HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

The mirror suddenly went out and Theodore's figure disappeared into the darkness.

Cygnus sighed softly and placed the mirror back on the table.

At this time, Tom Riddle was lying on the bed, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you finished catching up with your little boyfriend?"

Segnus gave him a cold look and replied, "He's not my boyfriend."

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"Not a boyfriend."

Tom smiled, showing his understanding, and said jokingly, "Oh, I see. Our aloof Segnus is shy."

Cygnus looked down at Tom Riddle lying on the bed with sharp eyes and asked:

"Where is Peter Petillo?"

Tom shrugged disapprovingly, pulled a jar from the drawer of his bedside table, and handed it to Cygnus.

She took the jar and saw the dying rat inside licking its wounds.

Cygnus stared at the mouse expressionlessly, then suddenly flicked his wrist and dropped the jar to the ground.

The sound of the jar breaking was particularly harsh in the quiet space.

Peter Pettigrew, who fell to the ground, instantly turned into a human form. He knelt in front of Segnus, trembling, his face full of fear and pain.

His body was shaking with fear and the corners of his mouth were twitching. He wanted to say something but he didn't have the courage to speak.

Cygnus looked down at the trembling Peter Petillo, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

She said coldly: "Pedilu, you have brought yourself to this point today because of your own fault.

However, I can give you a chance, it depends on whether you have the ability to seize it. "

Peter Pettigrew slammed his head on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "I will definitely seize this opportunity, Lord Malfoy, please tell me what to do."

Cygnus smiled slightly, raised her hand slightly, and drew an arc on Peter's forehead with her index and middle fingers.

As she moved, the mark that symbolized the Death Eaters gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a soul mark shining with silver light.

"From now on, you are mine."

Cygnus' voice was full of mystery and temptation. "This mark will ensure your loyalty, and it will also grant you new powers."

Peter Petillo felt the strange power brought by the mark on his forehead, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He asked carefully: "Master Malfoy, I will work like a slave for you, but please tell me, how can I repay your kindness?"

"Don't call me Lord Malfoy." Cygnus looked down at Peter, her tone calm but unquestionable, "Here, I prefer others to call me 'Your Majesty'."

Peter Petillo nodded quickly and carefully changed his words: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Cygnus nodded slightly, looking satisfied at Peter's compliance.

"Now, I'll give you a task."

Cygnus's eyes were like cold blades, staring directly at Peter, "I want you to look for Voldemort's traces. Once you find him, come back and report immediately."

Peter Pettigrew nodded quickly, his face showing tension.

"Yes, my king, I will find him."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body began to twist and deform, and soon he turned into a mouse, crawling quickly towards the door.

Tom Riddle stood behind Seconas, watching her handle everything calmly, with a mocking smile on his face.

He walked slowly to the table and handed a thorny rose to Cygnus, with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

"If we let Peter Pettigrew go, what will happen to Sirius Black's crime?" he asked softly.

Segnus took the thorny rose and gently squeezed it with her fingers. The thorns pierced her hand and blood bloomed on her white skirt like a gorgeous flower.

However, she seemed to feel no pain, and just replied softly: "They are just chess pieces, why should I care about their life or death."

Her voice was calm and cold, as if she was not talking about human lives but insignificant items.

Tom was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Segnus would take it all so calmly.

Looking at Segnus's calm face, he asked with a sarcastic smile:

"What about your friends? And your brother, is he also a pawn?"

There was a hint of provocation in his voice.

Segnus was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Everything in this world may be false, but power is not."

Tom frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with her answer.

He sneered and said, "Everyone is a pawn, including me?"

Segnus smiled slightly, walked to the window, looked at the creatures swimming outside the window, and said in a calm tone:

“You, me, and everyone else in this world are nothing more than pawns of power.

It’s just that some people are willing to be chess pieces, while others are trying hard to become chess players.

Tom Riddle pinched Cygnus' wrist in dissatisfaction and imprisoned her in front of the window. He stared at her with his deep black eyes and said with a hint of anger:

"Your heart is really cold."

Segnus sneered at him with disdain, a sarcastic smile on her lips: "Can the product of a love potion still have feelings?"

Tom Riddle's black eyes darkened, and he suddenly let go of Cygnus, with an indescribable emotion flashing in his black eyes.

Then, his body gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a ball of black mist and penetrated into the necklace worn around Segnus' neck.

Segnus felt a chill coming from the necklace. She stroked it gently, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She turned and left the window, her movements gracefully and calmly, as if nothing that had just happened had happened.

Lying on the bed, Segnus' mind was blank. She had been easily emotional and drowsy lately. She even wondered if she was cursed.

She tried hard to concentrate, but the fatigue came over her like a tide and she couldn't resist it.

As he was thinking, Segnus fell into a deep sleep.

In the Slytherin boys' dormitory, Gareth sat lazily on the edge of his bed, playing with a golden thread in his hand.

The end of the line passed through the thick wall and connected to the sleeping Cygnus.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This was the magical substance he had recently extracted from his and Cygnus' bodies.

The golden thread in Gareth's hand trembled slightly as if it had life, and his eyes were full of possessiveness.

He knew that his soul was bound to that of Segnus, and no matter how his body changed, this connection could not be severed.

The evil smile on his lips deepened, and the string in his hand slowly tightened.