[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"You, you must help us..." In a bright and spacious house with no trace of popularity, a pale and haggard blond woman was pleadingly saying to a person who could only be called a girl sitting opposite her, "Malfoy and you are allies, and Draco is your friend..."

But Mary didn't show any pity or emotion. She blinked less frequently than the portrait behind her, which made her look like the doll next to her. The atmosphere is completely integrated with this deserted house.

"What a pity, Mrs. Malfoy." She paused, raised her teacup to greet Narcissa, and then took a sip, "You and I both know how insecure the so-called covenant between me and Malfoy is. Do I Don't you know what your husband was planning before?"

Narcissa paled, unable to refute.

"Besides, before I did, didn't you ask Severus for help?" Mary gently shook the tea set in her hand, watching Narcissa's eyes widen in horror with satisfaction, "Three unbreakable Isn't the oath enough? Sly Malfoy, he always knows that all eggs should not be put in one basket."

"You, how do you know..." Her lips trembled.

"The relationship between me and Severus is deeper than you can imagine, ma'am." Mary said, "I can't go into details about the origin of it, but the world knows this secret except me and Severus himself." Few people know about it, and even the Dark Lord knows only half of it."

"..."

"But I will help you rescue your husband." She suddenly let go, and Narcissa raised her head in surprise, "I am honored that you trust me so much, although I think you are just holding a dead horse as a living horse I’m here to visit me with the mentality of a doctor, but for now I don’t care about it.” She put down her teacup, and at the same time the cold smile on her face disappeared with the hot tea, “Remember, Mrs. Malfoy. I am I'm doing this for Draco's sake, and I'll convince the Dark Lord to free Lucius from Azkaban, but I can't guarantee his place among the Death Eaters."

"You, you can..." Narcissa's cheeks that had regained a trace of blood went dark again.

"Don't be so greedy, Mrs. Malfoy. Even if it's just like this, it's a great gift to you now, and you should be grateful." Mary said coldly, her tone made Narcissa think for a moment that what she was facing was actually It's the Dark Lord, "Even if I could help Lucius Malfoy return to his previous status, I wouldn't do it. I saved Malfoy. In contrast, you will only be loyal to me in the future. You think I will be stupid To rescue a person whose enemy is unknown? Let me explain clearly, ma'am, it is absolutely impossible for Malfoy to escape from my control in the future!"

"You!" Narcissa was startled and angry, speechless.

"There's nothing else to do, ma'am." Mary waved her hand impatiently, ending the conversation unilaterally, "I'm not as free as you, I'm busy, and in fact I have to see another man in five minutes. one person."

"What?" Narcissa looked confused, "It's Severus? It can't be Draco, who else could you be with—"

Her words were interrupted by a sudden green flame in the fireplace, and a tall, hairy figure appeared in the living room, shaking himself.

"Be careful, Fenrir, don't shake the ashes on the carpet." Mary said with a look of disgust.

"Greyback?" Narcissa looked at the man in surprise, "Wait a minute, tell him—"

"Fenrir. You won't fail to remember his name, ma'am?" Mary sneered and made the gesture of seeing off the guest again.

The relationship between Mary and the werewolf Fenrir Greyback was formed not so long ago.

Just a few days after Ernest's death, Greyback approached Mary and succinctly stated that he would serve Mary on behalf of the werewolf.

"Why?" Mary asked.

"I hate wizards," said Greyback, "so I turned to Lord Voldemort. I thought werewolves would live better under his rule."

"It's a pity, isn't it?" said Mary.

Voldemort used the werewolves purely, even allowing them to wear Death Eater clothes only when needed, and most Death Eater wizards don't remember much about Greyback.

"I don't work for the Dark Lord to be pissed at his hands," Greyback growled in a low voice. "I'll help you overthrow him, woman. Only one request. After the war, I ask the Ministry of Magic to withdraw all An unequal treaty for werewolves."

"Sounds reasonable." Mary nodded, pulled out her wand with a swish, but didn't point at Greyback, "but I just want to know one thing now—how do you know that I don't serve the Dark Lord?"

Greyback licked his lips, not offended by Mary's vigilance: "Ernest Jesso."

Mary's arm trembled.

"He once told me that you are the only wizard here who does not discriminate against werewolves, and I hope I can help you." Greyback shrugged. up."

Mary clenched her fists.

"I didn't believe his words until he died in the Ministry of Magic a few days ago. You are really sad for him, woman. Although you hide it well, don't underestimate the wolf's sense of smell."

"..."

"This is something he did for you, Marie Flamel, and you can accept it gratefully."

Mary closed her eyes in pain.

Malfoy Manor—

"After a year of intensive planning, our plan failed again. Yes, it was successfully stopped by the Boy Who Lived!" Voldemort sat at one end of the long table and delivered a speech, revealing in his tone that he could not hide However, he immediately calmed down, "The only consolation is that we didn't find nothing, at least we found the mouse hiding among us and successfully executed him." He laughed twice without joy, and looked at Mary: "And I'm glad you're still sitting here, Mary, do you have anything to say about that?"

