Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 1519: Strange Godfather

Harry, too, had lost all ability to think. He now had only one thought in his mind: to catch Snape and avenge Dumbledore!

Even though he already knew that Dumbledore had willingly chosen to die, things shouldn’t have turned out like this. It shouldn’t have been Snape who killed Dumbledore.

Impossible. Things couldn’t have happened this way.

Why was it Snape? Dumbledore obviously trusted him so much.

Even if it had been Malfoy who killed Dumbledore, Harry wouldn’t have been this furious. So when he saw Evan descending on his broomstick to join the fight, Harry acted almost without thinking; he leapt up and grabbed the broom Evan had just vacated.

“Harry…” Evan shouted, he didn’t want Harry to chase after Snape!

There was no point in holding Snape back. What they needed now was for everyone to believe that Snape had killed Dumbledore, not to let him stay and explain.

Snape had to escape. The battle that followed Dumbledore’s death had already begun!

In this battle, Snape would play a crucial role. But first, he had to win Voldemort’s trust to the greatest extent.

If he was caught, that trust would be severely undermined.

And if the truth were uncovered, they would face the darkest outcome imaginable.

A curse exploded and struck Harry as he climbed onto the broom. He was bleeding, but he didn’t care. He seemed completely mad.

Harry didn’t care about his injuries and hadn’t heard a word Evan had said. In a hoarse voice, he shouted, “He killed Dumbledore — he killed Dumbledore! I’m going to catch him! I have to catch him.”

“What?!”

The one who reacted most strongly to Harry’s words was Hagrid. He suddenly stopped charging toward the enemy, his massive form coming to a halt.

“What did yeh say just now, Harry?!”

Harry didn’t answer him. He had already flown high into the sky, chasing after Snape and Malfoy at the edge of the battlements.

In no time, he had vanished into the deep night.

Looking at Hagrid, who was also in a somewhat abnormal state, Evan sighed. Both of them were like this. He flicked his wand, sending a red spell flashing toward the Death Eater who was about to cast Avada Kedavra on Hagrid. …

By the gates, Malfoy’s mind, which had just restarted, was still in chaos.

He still seemed to be unable to believe that Dumbledore was dead!

Although this was something he had imagined countless times in the past year, now that it had actually happened, Malfoy did not have the courage to believe it.

Dumbledore, that incredibly powerful wizard, was just dead, like that! Killed by Snape!

Thinking of this, Malfoy turned his head and looked fearfully at the familiar yet now unfamiliar figure beside him.

Was this still the Head of House he knew? The two of them had actually killed Dumbledore.

Malfoy had known Snape since he was very, very young.

The relationship between the two of them was unusual, not a simple teacher-student relationship. Snape was also his godfather.

But, to be honest, Malfoy did not like his godfather very much. From any angle, Snape was not a likable person, but his father trusted him, and Malfoy also knew that Snape was a highly capable wizard, possessing status and influence.

Head of Slytherin House, Potions Master, and a powerful wizard, these identities overlapped, enough for Snape to provide a lot of help to Malfoy’s growth. In the Malfoy family, friendships weren’t built on personal feelings, but on usefulness.

And without a doubt, Severus Snape was very useful and worthy of being his godfather.   

Especially since arriving at Hogwarts, Snape’s special treatment of him had made Malfoy believe this. Although their relationship could hardly be described as warm, Malfoy had undoubtedly been complacent about having Snape as his godfather.

All this changed after Voldemort’s resurrection!

Especially after his father Lucius Malfoy was captured in Azkaban, many things changed.

Watching his mother grow more haggard by the day, and seeing the family’s prestige fade, Draco Malfoy blamed it all on the shifting times.

Under the rule of the Dark Lord, the old rules no longer worked.

To regain his former glory, he would have to adapt to the new rules. He had to win the Dark Lord’s trust; Malfoy knew this very well. So when Voldemort personally assigned him the task of killing Dumbledore, despite the fear of death, what he felt more than anything was excitement.

He knew that this was a punishment, a punishment for his father’s failure, but at the same time, it was also an opportunity.

If he could succeed, he would lead the Malfoy family back to the top.

Malfoy firmly believed in this, which was the only motivation that supported him throughout the past year.

Although Snape had expressed his desire to help him complete the task countless times, Malfoy never truly trusted him. Under the new rules, Snape was no longer his godfather, no longer someone who could help the Malfoy family — he was a rival.

Yes, a rival!

Over countless nights this past year, Malfoy had reminded himself again and again that no one could be trusted, not Snape, not even Goyle or Crabbe.

He could only rely on himself now, and he could only trust himself.

As long as he killed Dumbledore, he would gain glory, and the Dark Lord would give him the highest honor.

Malfoy firmly believed all of that, until tonight. …

Standing in front of the weak Dumbledore, with just one spell needed to kill him, Malfoy found that he simply couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill Dumbledore.

He hadn’t been able to in the past, he couldn’t now, and he never would be able to.

In Dumbledore’s words, he was not a killer, and his soul had not fallen that far.

And even more so, this wasn’t just anyone. He was being asked to kill Dumbledore, the greatest wizard.

Those Death Eaters — no matter how indifferent they appeared on the surface — Malfoy knew they were afraid. None of them had the courage to take that final step.

They were all cowards, too afraid to kill Dumbledore.

But Snape, that professor and godfather Malfoy had once been very familiar with, killed Dumbledore without the slightest hesitation, with seething hatred!

Even though Dumbledore begged him so much, he hadn’t wavered.

Avada Kedavra!

That cold, emotionless voice, and the sight of Dumbledore falling from the tower, replayed in Malfoy’s mind over and over again, each time as vivid and terrifying as the last.

Yes, fear, Malfoy felt no sense of triumph at all now.

All he felt was fear, endless, overwhelming fear. He had just witnessed something utterly monstrous.

Was this still Severus Snape?

Malfoy glanced at him furtively, as if seeing him for the first time.

He didn’t understand why this man was still bringing him along in his escape. He was obviously no longer of any use. Dumbledore was dead, but he hadn’t been the one to kill him. The task the Dark Lord had given him remained unfinished. The Malfoy family was finished.

Why would Snape, who was about to receive the highest honors, still be protecting someone as worthless as him?

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