"You're two hours and seven minutes late, Severus."

Standing in the mountains, Voldemort was fiddling with a magic wand with his pale left hand.

He looked into the distance, and the view here was wide and he could see a bright light.

Voldemort sighed silently, the outline of the castle set against the sky in the distance.

The unique spire of Hogwarts shines with mysterious light of wisdom in the sky on a dark summer night.

That is the treasure hiding place, he thought.

It was also his former home, burying the most important memory of his youth.

But he couldn't go in.

In the past few decades, it was because of an old man... and there was another young man tonight.

Dumbledore will eventually grow old, in fact, he is already old; but Stark, who was born in nowhere, is only sixteen years old.

This made Voldemort feel an inexplicable sense of urgency.

"Why did you choose the meeting place, master?" Snape lay humbly on the ground.

"It's too close to Hogwarts, and those people are searching you. If Dumbledore finds..."

"Do you think I'm afraid of Dumbledore?" Voldemort's red eyes were flashing coldly.

"No, after you resurrected tonight, Dumbledore has been worried, he is afraid that you will be resurrected...he is old!"

"I can't see that he is afraid, otherwise how could he be relieved that Stark's mud breed appeared alone at my resurrection banquet." Voldemort snorted.

"Why, you came alone without bringing Dumbledore and Stark to capture me?

I thought there would be an ambush here."

"I have always been yours, from beginning to end." Snape became more and more humble.

"At that time, you ordered me to go to Hogwarts Magic School and secretly monitor Albus Dumbledore...you forgot?"

"Yes, follow my orders... I have been there for more than ten years. I haven't seen that you are a loyal servant." Voldemort sarcastically said:

"If you are really so loyal, why haven't you come to me for so many years? Come and save your poor master?

Lift your head and look into my eyes!”

Voldemort said coldly.

Snape looked up and his black pupils looked at the pair of magical red eyes.

He knew that Voldemort was already taking the God's mind and judging whether he was lying.

"I thought you... at that time, everyone thought so... you were dead." Snape said sincerely.

"I did something wrong? Shouldn't I doubt your ability? I don't want to justify or cover up this, but that's the case..."

"Yes? Everly, Yaxley, the Carros, Greybock, Lucius..."

Voldemort's red eyes? That flat, snake-like face, a pale glimmer of light flashing in the dimness.

"And many others...you think so? I think the great Dark Lord was dead and killed by a small baby.

Even if I tell you repeatedly? I am on the road to death? I am farther than anyone else.

But you don’t believe it!

You guys disappointed me!

Heart-wrenching!!”

Snape screamed, and he rolled on the ground in pain and begged for mercy.

But Voldemort had no intention of stopping. He enjoyed this torture, and even this time casting? It was longer than torture Malfoy before...than torture anyone.

Because Snape...is late!

When the Dark Lord summoned the servant? Snape did not arrive immediately... With this alone, he deserves to die!

But Voldemort still wanted to hear Snape's explanation. If he couldn't bring surprises, the kind Dark Lord wouldn't mind giving him a "surprise".

"Four years ago? Why did you stop me from getting the Philosopher's Stone?" he asked.

Snape wailed:

"I didn't know it was you at the beginning. At that time, all I saw was the greedy and incompetent Qiluo? He wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

I admit that I did my best to stop him.

But you didn't look for me? Even if I just leaked a little plan to me, I would try my best to steal the Philosopher's Stone!”

"Do you know why I didn't tell you? I know why I'm so weak? Would you rather share a body with a mediocre wizard than expose yourself to a former servant?"

Voldemort stared at Snape's eyes and raised his voice slightly.

"Because I don't know if you are trustworthy, I'm afraid... I'm afraid you will go from a loyal Death Eater to Dumbledore's lackey!

I didn't dare to believe you at that time. Then four years later, tell me, why should I believe you!"

Voldemort did not step on Snape's hair, but on his back.

"Even when you feel the black mark burning when you feel the black mark burning, you can immediately drive me around... I can convince myself to try to trust you at this time.

But you don't!"

"Yes, I came back two hours later, master." Snape said loudly.

"I came back following Dumbledore's instructions."

"What, you came back following Dumbledore's words?" Voldemort was furious.

"Yes, master." Snape said with a pain: "I was late, but I waited for those two hours, in just two hours, and I promised that I could continue to stay in Hogwarts as a spy!"

Voldemort stared at Snape, without saying a word.

"Now, Dumbledore thought I was his man," Snape said quickly.

"I keep reporting on his and the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Orth of the Phoenix!" Voldemort roared.

"Yes, Dumbledore had issued a Phoenix Order earlier tonight, restarting the Order of the Phoenix!" Snape brought the first information.

"As expected." Voldemort said disdainfully. "Continue!"

"Dark Demon's marks became clearer and clearer in those months. I knew you were going to make a comeback, and all the Death Eaters knew about it!" Snape continued to explain.

“I have enough time to think about where to go and plan what to do next.

I still remember your order!

But I can't contact you, I can only make my own decisions. I think... as long as I gain Dumbledore's trust, it can bring more benefits.

I succeeded, he really thought I was his person…”

Voldemort said in his high-pitched, clear voice, "So, what important information do you bring to me?"

"All the intelligence about Dumbledore over the past sixteen years," Snape said immediately.

"This is indeed a valuable gift of meeting..." Voldemort nodded.

"What else?"

"Crouch has been arrested, and the house elf Shining. His plan has been seen through Stark.

So, Stark will only show up at your Resurrection Party tonight.”

"A loyal servant, unfortunately... it's too useless." Voldemort said coldly.

A dead servant has no value. Even if he is loyal.

"I have another important information."

"What?"

Snape whispered: “Dumbledore and Minister Foggy have parted ways. Foggy doesn’t believe you are back.

Not long after, I think Fudge will interfere with Hogwarts next semester.

Dumbledore will have no time to deal with us.”

Voldemort smiled, this was the first time he had smiled after seeing Snape.

"Yes, this is the first good news I heard today. The other servants have no use except regret."

Snape had no expression on his face, but he breathed a sigh of relief inside.

This means...he passed tonight.

Voldemort re-trusts him.

After a moment of silence, Voldemort suddenly said, "Severus, you are a potion master, and you are more proficient in this regard than me.

Please help me see the wounds in my arm.”

Snape was shocked.
To be continued...