miss foley of hp hogwarts

In the dim light, a boy with slightly curly black hair that almost reached his shoulders raised his wand and pointed it directly at the decadent man on the ground.

"crucio."

This curse caused everyone present to laugh and look at Snape mockingly - it only made the man on the ground frown in pain.

"You're not qualified yet, go back to Hogwarts and be your good student, Mr. Snape, haha——"

"Look, coward!" Bella laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight, pointing in Snape's direction.

Voldemort walked up to Snape and circled around him. His voice was slow and low, but passed into Snape's ears very clearly.

"Severus Snape, it seems that you are not qualified to join us, why not-" he turned to look at the people on the long table, "Let another of our new members try? Esperance Foley—where is this lady?”

Snape's heart tightened, "No need! I mean - we don't need weak women here, Master. Please let me try again."

"It doesn't hurt to let him try, Master."

"What can a little girl accomplish? Just look at Alecto. Master, he is not as good as this boy."

The two thin-looking people at the table obviously didn't approve of Ace's joining.

The wand in Snape's hand was quickly pointed at Mr. Carrow, and with a sharp "crucio", the man on the ground began to roll in pain.

"Spare me, master—help—"

Snape tried his best to remember his hatred for the Carrow brothers and sisters after discovering that Ace was in danger, and cast this unforgivable spell.

"That's cool." Voldemort pressed Snape's hand holding the wand down. The cold temperature on it made him shrink back uncomfortably, "Carlo, remember this lesson."

"Yes, yes, Master." The man on the ground said in a weak voice, struggling to get up and sit next to Snape's seat on the long table.

"Let's welcome our new member - Severus Snape!"

Voldemort stood at the head and shouted, while the others clapped. There was still some contempt on his face, but it was hidden very cleverly.

The meeting did not last long, everyone dispersed at the Dark Lord's signal, and Snape was left behind.

"Don't be nervous, look at me, Snape."

Snape subconsciously looked into Voldemort's eyes, and then he felt a burst of pain coming from his mind - Voldemort used Legilimency on him without warning!

"Uh…"

Voldemort watched with interest the scenes of Snape being bullied as a child, his parents quarreling, and Snape being isolated in Slytherin.

But when he saw Snape's potion talent, he showed some excitement on his face.

Snape felt as if his mind was going to explode. Voldemort's "Legilimency" was completely different from Ace's. Ace tried his best to be gentle and restrained, but Voldemort was unscrupulous, ramming through your mind like a cold cobra.

Snape's face was distorted, but he quickly restrained himself in pain and tried not to think about things that would lead to Voldemort's clues.

Voldemort could only see him searching for traces of dark magic in the Forbidden Zone day after day, and occasionally Ace's figure appeared among them.

He could only see this young man's obsession with black magic and his yearning for power.

"Interesting." He finally stopped.

Snape was exhausted and fell to the ground. It was not a good thing to have his memory checked by the Dark Lord.

Snape had a hint of anger on his face, but he quickly calmed down his emotions.

Voldemort looked down at Snape at his feet from above, his voice was full of temptation, "Become my loyal servant, Snape, and I will give you everything you want. Follow me, and you will learn more than before." More at Hogwarts.”

"At your service, my master." Snape knelt on one knee at Voldemort's feet, took the corner of his robe and kissed him gently.

An obscure smile appeared on Voldemort's pale lips. The black robe hung sharply from his body, and the corners of the robe were held in Snape's hand.

"You should know, Snape, if you can't do it well, Miss Foley will take your place." Voldemort glimpsed Snape's heart and his love for Ace from the fragmentary aspects of his memory. , and threaten it.

Snape's hand holding the hem of his robe tightened slightly and he replied in a deep voice: "I will not let you down, my master."

Voldemort seemed tired and waved his hand. Snape exited the dark room, and the dark door closed behind him.

Snape quickly walked towards the room where Ace was.

The girl with a haggard face fell asleep peacefully on the soft bed, and the dark green quilt showed that there was no trace of blood on her face.

Snape took the girl's pale, almost transparent hand and gently pressed a kiss on it to soothe his heart.

After casting the Unforgivable Curse, he felt lonely inside. After Voldemort invaded his mind, his temples swelled and hurt.

Snape sighed, lay on the edge of the bed with Ace's hand on his pillow, and closed his eyes.

The stun spell had expired, and Ace suddenly opened her eyes. The soft touch on her hand made her turn around and see that it was Snape.

Seeing the setting sun outside the window, Ace sighed and a tear slipped from her eyes. She knew that Snape must have met Voldemort.

The guests left one by one.

Narcissa hugged Ace gently, with distress in her eyes.

She could not help but think of the soft and soft little Ace when she was just a few years old. Seeing this little girl who had grown up with her and whom she regarded as her younger sister being trapped in such a dangerous thing alone, she really couldn't help it. Don't worry.

Ace looked at Narcissa apologetically, feeling very sorry for not being able to attend her wedding.

"Let's go, Ace." Snape ended his conversation with Lucius and took Ace's hand.

"Miss!"

Vivi waited outside Malfoy Manor and smiled happily when she saw Ace coming out.

She took Snape and Ace back to Foley Manor. Seeing the two people hesitating to speak, she wisely returned to the kitchen - her own little world.

As the housekeeper and cook of Foley Manor, Weiwei manages it dutifully and feels happy for her fulfilling every day.

Ever since she was brought to Foley Manor by Ace's grandmother, she has been happy every day. There is no better owner than the Foley family, Vivi thought from the bottom of her heart.

She hopes everything is fine here - the elf sat on the low stool in the kitchen, holding his chin in his hands, looking at the dancing flames with his big eyes, thinking innocently.

She did not yet know that the master and mistress of the house were no longer there.