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If it weren't for the small gold-plated clock on the table that can display the time and date, I might really not know how long I have been here-the days have not changed, and I am disturbed by the small sound of curtains being drawn in the morning. Wake up, being watched by the house elf wandering around the room aimlessly or continue to lie on the sofa in a daze.When it is clear, I can see how the sun rises and sets, but since I was trapped in Malfoy Manor, the sky has been almost covered by heavy clouds. It seems that even the most fraternal sunshine is unwilling to try to shine here, worrying I am tainted by the evil that flourishes here.

I seriously thought about the possibility of jumping off the window sill while Senna was distracted. This room is facing the garden that Death Eaters won't bother to appreciate, so I dared to look around with a little peace of mind. If I still have a wand, The height of the four-story building should still have a solution-the pain of losing the wand and the resentment towards Draco will increase every time this time.And when I found out that as long as I reached out to the window sill, a transparent bubble would fly over and push me back unceremoniously. By the way, the curtains would be automatically pulled tightly for half an hour before they could be opened again. It's even more uncomfortable.

This is the fifth day I've been stuck here, and I can't even figure out what's going on outside this room by the sharp screams coming from the window in the middle of the night (it's been posted on the door all day, and with a sore neck, I found out There are almost no Death Eaters passing by here, let alone eavesdropping on their conversations), and there is no way to understand what earth-shaking changes have taken place in the world outside Malfoy Manor-I don’t even have the courage to think about it. I can feel the tingling in my chest when the voice of the Patronus is replayed in my mind again.Voldemort is confident that he can control Hogwarts by threatening his father, so he will probably use similar means to control the Ministry of Magic. How much danger will Harry and the others face?

Every time I think about my mother's unknown condition now, I can feel my stomach twitching.I don't dare to let myself think about Harry, I can only think about him carefully when I curl up on the sofa late at night and can't sleep, because I don't understand what Voldemort means by "my value to him" .I can only instinctively think that he will use Mr. Longbottom to trick Neville to go to the Department of Mysteries to get the prophecy ball. False Manor has thrown itself into the trap - whenever I think about it I wish Hermione could conjure a rope to keep Harry close to her 24 hours a day.Hermione must be the first of all to think about the pros and cons of things. Voldemort's rise, at least now, seems irreversible. We can only hope that the task Dumbledore left for them will allow them to completely destroy him in the end, sooner. Completing that "mission" will save many people from harm.

The hour hand of the small clock has already pointed to one o'clock in the morning, and the light from the bronzing pattern on the surface has long been extinguished with nightfall.Senna thought I was curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. After she lightly turned off the light in the bedroom, only the soft, slowly flickering light from the gap in the curtains remained in the whole room. That is the starlight emitted by Star Iris.

Draco never came back, although I didn't want to see his thin face, let alone be in the same room with him (I'm afraid I can't help but throw everything I can throw at his face) , but he is the only source I have here.He must have thought of that too, so we never had any interaction other than a few mean words to each other the first day.But anyway, I can observe his face. If he looks gloomy and loses his temper at Senna, at least it means that he has not done a good job. If he is in a good mood and can hum a few ditties, I will start to worry about whether they have caught him again. who was tortured and even killed.

The slight movement of the second hand was infinitely amplified by the silence of the room, and after a while there was a soft click of turning the handle outside the door.

"Get out." The voice sounded together with the sound of the door being closed, and there was a brief explosion in the air, and the elf disappeared immediately.

I heard the sound of a heavy object slowly sliding down against the door. He was taking deep breaths, like a fish being carried to the shore for dehydration. In the gap, there was an intermittent sound in his throat that he tried hard to suppress. choked up.I tried my best to make my breathing sound steady. He probably thought I was asleep, or maybe he didn't care about me at all.After a while, I heard the sound of him standing up. He seemed to throw himself directly on the bed without even changing his clothes.

The next morning, he was playing with the flower pots outside the window. He was obviously not in good spirits, his eyes were obviously blue and black, and his attitude towards Senna was extremely bad, because she took the sugar cube slowly and took the whole cup of boiling coffee from her The top of my head was poured down, and the sound of the elf screaming and choking himself to apologize to him made my heart jump.

