"Ah, you're here, Severus." The Dark Lord in the darkness opened his scarlet eyes, looked at Snape coming, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Little Barty on the side frowned unhappily.

He was not jealous of Voldemort's kindness to Snape, but he had always been suspicious of Snape. He did not trust Snape, who had worked under Dumbledore for too many years.

Even though he was originally a spy and now has reached the level of second in command, is Snape still loyal to the Dark Lord? But Voldemort seems to trust Snape very much.

After being poisoned by the basilisk last time, Voldemort specifically asked Snape to make the antidote. In fact, Snape did a good job, and the antidote was very successful, preventing Voldemort from being in pain.

Snape didn't seem to care at all about the hostility shown by Barty Jr. He was like an empty shell, an emotionless puppet, wholeheartedly serving the Dark Lord.

"I have found out where Harry Potter is, Lord Dark Lord."

Even when talking to Voldemort, Snape did not kowtow like an ordinary Death Eater.

That is his privilege.

"You did a good job, Severus," Voldemort stood up from his chair and walked to Snape. He didn't even ask where Harry had gone immediately, but encouraged Snape first.

"You and Barty the Younger are the rare subordinates who rarely let me down," said Voldemort.

"I owe you my all," Snape said emotionlessly.

Perhaps his cold attitude also made Barty, a fanatical fan of Voldemort, a little dissatisfied.

However, Voldemort himself did not seem to care about this, and he would be more tolerant of capable people. Needless to say, Snape's talent in potions was great, and more importantly, he could provide Voldemort with useful information.

"Severus, there is one thing I did wrong," Voldemort whispered.

As he spoke, he moved around Snape like a snake wrapping around its prey. Snape's heart suddenly hung in the air. There was nothing around his body, but he seemed to be strangled by something and even had difficulty breathing.

"Even I make mistakes, and usually the mistakes I make are very huge." Voldemort paused, then looked at Snape and said slowly, "I disappoint you, don't I, Severus?"

"Master... I..." Snape's voice trembled.

"I shouldn't have killed Lily Evans, because I promised you, but I broke the agreement. Although she committed suicide..." Voldemort said sadly.

Snape's heart was like a handful of hay thrown into the fire, and was immediately filled with anger.

But he didn't dare to say anything he shouldn't say, lest his plan be exposed. He even felt that Voldemort had begun to doubt him, otherwise why would he bring up the past again? "Master, that... was just a woman..." Snape firmly sealed his heart and acted as if he didn't care.

He was so used to it that he didn't feel any pain when he said these words. What kind of response would he get if he stabbed the knife into the dead body?

"You are lying, Severus." Voldemort ruthlessly tore apart Snape's lies.

For a moment, Snape really wanted to tell everything, vent all his anger, and set everything he could see on fire!

But he didn't do it.

Because Voldemort spoke first.

"You love her."

The Dark Lord was actually talking about love.

"For so many years, you have been blaming me and your master," Voldemort whispered. He seemed to feel a little heartbroken, but he did not seem to blame Snape. "This is my mistake. I chilled the heart of a person who was originally loyal to me, and made him choose to stand on the side of our enemy."

He knew, he knew everything! Snape thought to himself, and at this moment, a trace of fear appeared in his heart, which had long been dry. He felt that he might not be able to escape, and the Dark Lord would never let betrayers go! So he cut off the fire from under the cauldron, took a step back, distanced himself from Voldemort, and drew out his wand with lightning speed.

However, Voldemort closed the distance between him and Snape in the blink of an eye, stretched out his hand and held Snape down - Snape found that Voldemort's strength was astonishingly great.

"Don't be impatient, Severus, just listen to me."

Snape couldn't move.

"I won't blame you, Severus. I was wrong first." Voldemort said as if he was very heartbroken. "I have no reason to blame you, but fortunately, we still have a chance to make up for it."

His words made Snape stunned.

Then, a prismatic stone was reflected in the pair of black pupils that looked like stagnant water - it was pitch black, but crystal clear, and brighter than the stars in the sky!

"Perhaps you haven't seen it, but you must have heard of it," Voldemort said like a devil, "The Resurrection Stone, this is the secret of my rebirth. If I can do it, then Lily Evans can do it too. What do you think, Severus?"

Snape did not answer. His eyes, which were like the abyss, were already filled with tiny stones.

Voldemort was very satisfied with Snape's reaction. He wanted Snape to be obsessed, to live a life of drunkenness and dreams, and to see hope right before his eyes!

"You can take it and revive anyone you want—"

Voldemort's voice kept echoing in Snape's ears.

He lowered his head, as if he still had concerns, and opened his mouth hesitantly. He knew that the words he was going to say might expose that he had obeyed Cyrus' orders, but he still had to ask this question:

"Master, I have seen the Resurrection Stone. Cyrus also has one... I'm afraid it can't revive..."

Hearing this, Voldemort became even happier.

"Of course he can, Severus. Otherwise, how would I have been resurrected?" Voldemort opened his arms and showed them in a circle in front of Snape. He would not tell Snape that he could be resurrected in an almost perfect way because he was not dead.

At this moment, Voldemort sat back in his chair, with the crystal clear Resurrection Stone placed in front of him. It was like a ray of light piercing through the dark world, and Snape could not take his eyes away from it.

Of course Snape knew how to get it, it all depended on his own choice.

"Okay, now, let's talk about the information you want to bring me."

