"I feel much better."
"If it weren't for your help, I would have been dormant for a while longer."
Snape bowed his head respectfully.
"It is my duty, Master."
Lord Voldemort controlled the snake's body to move slowly, feeling the changes in his soul.
As a master of Horcrux creation, his understanding of souls was deeper than anyone else's.
Ever since he first split his soul to create a Horcrux, he had been searching for a way to repair soul damage.
But all attempts could only provide temporary relief, unable to truly restore the complete state before the split.
This healing potion was no different.
It did make his soul feel comfortable, but a complete repair was impossible.
However, this was already enough.
At least now he could remain conscious for a longer period.
"Severus."
"I need you to do something for me."
"Please command, Master," Snape replied.
"I want you to closely monitor Dumbledore's movements."
"Especially when he will leave Hogwarts."
Snape's heart tightened.
He knew Lord Voldemort was after the Philosopher's Stone.
As soon as Dumbledore left the school, Lord Voldemort would begin his actions.
"I understand, Master," Snape nodded in response.
"Very good," Lord Voldemort said with satisfaction.
"Please rest well, Master."
Snape bowed and exited the dormitory, walking towards his office.
The moment he closed the door, he finally relaxed a little.
The conversation with the Dark Lord had kept him highly tense, and now he could finally breathe.
He walked to his desk and saw today's The Daily Prophet, delivered by a House-elf.
Normally, he would browse it immediately, but recently, in order to awaken Lord Voldemort, he hadn't been able to pay attention to outside matters.
Snape casually opened the newspaper, his gaze falling on the front-page headline.
"Shocking Revelation: the savior and the Potions Genius's Love-Hate Relationship!"
His brow furrowed instantly.
What kind of trashy headline is this?
Snape continued to read, and his expression grew uglier the more he read.
"Charlie White and Hermione Granger's ambiguous relationship..."
"Harry Potter's anger due to jealousy..."
"Two talented male Wizards at loggerheads over one girl..."
Snape's fingers gripped the newspaper tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Although these words were about Charlie, they reminded him of his own experiences as a student.
It was also two men and one woman.
It was also having the beloved girl snatched away.
Even more ironically, the person who snatched away the beloved was also named Potter!
Snape felt that this report was writing about his own past.
A flame of anger flashed in his deep black eyes.
Given his attention to Charlie and Harry, he was certain that the relationship between these three was not as described in the article.
This article was malicious slander, but it made Snape even angrier.
Wasn't he the only one who had his beloved snatched away?
Is this kicking Charlie's butt? Clearly, it's slapping Snape's face!
Snape took out a piece of parchment.
As a Potions Master, it would be too easy for him to target a reporter; just one letter could ruin her.
This would also be a good way to repay Charlie's favor... In The Daily Prophet's editorial office, Rita Skeeter was leisurely flipping through the article she had published yesterday, with her legs crossed.
She contentedly counted the number of reader letters, a smug smile on her face.
"A love triangle story is indeed much more interesting than any inspirational story of a talented Young Wizard."
Rita hummed a little tune, feeling pleased.
She had long seen through the essence of this world; ordinary people loved to read such gossip news, who cared about academic achievements?
Besides, that Charlie White was just from an Orphanage and had only been at Hogwarts for half a year.
What kind of background could such a minor character have?
Rita had even dared to write negative stories about Dumbledore, though they were artistically embellished versions, and he was one of the most powerful people in the Wizarding World.
Although the article was quickly taken down, she was perfectly fine.
Pointing a gun at a good person would not cause trouble; Dumbledore would not use means outside the rules to deal with her.
Rita understood this principle very well.
Just as she was immersed in her triumphant mood, the office door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.
Bang!
The sound of the door hitting the wall startled Rita.
Editor-in-chief Albert Ross rushed in, his face ashen, his eyes spitting fire.
"Damn it! Who did you provoke?"
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