"Senna is an elf assigned by the hostess to take care of the young master, and it is right for Sena to punish herself for not taking good care of the young master!" I just reached out to stop Senna from continuing to punish herself, but I haven't touched her tattered body yet. , dripping cloth cover, the house-elf jumped out of my reach, "Senna is a bad elf, the worst, worst elf—"

"Clean up what you messed up and disappear," Draco ordered impatiently, before Senna's squeaky voice echoing through the room died down completely, coffee dripping on the floor, smashed coffee The cup and the injured elf disappeared in an instant, and everything that was a mess just now looked clean and new.

Noticing that I was glaring at him full of anger, Draco said to me sullenly: "Eat something, if you lose your coma too early when the Dark Lord interrogates you later, I don't want to take the responsibility of not keeping you awake all the time." Responsibility."

"Don't you have enough means to wake me up?" Although my heart sank, I still taunted habitually.

"Of course there are many ways." He twitched the corner of his mouth and stood up, as if he was not in the mood to argue with me, "If you don't eat, come with me."

It was the first time in days that I had left his bedroom, and even though I was haunted by the fear of being interrogated by Voldemort himself, I couldn't help but look around.There was basically no one on the fourth floor, and in the empty corridor on the third floor, there were only portraits who lowered their voices and could not hear the whispers. The lights became dimmer as we went down. The man in the black robe was going up the stairs when Draco reached out and grabbed my wrist and dragged me behind him.

"Yo, take the chick out for a walk?" The man who walked at the end with his face hidden in the hood looked at Draco maliciously and laughed, "Would you mind letting her play with me first, Mal?" Master Fu?"

"If you don't mind that when the master asks me later, I reply with an answer like 'Greyback said to wait for him to play first', I don't mind at all." Draco looked at him with disgust After looking at him, I finally understood that the sudden strong smell came from him, "I remember I said that you are not allowed to go to the second floor of my house."

Hearing that Draco mentioned Voldemort, the other people who just echoed Greyback and laughed together did not make any other noises as if they had been cast with a silent spell. Draco pulled me down a few more steps. In front of Greyback, whose tangled hair and whiskers were finally barely visible to me, he was trying to force a little smirk.

"I forgot, Master Malfoy—"

"Then it seems that my words don't work, just like I didn't invite you to the activities I planned at Hogwarts before but you must come." Draco raised his voice slightly, "Of course, I understand , After all, I have limited qualifications in your eyes, but I am lucky. Then I will find a way to get the master to explain some things to you in person... After all, you have made meritorious service at that time, right? But he never likes to care about these things Trivial things, I like to use a more direct way, like—"

"I don't bother you to convey this kind of matter to the Dark Lord." Greyback grinned, revealing his khaki-colored fangs, and the bloody smell from his mouth was simply disgusting, "If I can eat a little more Fresh and delicious, my memory will definitely be much better than now..."

While talking, he bent his body, faced us in a funny posture, and retreated towards the stairs behind him, and finally disappeared into the darkness that was not illuminated by the wall lamp.Draco continued to stride forward holding my wrist, and when I turned a corner, I saw Astoria Greengrass, led by Narcissa Malfoy, open the door from a nearby room Walking out, Astoria obviously saw me, her eyes widened, but she was quickly pulled away by Mrs. Malfoy.

Walking through the spacious foyer, even if the dim light makes the morning look like night, you can see that the place is still as luxuriously furnished as before, with a rich carpet covering almost the entire stone surface.Draco stopped in front of a heavy wooden door leading to another room, and paused before turning the brass handle on the door with the small snake head encircling it.

There seemed to be no one in the living room, except for the roaring fire in the ornate marble fireplace. My heart was trembling - there was still a thin "hissing" sound lingering in the air, which was mostly covered by the sound from the fireplace, but it was still very clear when I listened carefully.After I got used to the dim light, I saw the deep black shadow reflected in the mirror above the fireplace, and there was a large slowly wriggling thing beside the shadow.

"I'm glad you didn't keep me waiting too long," said the deep black shadow in the same high, clear voice as that night. "Sit down, then."

"No." After Draco pulled out a chair, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and pointed at me with the tip of his slender index finger. "You, come and sit."

I heard a rattling sound from my stiff neck, because I could clearly see that the mass on the back of his chair was a giant snake almost as thick as a human thigh.It was twisting into a strange twisted posture at the moment, making an uncomfortable "hissing" sound from time to time.Until I sat silently at the seat he indicated, Voldemort had carelessly caressed the pattern along the scales of the serpent. He didn't look at me immediately, but waved at Draco who was standing at the door, Indicating that he doesn't need to stand here anymore.