Then the walking dead opened his eyes wide, and said in a voice that sounded calm on the surface but was actually full of turbulent waves: "Harry Potter has returned to his Muggle relatives' home... They plan to take Harry back to Hogwarts the day before the third project begins."

Because of the competition, all students had to return to Hogwarts this summer, so Voldemort didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"His Muggle relatives, those mudbloods, the lowly people, we have been looking for that location for a long time and can't find it. Where is it?" asked Voldemort.

Voldemort hoped Snape could give an answer.

Snape didn't know this before, but this question wasn't that difficult.

He took out a letter from behind. The letter looked a little old and was full of wrinkles.

Voldemort took the letter, but he did not open it because it was no longer needed. There was an address written on the outside of the envelope:

Mr Harry Potter, The Closet Under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"This is the letter sent from school in my first year. I have been waiting for this day, Master." Snape stood up and bowed to Voldemort.

"You have done well. When I regain control of the Elder Wand and take back its most powerful magic, I will fulfill my promise."

Voldemort left the room with Barty the Younger, leaving Snape alone, and he didn't even take the Resurrection Stone with him.

Snape raised his head and looked at the stone, but he dared not move. He knew that the Dark Lord would not let him take the stone so easily, and he had to make sure that the information Snape said was true.

What Snape said was of course true.

But he concealed part of it.

His thoughts went back to a moment not long ago, in the principal's office.

After receiving the message from Cyrus and Dumbledore, he rushed over immediately and staggered with Harry at the door.

Then he learned about all the plans.

Voldemort uses the Resurrection Stone as a condition to make Snape tell the truth. The competition is getting closer and closer, and Voldemort needs to get back the ownership of the Elder Wand as soon as possible, and he needs to find Harry.

But what Voldemort didn't know was that Snape's mission was precisely to tell him Harry's location.

The only difference was that the Harry he saw was not actually Harry, but Cyrus.

Cyrus personally performed Transfiguration on Harry, achieving an almost perfect transformation. However, Harry might still reveal flaws in some details. In order to make Harry adapt to the identity of "Cyrus", Cyrus had already exchanged identities with Harry several months ago.

Voldemort felt that the sharp-tongued Cyrus from a few days ago was a bit like Harry, but in fact, he was not like Harry, he was Harry.

And now, the person who actually lives in Privet Drive and waits for Voldemort's attack is Cyrus. - Number 4, Privet Drive.

Cyrus got off the motorcycle and greeted Sirius.

Sirius didn't know at this moment that Harry was pretending to be him. Cyrus had improved his Transfiguration after being discovered by the other party's dog nose the first time he transformed, making sure there would be no flaws in any aspect.

"We have to wait another month before we can have fun." Sirius said regretfully, "I'll pick you up then, and we'll take a motorcycle to Hogwarts to watch the game. Then I think I can take you to France. It's a bit dangerous over there now. It can be said to be the lair of the You-Know-Who. But Arthur is taking care of it, and there are many novel things there."

"Of course," Cyrus pursed his lips like Harry, looking reluctant yet full of anticipation.

He was carrying his luggage and was reluctant to take a step.

"Um, do you want me to help warn them?" Sirius asked tentatively.

Of course he wanted to warn the Dursleys. After all, it would be better to let them be nicer to Harry.

"No Sirius, I'm fine." Cyrus shook his head, then hugged Sirius and said goodbye to him. Sirius stood beside the magically modified motorcycle, watching his "godson" walk into the Dursleys' yard and rang the doorbell.

After a while, a walrus head popped out from the crack in the door.

Mr. Dursley looked quite funny, although his eyes were not particularly kind.

"Boy, I knew it was you!" Dursley said viciously, "Why does your magic school have a summer vacation? They should lock you up there forever!"

But he still opened the door and made a little room for Cyrus - with his size, he couldn't make more room.

"Good news. I probably won't be coming after this summer," Cyrus answered for Harry as he squeezed in past the Dursleys.

He is telling the truth.

This time he and Dumbledore were ready to kill Voldemort without leaving even a soul behind. Harry would never need to return to this place again to keep the protection spell in effect.

By that time, even if the Dursleys wanted Harry to come back, Harry probably wouldn't be willing to return to this place.

"Boy, what do you mean by that?" Dursley was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Cyrus said.

"It's meaningless." Cyrus usually had a good temper, but not as good as Harry's. "It's the last summer vacation anyway. No, it's only one month. Why don't we live in peace? There's no need to make everyone unhappy."

"It's really interesting. Why should we live in peace with people like you?" Dursley said sarcastically.

In fact, after Harry first went out to school, the Dursleys were a little afraid of Harry, but later they knew that Harry could not perform magic outside of school, and their fear was much less.

"What's the benefit of being unhappy with me?" Cyrus asked back, "I know you don't like me because James Potter did some unpleasant things, but I am still grateful to you."

At least, deep down in his heart, Harry was still a little grateful.

Otherwise, with Harry's personality, he would not even be afraid of Voldemort, and would dare to compete with the Dursleys even without using magic.

Cyrus' words made Dursley and Petunia a little stunned, but now he was already carrying his luggage and preparing to go upstairs. When he reached the corner of the stairs, he glanced at Petunia - a woman with a long thin neck.

Cyrus had seen photos of Lily Potter, and Penny didn't look much like her. He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and just carried his suitcase back to the room on the second floor that was originally a storage room.

He sat on the somewhat narrow bed and looked out the window.

Next, it's time to wait for Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)