Forget

There is no impenetrable wall under the sun. What Draco didn't expect was just that the wall would fall so quickly.

It had been a long time since Draco had seen the lofty man known as "Master".All impressions blurred into one terrible shadow, as in all bad dreams.

Even now, he just bowed his head deeply, looking respectful and reserved.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a third person in the room.Professor Snape, whom he once respected, was standing not far from him, his haggard face was as dull as ever.

The bottle was thrown in front of him.Voldemort's voice came from overhead: "You have seen him."

Draco glanced at Snape again from the corner of his eye, then landed on the bottle, and he took two quiet breaths before replying, "Yes, master..."

Before the end sound fell, a burst of strong force struck his chest, knocking him to the ground directly. Ignoring the pain, Draco knelt straight again and looked up at his master: "Master! When I saw him, he had already taken the medicine. I...I didn't have time to stop..."

A burst of dizziness hit him, and chaos immediately flooded his mind.After the chaos dissipated, the scene of Zabini taking the medicine and his flustered and bewildered appearance were played repeatedly.This segment was repeated two or three times before it suddenly dissipated. Draco tried his best to suppress the strong vomiting, but the fishy and sweet smell quickly filled his mouth.

Voldemort was already approaching.He raised a dry finger and wiped the blood from Draco's lips.He lowered his voice, but this didn't reduce even a trace of horror: "Didn't you bring it in?"

"No, Master." Draco replied with difficulty.The gurgling blood kept spilling out of his mouth, and Voldemort's fingers had no intention of leaving, Draco had no way to wipe them off, he could only let them fall down continuously. "Sabini is my classmate, I just want to visit him... I don't know what method he used to hide his penis... I couldn't stop him...Master..."

Voldemort's fingers continued to rub: "Should I trust you?"

Draco didn't answer.He pursed his lips, panting slightly.He wondered how much Voldemort believed it.He didn't dare to verify it.He didn't dare to say a word or move more, he was afraid that the memory he constructed would be seen through, although he was not sure how likely it was to succeed.

Voldemort's fingers moved to his chin, and with a little force, he pinched his pointed chin and forced him to lift his head: "But your professor told me that this bottle of medicine was prepared by you. I think it should be Didn't you just miss it, Severus?"

"Never misjudged, Master." Severus replied indifferently, as if he was a passerby who had nothing to do with him.

Voldemort strengthened again: "Give me an explanation."

"Yes... I was involved..." Draco didn't know exactly what Snape wanted to do, and he didn't have time to think about Snape.He thought for a moment and bit his lip. "Sabini and I made a mistake in the Potions class...by mistake. Professor Slughorn discovered it at the time. He reprimanded us for not making dangerous things, and asked us to Stop immediately... so... this is just an unsuccessful semi-finished product... I didn't expect Zabini to keep hiding..."

A mist formed in Draco's eyes.But this kind of haziness, on the contrary, made the bottom of his eyes more clear, as if he could see the bottom at a glance.

"My child, do you know that sometimes, you are so honest that you are fake." Voldemort let go of his hand and returned to his seat.He continued casually as if nothing had happened just now. "It doesn't matter if a captive dies. I'm more interested in the bottle. Since Zabini can make it undetectable, you should be able to too. You'll make a finished product for me, yes Isn't that right, my child?"

Draco's lower lip was bitten deeply.His arms trembled uncontrollably under the wide sleeves.He pressed his nails against the palm of his hand, trying not to shake his voice, whether it was because of fear or pain: "Yes, master."

"Very well." Voldemort seemed satisfied with his answer. "I know it's not an easy job to prepare a medicine. And I don't think there's anywhere else that's safe and suitable for the job but Hogwarts. Before you're done, you'll have to talk to Severus Let's go back to Hogwarts together. Besides, if you encounter any problems, Severus will help you." Voldemort changed the subject. "As for Malfoy Manor, I'm going to live there for a while, you won't refuse, will you?"

Draco thought for a moment and understood Voldemort's intentions.But if Voldemort was willing to let go of Zabini's affairs, that would be all right.He lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Everything is according to the master's order."

"I'm only here for a few days, don't be nervous." There was no sense of comfort in Voldemort's tone that matched these two sentences. "When you come out of Hogwarts, you can still go back to live."

Draco leaned down: "Thank you Master."

**

Draco never imagined that he would return to Hogwarts like this.

In fact he never thought he would come back.

He tried hard to recall the Hogwarts in his memory, and tried hard to match the castle in front of him.But no matter how hard he tried, all he saw was the silent old castle in the gray air, which seemed to be much older.

It is said that Hogwarts did not suspend classes.According to Voldemort's request, the school must operate as usual.It's just that none of Draco's students saw it.Whether it is the auditorium, corridor, restaurant or lounge, everything is quiet.The stadium, which was once extremely noisy, is now desolate and almost dilapidated.

Snape didn't intend to explain anything to him, but just walked as fast as before, like a huge black bat.

Draco tried his best to keep up with his steps, thinking a little wistfully, maybe, this is also a point that has not changed.

As he passed the classroom, Draco finally saw the students.The originally thick walls were enchanted and became almost transparent.The inside of the classroom can be seen at a glance.All the students sat solemnly in their seats, with their backs straight like statues.It's just that their hands are constantly writing, and there is a thick pile of parchment in front of everyone, and the thickness is still increasing.Some of the professors on the podium he had met before, and some he didn't know at all.Those professors were also very cautious, their lips were dancing rapidly, as if they were trying to prove that they were not lazy.

What impressed Draco the most was the addition of a row of chairs at the end of each classroom.There were some people sitting on the chairs, wearing black hoods, buried in the shadows, and they couldn't see clearly.

Draco sighed lowly.These people are probably the source of the weirdness.

Draco was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't even notice that Snape had stopped.If he hadn't raised his head suddenly and stopped his steps, he would have bumped into it.

Snape put away his wand, opened the door in front of him, and beckoned him to go in.

Draco looked around, only to realize that Snape had brought him to a place he was very familiar with.

Room of Requirement.