Voldemort stared at Snape with his scarlet, cold eyes, as deep as a vast ocean.
Snape's hair stood on end, but he didn't dodge at all and just stared at the Dark Lord.
Snape knew that Voldemort was using Legilimency on him, looking through his memories to determine whether he was lying.
This is the most critical link. No matter how fanciful Snape's words are, how reasonable his explanations are, or how sincere his feelings are, Voldemort will never believe it.
He will only believe what he "sees" with his own eyes.
Therefore, this is the time to truly test Snape's Occlumency. If he can deceive the Dark Lord, everything will be fine. If not... today next year will be his death anniversary.
After a long time, Voldemort finally whispered softly: "So Severus, what valuable information can you provide me?"
Snape's face was expressionless, but he was relieved inside.
This means...he passed the test tonight.
Voldemort trusted him again.
And this kind of trust is precious, because the Dark Lord is different from others in that he has absolute confidence in his Legilimency.
Others say they trust, but secretly they may have all kinds of doubts and temptations, but if Voldemort believes it, then he truly believes it.
"I can provide all the information about Dumbledore in the past ten years." Snape said quickly.
"This is indeed a valuable meeting gift..." Voldemort nodded slightly.
"anything else?"
"Dumbledore is ready to restart the Order of the Phoenix. He also plans to send people to the European continent to find giants and win them over..."
"As expected." Voldemort snorted and said disdainfully: "Keep talking!"
"Minister Fudge does not believe that you are back, and refuses Dumbledore's suggestion to eliminate the Dementors." Snape whispered:
"They had a falling out tonight and have gone their separate ways."
Voldemort smiled. This was the first time he smiled since seeing Snape.
"Yes, this is the first good news I heard tonight.
As long as Azkaban is still under the jurisdiction of the Dementors, all the dark wizards in the prison will be absorbed by us, and the Death Eaters will soon be able to regain the power they had thirteen years ago!"
"The falling out between Dumbledore and Fudge will also give us enough time to develop." Voldemort praised:
"Severus, it is indeed the right decision for you to stay at Hogwarts. You are much more useful than Malfoy and others."
"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Snape said excitedly: "I have another important piece of information."
"What?"
"Do you still remember the prophecy I told you back then?"
"The person who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord has entered... born into a family that has resisted him three times, at the end of July." Voldemort said coldly:
"Of course I remember this prophecy!"
It was this prophecy that led him to make the decision to kill Harry Potter, which then caused him to be rebounded by the Killing Curse.
"Back then, Sybill Trelawney met Albus Dumbledore at the Hog's Head Bar and made this prophecy..." Snape whispered:
"Then, I was discovered by the owner of the Pig Head Bar and thrown out. I recently learned that this prophecy was not complete. There was still half of it, and I didn't hear it."
Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly and asked: "What is the second half of the prophecy?"
"I'm still trying to find out, Master." Snape said, "But I can be sure that as long as we know the complete prophecy, we can easily get rid of... Harry Potter."
Voldemort was silent for a long time and said slowly:
"Severus, I want you to continue to go back to Hogwarts as an undercover agent and help me investigate this matter.
As long as you can find out the complete prophecy, I will give you an unimaginable reward!"
"Yes, Master!"
"You still want to help me investigate something..." Voldemort paused and said:
"Rolf Scamander, why can he learn many magics that only magical creatures can do."
Snape was stunned for a moment and said, "I understand."
"You should return to Hogwarts as soon as possible." Voldemort said, "I hope your loyalty will not waver again, Severus."
"No, my master... never, my master..." Snape knelt down again and kissed Voldemort's robe.
After Snape left, Voldemort stood there without moving, seemingly digesting the information he had just received.
He suddenly opened his eyes, stared into the distance, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Now that you're here, why don't you hide your head and show your tail? Are you so shameless?"
Before he could finish his words, Voldemort had already raised his wand, and saw the stones on the ground condensing together, turning into a long rock dragon that was more than ten meters long, and flew straight into the distance.
The next moment, Voldemort's mood became solemn. He saw a figure emerging. He just raised his hand, waved his long robe, and put the stone dragon into his sleeve without saying a word. Then he changed his hands and shook his sleeve. He moved his left hand in and out with his right hand.
The stone dragon turned into gravel again and scattered halfway up the mountain.
After a simple confrontation, Voldemort knew that the wizard in front of him... was very powerful.
He had already experienced a big battle tonight and half of his body was gone. He didn't want to take action rashly again, so he asked: "Who are you?"
The man lifted his hood and smiled:
"My name is Octavius Arkus, and my current official identity is... the Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic."
"Director of the Department of International Cooperation?" Voldemort thought to himself: "Is there such a powerful wizard in the Ministry of Magic?"
He stared at Akus and found that he must be very old. His face was covered with wrinkles, but his hair was as black as night, without a single white hair. He also had a neat black beard on his face, covered by a piece of black leather.
The left eye, but the right eye is as blue as the midsummer sky.
Voldemort seemed to suddenly remember something, he frowned and said:
"I have read a black magic book called "The Dark Code" before, and the author's name seems to be the same as yours."
"I didn't expect the famous Dark Lord to have read that magic book." Akusi smiled and said, "I wrote that when I was young."
"If I remember correctly." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said hoarsely:
"That Arkus is a dark wizard born in the eighteenth century."
"That's right." Akusi said calmly: "I am over two hundred years old now."
Looking at Voldemort's expression, he continued:
"Don't be surprised... Not to mention that Nico Flamel lived for more than 600 years, and your principal Armando Dippet was also over 300 years old. A mere 200 years old is nothing."
"So, why would a wizard like you... come to me?" Voldemort gently fiddled with the wand in his hand.
"My master asked me to come to you."
"Your master?!"
"Yes." A smile appeared on Akus' face.
"He is a descendant of Slytherin just like you. If we go by generation, he is still your great-great-grandfather."
Voldemort looked at Arkus with his cold red eyes, "What is your master's name?"
