Voldemort was deeply conflicted now—so conflicted that the body he had only just possessed was already showing signs of collapse again.
In truth, he understood the problem. It was only a frail snake, far too weak to match a soul as great as his. That was also why he had prepared an entire cave full of snakes.
Since quality could not make up the difference, he could only scrape by with quantity.
As for Severus Snape, he still found it somewhat difficult to judge whether Snape had truly defected to Dumbledore's side.
He needed servants who were more useful and obedient now, and Severus Snape, as a Potions Master, was undoubtedly an excellent choice.
And yet the request Severus Snape had made of him back then had been so foolish that he truly found it hard to understand.
"She was only a woman... Besides, after Harry Potter entered Hogwarts, Snape was always insulting him..."
"So, yes... 'love' is that wretched. That is why I cast it aside... an indisputable burden!"
"I killed that woman. I helped Snape remove a weakness. He ought to be shedding tears of gratitude to me..."
Voldemort thought with a flicker in his eyes, until this body rotted away once more and he had no choice but to take on a fresh snake body.
"Snape's matter should be set aside for now... His staying at Hogwarts will be more useful to me. Only then will he be able to do more when the time comes..."
Hogwarts was a place that cultivated wizards, and to him, it held great significance.
As a professor who needed to remain inside the school, Severus Snape, in Voldemort's view, could also play a major role when necessary. There was no need to summon him over now.
After all, the Dark Mark