"I can only express the utmost guilt and anger. I didn't find out that he is a traitor. It is my dereliction of duty, but I only hope that I can continue to serve you, master." Mary lowered her head, left her seat and knelt down.

"What a touching speech," said Voldemort sarcastically, "but what can you prove your devotion to me?"

"I can only make amends, master."

Voldemort twitched his brow, waiting for Mary's next words.

"I think, in fact, our sacrifice this time was completely unnecessary." Mary said without changing her face. "Harry Potter should have died a year ago."

"Are you criticizing Master for failing to kill Potter last year?" Bellatrix shouted excitedly, standing up.

"Be quiet, Bella," said Voldemort, continuing to look at Mary. "Go on."

"We were sure to win that time, but you failed." Bellatrix slammed the table angrily, "Of course it's not a matter of strength. Potter's magic power is as insignificant as an ant's compared to yours. I think the problem is with the wand."

"Oh?" Voldemort became interested.

"Holly wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches long," said Mary respectfully. "This is Potter's wand. And if I'm not mistaken, the core of your wand is also phoenix feather?"

Voldemort didn't answer, and acquiesced.

"There is one thing you may not know, but Potter once trusted me very much, and he never held back on me." Mary smiled triumphantly, "The inner core of your wand and his wand are made of the same material. Only on Phoenix."

"Nonsense!" cried Bellatrix.

"You must have heard of twin wands, master? Two wands with the same core will not attack each other. They will have a wonderful reaction, but I have never seen it."

"Then what do you think should be done?" Voldemort asked after pondering for a while, confirming Mary's words from the side.

"Another wand," Mary answered lightly.

"You said it lightly." Bellatrix sarcastically said, "The owner of each wand is specific, and there will be no wand that is easier to use than your own wand."

"As long as you defeat the owners of other wands, then that wand will naturally be yours to use." Mary replied with a cold face.

"Oh? So you're willing to give up your wand?" Bellatrix smiled kindly.

"If it's for Master, then I'd be more than happy to give my wand and my life." Mary replied calmly, without a trace of hypocrisy in her tone, "but—" she looked at Voldemort, "I think we have better s Choice."

Voldemort was obviously satisfied with Mary's performance just now, and he raised his chin to signal for Mary to continue.

"The elder wand, or the elder wand," answered Mary, smiling. "Is there any wand more suitable for you, master?"

"That's just a fairy tale." There was a jeer from among the Death Eaters.

But Voldemort didn't laugh: "Do you know where the Elder Wand is now?"

"There is only a little clue, but the evidence is conclusive." Mary replied calmly, "If you order, I am willing to bring that wand and its current owner to you to make up for my previous mistakes."

Voldemort looked at Mary suspiciously and asked, "What do you know now?"

"Gellert Grindelwald, he was the master of the Elder Wand," Mary replied, "so the Elder Wand should now be in the hands of the only Dumbledore who ever defeated him."

Voldemort nodded involuntarily, as if he had suddenly found a reason why he lost to Dumbledore.

"You're going to attack Dumbledore?" Bellatrix sneered.

"No, I'm going to find Grindelwald." Mary said, "Believe me, master, the relationship between him and Dumbledore is definitely more than just an enemy as written in the book, as Professor Snape can prove."

Snape froze for a moment, but replied, "Yes."

"So master, let me bring Grindelwald back. He will bring us countless benefits. As you know, he was also the Dark Lord who was once very popular."

"Hmph." Voldemort snorted coldly, and did not speak for a long time.

Everyone's hearts were hanging in the air, but Mary, who had been kneeling on the ground, seemed the calmest.

"You only have one month, Mary," said Voldemort at last.

"Yes, master." Mary bowed down respectfully, "Besides, I have one more request."

"Say."

"I hope Lucius Malfoy can go with me as my assistant. I can't learn Malfoy's negotiation skills."

"I can't see it." Voldemort sneered, and looked at Draco and Narcissa, whose expressions were both surprised and joyful, "Since this is the case, one more person is too many, why not add another one. I will let Hessman go with you , do you have any objection?"

"Master!" Mary raised her head abruptly, showing an angry expression for the first time, "I don't think it's necessary!"

"After all, Grindelwald is German, and I think it would be more respectful to talk to him in German." The subtext is that Einzbern is your translator, and everything must be relayed by him. Don't try to hide anything from him. .

"Master, I have also been learning German by myself. I—" Mary and Voldemort looked at each other with scarlet eyes for a few seconds, and lost the battle, "...I see, I will follow your orders."

"I promise to complete the task, master." Hessman also left his seat and knelt down, taking over the task.

"..." Mary bit her lip and lowered her head.

Ah.

In the shadows, Mary and Hessman smiled triumphantly at the same time.

The author has something to say: Gellert Grindelwald - the once handsome first Dark Lord~

Mary can be renamed Queen of Instigation, all kinds of poaching