miss foley of hp hogwarts

The sound of the heavy wooden door scraping against the thick carpet sounded behind Ace, and that creepy looking gaze was fixed on Ace's back.

"Well, well, let's see what the smart Miss Foley brings to me?"

Ace could feel the cold breath gradually approaching him and stopping behind him.

Voldemort's shadow reflected through the doorframe loomed over her, blending into the darkness of the surrounding room.

The cold, pale bones grabbed Ace's shoulders hard, pressing her down on the chair as she was about to stand up. The force was so strong that she couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss".

"mylord..."

"Shh." The hand slid down from her shoulder and picked up the small bag on her waist.

Voldemort took it and sat on the chair at the head of the long table.

Ace finally saw him clearly and couldn't help but be surprised.

Voldemort became more and more terrifying. His originally pale skin was covered with black blood vessels, and his face was densely packed like a spider web.

He was almost a skeleton covered in wax.

Ace shuddered.

Voldemort put his dead branch-like hand into the bag, rummaged through it, and took out a bunch of potion bottles.

He seemed to be very interested in this nerve-wracking trick, and slowly selected the concentration potion from it.

"Letmesee, it's not this bottle, it's not this bottle, is it?"

Looking at the bottle of elixir in his hand, Voldemort's expression suddenly became very bad.

"Elixir? Ha." A contemptuous smile appeared on his face, "Slughorn must have taught you how to prepare it. That old man likes stupid students who are smart and obedient."

As the last word fell, the bottle of blessed elixir was thrown to the ground, exploding on the carpet with a "bang" sound, and the golden stream of light filled the carpet.

Ace didn't know which nerve this triggered in him made him act like this.

But considering that Voldemort was Slughorn's favorite student, the friendship between the two must be very comparable.

No, maybe it was just Slughorn who thought so.Ace mocked inwardly.

The glass bottles were all swept to the ground, leaving only the transparent bottle of concentration potion standing on the table.

Ace was nervous.

"Drink it," she said to herself.

There was a knock on the door, and Malfoy's voice came, "Lord, Mr. Avery has something to report to you."

Looking at the hand that picked up the potion and then put it down, Ace sighed inwardly.

When Mr. Avery walked in and saw Ace, he was obviously very dissatisfied with the way she looked here, and even vaguely rolled his eyes at her.

"My dear master, I have something important to report to you."

"Yes." Voldemort nodded, indicating for him to continue.

Mr. Avery looked at Ace and then at Voldemort, "Master, this..."

Voldemort was not that good-tempered. He looked at Mr. Avery impatiently and said, "Say."

Mr. Avery's body trembled and he began to report, "Master, I found that someone recently tried to win over several other restless old guys to their side."

"Order of the Phoenix? No, no, that old man Dumbledore wouldn't do that. He doesn't look down on these people." Voldemort shook his head.

"It doesn't look like someone from the Order of the Phoenix did it, but it looks a bit like Gryffindor students."

"Hahaha, Gryffindor students?" Voldemort laughed mockingly for a while, "They are just a bunch of idiots, but those restless little bugs should be taken care of."

Voldemort looked at Malfoy aside, "Lucius, I guess you wouldn't mind calling Bella over for me?"

Lucius' face darkened for a moment, but he still nodded, "Okay, Master."

In his heart, he was not happy to go to the crazy woman Bellatrix. Ever since she lost her master's things, she had become even more crazy.

He would bark like a mad dog at anyone he saw, even his own sister.

But there was no other way, he still had to go.

"Let's see how effective the potion made by the future potions master is, Avery?" Voldemort's wand tapped the seat opposite Ace on the other side.

Avery hurriedly trotted over and sat down, with a flattering look on his face, "Your formula must be correct, Master. If you can't make it, then there will be a problem."

"Hmph," Voldemort snorted, "He is much more useful than you, Avery."

Avery immediately shut his mouth, not daring to say anything more.

He knew very well that with the current decline of his Everly family, almost any family in the Holy 28 family could replace him.

But as a potion master as talented as Snape, few people can replace him.

Ace rolled his eyes at him.

Voldemort finally removed the cork from the bottle, examined it carefully, and found that the potion was exactly as stated in the formula——

Colorless and odorless, looks like water.

He glanced at Ace again. The girl was sitting on the chair with a calm face.

Look at Avery opposite, sitting there with a humiliated look on his face, glancing at Ace covertly and hatefully, as if being suppressed by a mixed-race wizard was something unbearable.

Only then did Voldemort drink the bottle of concentration potion with confidence.

Despite this, Ace did not dare to let down his guard.

She didn't stand up until the tranquilizer took effect and Voldemort leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing!?" Mr. Avery immediately stood up and shouted softly.

And his eyes clearly asked Ace the same question, and the previous hostile attitude was almost invisible.

Ace's eyes signaled Avery not to yell.

She looked at Voldemort and relaxed slightly after finding that he didn't move at all.

Ace immediately took out a small ring box from his pocket.

Avery looked at her confused until she opened the ring box and took out a ring from its compartment that was exactly the same as the one on Voldemort's hand. His eyes widened.

"Are you crazy!?" He mouthed this sentence.

He shouldn't easily agree to join their group!How audacious!If Voldemort discovers it, neither of them will have an easy time today!

Ace ignored him, she quickly but carefully stood next to Voldemort, and used the levitating spell to carefully take off the Gaunt family ring.

Inwardly praying that five times the dose of concentrated tranquilizer would help him sleep a little longer.

Outside the door, the sound of Bellatrix stepping on her high heels became increasingly clear, and Avery was so nervous that he almost jumped.

"What did the master order? Lucius?"

Bella's unique voice came through the crack in the door, her tone frivolous as if she was asking a low-level Death Eater.

Lucius' temples twitched, "I don't know."

"idiot."

With a "squeak" sound, the midday sun passed through the gaps between the heavy curtains and shone on Ace's white hands.