Chapter 1070
Snape's Teaching
Chapter 1070 Snape's Teaching
Wade met the scrutinizing gaze from the other side without flinching.
I couldn't convince him.
He said calmly, "Professor Dumbledore believes I need to acquire this knowledge in order to deal with some... more complex situations in the future."
“Professor, you should also know that if he is not willing, then no matter how much I plead, Professor Dumbledore will not agree.”
Snape's eyebrows twitched slightly.
This was also what puzzled him.
Snape always felt that Dumbledore should be like himself—
On the one hand, because they cherish Wade's talent and appreciate his attitude, they will do their best to protect him;
On the other hand, because they could always see a resemblance to Voldemort in this boy, they subconsciously maintained a high level of vigilance and would guide his growth more strictly.
—For example, restricting Wade's access to certain dangerous knowledge that he shouldn't have access to.
But now it seems that Dumbledore's judgment is different from his.
Snape sat there, his dark eyes fixed on Wade, and said in a low voice, "...a more complicated situation?"
Wid thought for a moment.
He suddenly realized that as a double agent, Snape should be better at lying than anyone else; even a wizard of Voldemort's caliber had never seen through his lies.
And such people probably crave authenticity more than anyone else.
He thought carefully about his experience in the United States.
Although he had to conceal the fact that he was not at Hogwarts during that period from the outside world, he could tell Snape most of what had happened.
However, revealing everything would be too troublesome.
After careful consideration, Wade said, "Professor Abigail's death is actually related to a guy in America known as the 'Dream Weaver'."
Snape's expression remained almost unchanged, except for a rapid contraction of his pupils.
Vader continued, "He was a fairy who was very skilled in memory magic. He could modify, erase, and weave other people's memories at will."
"Professor Abigail's memories were repeatedly altered by him. It wasn't until her death that she realized who she was and that her entire life was a lie—the people she loved, the people she hated, and the beliefs she pursued were all things that others had implanted in her mind."
“That goblin…” Snape asked, frowning, “is that the reason Dumbledore left the school this time?”
Wade shook his head: "No, he's dead."
"But behind the 'Dreamweaver' are accomplices hidden in the shadows, and among them there are certainly people skilled in memory magic."
The Potions Professor's Adam's apple bobbed, and the candlelight cast shadows in his deep-set eyes, obscuring the emotions within them.
The way Vader Grey spoke... was as if he had witnessed the goblin's death... or even orchestrated its demise.
And Dumbledore... He'd rather tell these things to a boy who hasn't even graduated yet than discuss them with them?
Snape gritted his teeth inwardly.
He raised his eyes and asked, "What is his purpose in manipulating Abigail?"
"To make her a loyal Purifier spy...to make wizards disappear from the world completely," Vader said.
For a long while, Snape remained silent.
He sat there, his eyes lowered, his face as pale as ever, the blue veins on his neck clearly visible.
Beneath his expressionless face, countless fragments of information flashed rapidly through his mind:
The snippets in the newspapers, the upheavals in the Magical Congress of America, Dumbledore's several obvious emotional changes last semester, Voldemort's frequent disappearances, Lucius Malfoy carrying out a mission similar to but completely different from his own... Countless clues collide and intertwine, yet seem completely unrelated to each other.
He was like someone who had grasped a handful of puzzle pieces, and vaguely glimpsed some truth.
However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the puzzle pieces were too fragmented, scattered in all directions, lacking the central pieces that would connect the whole puzzle, making it impossible for him to assemble the complete picture.
But if that's the case... then it makes sense that Dumbledore believed it was necessary for Vader to master more advanced memory magic.
He really needs it.
After a long silence, Snape finally spoke.
“I won’t ask you how you know,” he said. “I won’t ask you what you’ve done either.”
Snape looked at Wade, his tone very serious: "I can teach you, but you must promise—this power must never be used in the wrong place."
Wade nodded. "I know, Professor."
Snape chuckled. "No, you don't know... It's hard for a child your age to understand the dangers of memory magic."
"Most wizards' understanding of memory magic is limited to 'Oh, make that silly Muggle forget the scene of the spell he saw.'"
"Or like some foolish students, hoping that the professor will forget to assign their homework."
"—But this is an extremely superficial understanding."
Snape rose and walked across the bookshelves in the office, the edge of his black robe brushing against the edge of the assignments piled on the desk.
He said slowly, "Memory magic, in some ways, is more vicious and dangerous than the Unforgivable Curse."
"It can make a person completely lose their past, lose their dignity and pride, turn their most trusted people into enemies, and their most loved people into adversaries, and they would even be willing to be a dog."
"When the memory magic took effect, the real him was already completely killed. Worse still, he wouldn't even know he had been killed once."
"You're saying Abigail learned the truth before she died?"
"So she's actually lucky. Because most victims of memory magic don't even have a chance to recover!"
"So Dumbledore asked me to teach you this magic, which I initially disagreed with... but he always had his reasons... that's how he always is, making people feel obligated to grant his requests, or rather, his orders..."
As he spoke, his tone became sharper, even tinged with resentment.
Wade stared silently at the homework paper on the table, not daring to speak rashly.
Snape quickly noticed this, his voice faltered, and he immediately changed the subject:
"In short, before you learn memory magic, you must first learn to protect your brain. Let me confirm... you should have learned Occlumency?"
Wade sat up straighter: "Yes, Professor."
Snape curled his lips into a smile that looked nothing short of malicious.
"Then let me see how good you are... Legilimency!"
Snape struck with lightning speed, a spell swiftly hitting Wade before bouncing back without pause, striking Snape and causing the tall, thin Potions Professor to stumble, nearly dropping his wand.
(End of this chapter)