, there was still a chill penetrating into his bones. Sticky cold sweat.
"It seems that the taste of nightmares is not good?" A dark shadow came out of Crouch, opened his mouth, and spit out Snape's voice.
"It's really a novel potion." Crouch stared at the dark shadow with an erratic tone.
I don't know how to evaluate the water of life and death that can make people have nightmares.
Still evaluate this dark substitute.
Snape said impatiently: "I don't have time to talk nonsense. In order to hide from Potter, I mixed in the water of life and death. It only has a 10-minute effect."
"What do you want me to do now?"
Crouch glanced at the blackboard and asked, "Is my contract with Hogwarts really cancelled?"
Snape responded, "I don't know."
"But that's Potter, and he said so, and I'm afraid it's true."
Crouch sighed: "Put me out, as long as I can get out of here, I can."
"Crouch, have you been fooled by Potter?" Snape interrupted him impatiently, "Or, I overestimated your willpower and fed you too much water of life and death, and you haven't seen it yet. To wake you up? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Can't do it, Severus." Crouch said softly.
Snape's tone was affirmative: "Of course it can't be done."
"Look at the magic in this classroom. I wouldn't have been able to sneak in without Potter bringing me in."
"Don't even think about breaking these spells. This is a joint cast of Dumbledore and Potter. Maybe give me half an hour, an hour and I can break it, but you can guess how long it will take for Potter to come over." ?”
Speaking of which.
He paused for a while: "Even if you can figure out a way to break these spells in the classroom silently, the seventh and eighth floors, as well as the Gryffindor tower and the Ravenclaw tower, are all magically used by Potter." Locked down, all house-elves out of there, disillusionment spells, invisibility cloaks, things like that are forbidden."
"You can't get through."
Crouch sighed with emotion: "Potter is really sharp."
"His godfather is Sirius, a hound, and it's only natural that he has a hound nose," said Snape, sneering.
Crouch fell silent.
Snape continued, "What do I need to do now?"
Crouch remained silent.
Snape's tone was suddenly sharp: "You still don't trust me, Crouch."
Crouch grinned: "How can I trust you, Severus."
He wanted to raise his hands, but his hands were bound by magic and tied behind his back, he could only shake his head: "You are different from us."
"You used to be the Potions professor at Hogwarts, and now you're the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Dumbledore has vouched for you. You have your father's mark on you. The Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot know it, but they all tolerate you and recognize your status as a master of potions."
He raised his head and looked at the dark shadow.
"I have as much wisdom as you, and even smarter than you."
"Severus, we are all Slytherins."
Slytherin is not Hufflepuff, nor Gryffindor, and will not follow the "stupid" and "dead-eyed" way to the dark. Being wise and safe is the biggest creed of the Snake Court.
Nothing is more important than personal interests.
Unless that matter can bring greater personal benefits.
Crouch is loyal to Voldemort, but he is not stupid. He is very clear about himself, the Death Eaters, and his father's current situation. "Loyal Death Eater" backstab.
Voldemort was once strong.
But now, in front of Potter and Dumbledore, he was also weak.
The weak are never worth following, especially not Slytherins.
And Snape
In Crouch's eyes, he is a very typical Slytherin.
As a half-blood, he could get along well in Slytherin, where pure-bloodism was prevalent at that time, and even forged a friendship with Lucius Malfoy.After graduating, he joined the Death Eaters non-stop. In less than a year, he gained the deep trust of his father, almost only under himself and Bellatrix.
And just after his father's downfall, almost seamlessly, he won Dumbledore's trust, let the hated white wizard personally come forward to keep him, and allowed him to teach in Hogwarts.
This is the treatment that my father didn't get.
Crouch's impression of Snape
Double-faced, three-handed, sycophant, rhetoric, and deep-minded.
Crouch couldn't believe him for such a man who could please him at any time.
Especially in the current situation.
The chariots, horses and elephant soldiers were all eaten, the queen was dead, and the king was cornered.
The opponent has a complete set of chariots, horses, elephants and soldiers, even two queens.
General.
"Aren't you equally loyal to the Dark Lord?" Snape understood what Crouch meant, and he asked back.
Crouch puffed up his chest: "That's my father."
"To your real father, you have not fulfilled your responsibilities as a son to your real father." Snape sneered at him.
"You mean Barty Crouch? He's not a father." Crouch shook his head.
Snape replied softly: "Master once said that if I am a Death Eater, I am destined to be a Death Eater forever."
"Things imprinted on the body will not lose their imprint due to other influences."
"Maybe Dumbledore can trust me."
"But Potter won't."
Crouch suddenly asked, "Do you want Potter dead?"
"Of course." Snape said without any hesitation, "I wish I could cut him to pieces!"
"It's just not the chance."
Crouch stared at the dark shadow and said nothing.
"The most important thing, Crouch, you can only trust me now." Snape continued softly, "Could it be that the friend you hid on the seventh floor, the eighth floor, or Gryffindor Tower, can be like Am I helping you like this?"
"Karkaroff?"
"still?"
Crouch shook his head: "Severus, you shouldn't ask too many things you shouldn't know."
"You should try to trust me." Snape said sarcastically, "The only help you have."
Crouch interrupted him: "If you are loyal to your father, you can bear my suspicion of you."
"The current situation is not good for father."
"Everything is careful."
Snape said nothing more.
Crouch took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Write a letter and deliver it to this address in Austria."
He whispered, spit out a string of weird syllables.
Guarded by a secret spell.
Snape remembered, by heart.
"Write it in the letter and tell them that it's time to act." Crouch paused and lowered his voice.
"They?" Snape asked. "Which of them?"
"You just need to write like this." Crouch didn't elaborate, just shook his head.
Snape wanted to keep asking.
But after 10 minutes, the potion gradually lost its effect, and the dark shadow collapsed into a puddle of transparent liquid, which wet the floor. Crouch moved, aiming at the puddle of water as much as possible, so that he could see It looked like he had to solve it on the spot because of his limited mobility.
in the principal's office.
Snape let out a long breath and opened his eyes: "Crouch is very careful, he still suspects that I am not loyal to the Dark Lord."
"His suspicions are justified." Harry nodded.
Snape glanced at him: "He gave me an address and asked me to write a letter to send there. The content of the letter is to tell them that they can act now."
"They?" Dumbledore, like Snape, said the word.
"Goblins, giants, and maybe other dark creatures?" Harry waved his hands. "Oh, and the Wild Hunt."
"That's what they should be referring to."
"Where is that address?"
Snape shook his head: "I can't tell, there is a secrecy spell, and the secret keeper is Crouch."
"It seems we have to follow you." Harry said, looking at Dumbledore, "Albus, are you going to follow Professor Snape, or should I?"
"You have to study hard, Harry." Dumbledore said with a serious face, "Slytherin is still the first in the house. If you don't work hard, this year's house cup should be taken away by Slytherin."
Snape frowned: "Albus, I, the head of Slytherin, are still here, you are so partial to Gryffindor"
"Potter."
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor."
Dumbledore refused to budge: "Severus, Harry helps Hogwarts solve the problem of the Forbidden Forest, and Gryffindor adds thirty points."
"Then another twenty points from Gryffindor, because Potter, I hate you." Snape responded to him.
(End of this chapter)