Dealing with Heretical Devilish Ways Doesn't Require Martial Morality

Dealing with Heretical Devilish Ways Doesn't Require Martial Morality!

"W-What is that!?"

Harry's eyes widened in terror.

"Obviously, it's a snake, isn't it?"

Bell put on an unconcerned look, his tone exceedingly casual.

At that moment, where Harry's lightning-shaped scar should have been, that iconic scar had vanished without a trace. In its place was a tiny pitch-black snake.

It had to be said that although Voldemort was ugly as hell, the little snake he had turned into looked like a work of art carved from the finest black crystal. It even looked rather cute.

"Say, Harry, that little snake looks pretty cute. Why not keep it? It's really quite cool."

Bell was determined to piss people off for free.

"What kind of joke is that!"

Before Harry could speak, Snape jumped in first.

When it came to hatred for Voldemort, Snape's ran far deeper than Harry's. After all, Harry's parents had died before he was old enough to remember them. Everything Harry knew about them had come from other people.

But Snape was different. He and Lily had truly been childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little. He had personally lived through the time when Voldemort killed Lily. His hatred for Voldemort was truly bone-deep.

Now that Voldemort's last remaining soul was right before him, Snape wished he could rush over to Harry and strangle that little snake with his own hands. Yet, concerned for Harry's life, he could only force himself to endure it and dared not act rashly.

"Uh, Professor, you know I was joking. Don't take it so seriously."

A joke? If Snape was the one who hated Voldemort most here, then Bell was the one who most wanted the experiment to proceed smoothly. Whoever dared to interfere with the experiment would regret ever coming into