Professor Snape lowered his head, a solemn expression on his face, feeling a tightness in his chest.
In that Castle, there were only two things Voldemort cared about: one was his Horcrux, which might or might exist, and the other was Harry Potter, whose existence was certain.
He asked no superfluous questions, standing quietly to the side with his hands folded, looking completely indifferent to the matter.
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