Chapter 439 A Night in Godric's Hollow (I)

Fan Lin was a little nervous. Voldemort obviously couldn't be viewed through the eyes of a normal wizard.

Voldemort's impression on Fan Lin has always been that of coldness and cruelty. Those who are proficient in Avada's Kedavra and do not control it can easily be overtaken by the spell's negative effects.

However, with Voldemort's belief and strength, it was not only the Unforgivable Curse that could ultimately lead to this point.

Maybe it’s nature, maybe it’s nurture.

Fanlin also used the Unforgivable Curse, but it had no special impact.

In short, Fan Lin couldn't help but feel anxious.

Professor Snape's situation is undoubtedly very dangerous. Voldemort is not a leader like Fudge.

"I think you are worrying too much." The priest said slowly.

"It's just some worries. After all, he is very scary." Fan Lin said, and his anxiety was quickly calmed down by him.

"It is indeed very strong. At least, after leaving Greece, I am no match for him." The priest said that one can easily draw conclusions about Voldemort's power through Dumbledore.

"But as you said, this is in Greece." Fanlin said that this is impossible to happen. No one will fight on the enemy's home court. This is not the Muggle world, unless you are strong enough.

"Yes, this is in Greece. I haven't left for a long time." The priest said. He walked forward and the two of them came to a house. This was not Harry's house.

Fan Lin didn't quite understand what the priest wanted to show him. For Fan Lin, everything about Harry was no longer a secret.

The conversation in the distance continues.

Voldemort's patience was limited and he kept tapping his wand.

"What do you want to say, Severus? If it's some celebration, I'd really like to hear it."

"My master." Snape hesitated, his tone was very respectful, "I don't think this is anything to celebrate. Nothing can stop you, my master."

"This is the first time I have heard this statement, Severus." Voldemort said, his hands paused, and he turned his head to look at Snape with interest.

In fact, dealing with two Auror-level wizards and a child was not something the Dark Lord should have done. If it hadn't been for the prophecy, Voldemort wouldn't even bother to pay attention.

He's already going to succeed.

The whole of Britain was basically under his control. Dumbledore is on his last legs, and like his Order of the Phoenix, it has reached the end of its rope.

"Tell me what you want, Severus. Your master will not be stingy with rewards. Even if there is some discord now, it will have no impact." Voldemort said, looking very happy.

"What Wormtail said is true. Lily and James Potter are hiding here. He doesn't dare to lie to me. People like him are not qualified at all..." Voldemort said, "But I don't mind. Give him some rewards, even if he has already given some, but what he has contributed makes me feel very...pleasant."

As Voldemort said, his body was like a boneless snake. This was the result of Voldemort's transformation, but it was far from being as normal as the Voldemort after his resurrection. It could be said that the transformation was not complete.

"My master, as your most loyal servant, it is inappropriate to say these words now..."

"Then don't say it, Severus, you know, this can easily lead to accidents."

"My...my master..." Fan Lin saw a trace of cold sweat on Professor Snape's forehead.

"You know, I am 100% considerate of you, and I dare not complain at all about the master's decision..."

"But you still want to say it, don't you." Voldemort looked at Snape dangerously, and with a flick of his wand, Snape's robes were exposed.

"Forgive me, great Dark Lord, your servant was just asking for some mercy from you."

"Pity..." Voldemort looked at Snape, "You know, this word should not appear in your mouth."

"My master, I mean..."

"Severus, my patience is limited. If you are talking useless nonsense... you are very strange today..."

"I want to pray to the master for a person's life. This is just an insignificant thing to the master. I am willing to give everything I have and all my gifts..."

"Severus, you have to understand that the gift is not yours, but mine." Voldemort said slowly, fixing the wand in his hand with his thumb.

"My everything, Master, everything." Severus said, his head bowed deeply.

Voldemort is not particularly tall, but he can always overlook some people, or even many people.

"The day you become a Death Eater, your life no longer belongs to you." Voldemort said.

Snape's mouth trembled slightly, he had nothing to offer or exchange.

"However, I don't mind satisfying the selfish desires of some of my loyal servants. After all, your role during this period of time is beyond imagination."

"Thank you, my master." Snape buried his body lower, looking exactly like Peter Pettigrew.

"Put away your pitiful posture." Voldemort said, "You should sing my praises instead of being loyal here again."

"Yes, my lord," Severus said.

"Lily, right?" Voldemort said, staring at Snape's angular face.

"You know everything, Master."

"How pathetic, I thought you had given up everything." Voldemort said, and he made a tut-tut sound, as if he was teasing.

All people were under his control, and Voldemort was extremely confident about this.

"I can promise you that I won't kill Lily, but... you should know what to do, that mudblood."

"I will restrain him, there are many such spells in the dark arts."

Voldemort looked at Snape, and his expression could not reveal any information to Snape.

"Wait for me here, Severus, I want to go in alone, and I don't think you want to appear in front of them... the whole family... at this moment!"

Voldemort seemed to be referring to something, but for Snape, as long as Lily didn't die, then Snape could accept it.

No matter what happened, even if Voldemort cast an Avada Kedavra curse on him in the next second, although he did not believe in Voldemort, the current Dark Lord was something that no one could resist, not even Dumbledore. (To be continued)