Forget

"It's my honor to at least impress you." Bryce bowed slightly. "Now, Your Highness, you should leave."

Draco looked into his eyes without blinking: "Do you think he won't suspect me if I leave now?"

"Although this bottle is valuable, it is not uncommon. Any wizard who is not poor can find a few." Bryce slowly turned the small bottle, pinched his fingers gently, and pulled it out. bottle cap. "The guards outside, you can come in anyway, and naturally you won't let them say anything. Besides, Your Highness, your Occlumency is already very powerful. As for me, a dead person cannot use Legilimency."

Draco nodded bitterly: "You have calculated everything."

"People who don't fit in are always easy to think more." Bryce didn't care. "You really have to go."

Draco gave him a deep look, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Draco," Bryce said suddenly. "I think, maybe...just maybe, you're not right for Slytherin."

Draco didn't look back.He stood up straighter: "I'm Slytherin."

**

When Voldemort returned, he saw Bryce's body.He was sitting in the hall of Little Hangleton, in front of him was the only extra small glass bottle in the cell of Azkaban.There was never any joy or anger on his face, but everyone could feel the gloomy low pressure pervading the entire space.

"Who caught him?" came Voldemort's hoarse voice.

Bellacritus, who originally thought that he could regain Voldemort's favor by capturing Bryce, slowly stood up.She didn't know how to answer.At this moment, her heart was full of fear.She knew she screwed up, but she didn't know what was in store for her.She never thought about it.

But Voldemort's voice didn't change at all: "You said, you got the news that Zabini knows where Harry Potter is?"

"Yes. I, I got the news from the Ministry of Magic." Bellacritus did not dare to look up. "They invited him to that room and he knew how to get in."

"But he's dead." Voldemort picked up the vial. "Before you put him in Azkaban, don't you know that you should take everything off him?"

"Master! I have it, I have it!" Bellacritus seemed to seize a chance.She took out a wand from her pocket and held it up respectfully. "Master, I've even got his wand out, there's no way he's got anything else on him!"

"This is strange. Has it become so easy to get in and out of Azkaban now?" Voldemort glanced at the people standing under the steps. "Or, who brought this gift in, admit it now."

Everyone almost held their breath.There was deathly silence below the steps.

"I've already given you the chance. Now that you refuse to admit it, then go out this door and wait to accept my gift." As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, he raised his hand and slammed the bottle down. "Now, get out of here."

Hearing this sentence, the people below almost wished they could grow two more legs, and retreated quickly.The bottle bounced some distance, rolled on the floor for a long time, and finally stopped at a person's feet.Unlike other people who fled one after another, the owner of these feet did not leave.He even bent down and picked up the bottle.

Everyone else has already quit.The house was quiet again.There were only two people left in the huge hall.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked at the man: "You really never let me down, Severus."

**

"Master." Snape looked at the bottle. "With all due respect, if you want to find this person from the bottle itself, it is not an easy task. If all the people who hold the same bottle are arrested, I am afraid that even Azkaban will not be enough to hold these people. "

"The bottle is very common." Voldemort did not deny it. "Since you stayed, you must have other ways to help me find this person."

Snape took off the bottle cap, lowered his head to sniff at the mouth of the bottle, then raised his head again: "Maybe I can try it, Master."

Voldemort did not speak, quietly waiting for his next words.

"This is indeed a very powerful species, but it is not a common species." Snape said slowly. "Even, it can't be said to be a rare species. It should be a medicine formulated by someone privately, and it has never been used. Therefore, even if it suddenly appears now, not many people will know it."

"You mean it wasn't bought?" Voldemort asked.

"Exactly. So we can't catch this man by going to the Dark Magic Shop," Snape said.

"Say something of value, Severus." Voldemort said impatiently. "You look like you already have an answer."

Snape bowed: "Yes, master. Although this is a potion formulated by a potion master without permission, it is not completely untraceable. Although there are many potion masters, there are no magic potions that can independently concoct new potions. There are only a handful of pharmacists. Besides, every potion master will inevitably bring some personal characteristics when preparing potions, especially new formulas. Therefore, as long as you analyze the formula of this medicine, and then want to catch that one People, it couldn't be easier."

Voldemort nodded: "So, how long will it take to analyze this formula?"

"I don't think it is necessary to analyze the contents of the formula accurately. My subordinate, I already have a general answer." Snape raised his head and looked at Voldemort. "If I'm not mistaken, what was once contained in this bottle should actually be considered a semi-finished product. And this method of dispensing medicines probably came from Hogwarts. Master, maybe you can invite that little Malfoy to ask. If I remember correctly, his Potions grades are pretty good."

"Draco?" A light flickered in Voldemort's eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I used to be a potions professor, master." Snape's voice was neither humble nor overbearing. "Professor of Potions at Hogwarts."