"When I need you again, I will ask Nagini to call you." Voldemort didn't show any expression on his face, but he seemed to be in a good mood from the tone of his voice, "It ate too much last night, some Uncomfortable...naturally, it's normal to feel uncomfortable eating something so filthy..."

The big snake arched its body at this time, opened its mouth wide and made a sound that I don't know how to describe. A large black thing mixed with shiny mucus rolled out of its mouth. When I saw it clearly, it seemed to be human. When my hair was blown, I finally couldn't help but turn sideways and retch, thankful that I didn't eat anything in the morning.

"At any time...follow your instructions, master." Draco's eyes seemed to be glued to the thing spit out by the big snake, until Voldemort looked at him again, he bowed in a panic, and closed the living room door wooden door.

"Does it look familiar, Miss Snape? Well, I don't know if you have taken this teacher's courses at Hogwarts." I just straightened up, and Voldemort asked me with great interest, "Ah, than I really don’t know anything about you, other than the other kids—isn’t it funny that I didn’t even notice you until after Bella reported to me?”

"Bella said many interesting things to me, such as you killed her husband, my faithful servant Rodolphus Lestrange." He said this without showing any anger or regret , and even waved a magic wand to conjure a glass of ice water out of thin air and pushed it to me, "I took the precious time to sit here because I want to chat with you, not just by myself."

"And... who did you kill?" On the one hand, I felt terrified, and on the other hand, it seemed that some force was pulling my eyes to identify the color of the hair.

"Oh! These are left behind by Professor Caredy Bubbaji." Voldemort seemed pleased that I had finally spoken, and his narrow red pupils narrowed like red slits. , "But I guess you didn't take her Muggle Studies course? You've learned enough about Muggles from your mother—although it's all absurd and wrong knowledge."

His disdainful voice drew the response of the giant snake, and I tried not to let myself think about what he meant when he just said something, otherwise I might not be able to control myself and slipped from the chair to the ground.

"Fear, yes, fear is a good thing, because of fear there is 100% obedience." Voldemort leaned back in the chair, his clothes blended with the darkness of the whole room, which made him look It's like only the neck, head and hands floating in the air, "I have experienced too many setbacks. I didn't allow them to happen at first, but they still happened, which made me have to reflect on my mistakes."

"Reflection is a painful process, ah... But it also made me think about more things that were ignored before. Why did the child in the prophecy change from one to two, and why they can always escape from my hand , because I kept making mistakes? Then why did Lord Voldemort, who is omnipotent, make mistakes one after another in the face of two powerless children? Is it because that old madman Dumbledore is obstructing me? But why is he already underground Slowly rotting away, Longbottom and Potter still escaped again?"

"Do you know the reason, Miss Snape?" He suddenly changed the subject, and stared intently at my eyes, which were so sharp that I wanted to avoid them immediately, but my neck seemed to be grabbed. no.

"I-I don't know." I moved my lips with difficulty trying to resist his Legilimency, and the moment I spoke, it was like a whole basin of ice water was poured from the top of my head.

"My first mistake was because I heard a prophecy." His lipless mouth twisted into a strange arc, "But my servant only heard half of it, but it was enough. The prophecy hinted who might have The power to subvert me—do you know anything about it, what have your close friends told you?"

"Didn't the prophecy ball shatter?" I didn't feel too much discomfort when he stared at me this time, because I really didn't know anything about it.

It took him a while to lift his chin slightly, and tapped his fingers on the long cold table: "So, my second mistake—or to put it another way, is that I didn't kill him immediately after I was resurrected. Kill Longbottom and Potter. Interestingly, this mistake is also related to a prophecy, and my servant only half heard the prophecy this time."

"Oh? It seems that I can know something interesting this time." I was only stunned for a moment, but I didn't expect Voldemort to capture the change of my expression keenly. His sharp laughter made the snake on the back of his chair also I got excited and started spitting long and thin snake letters at me. "Look, that's the weakness of you people, like to share secrets with each other to show trust, to show intimacy, and to regard this stupid behavior as noble, and call this disgusting relationship love - Dumbledore Lido even thinks that love can defeat me, Lord Voldemort who surpasses everything!"

Blocking my mind, I tried desperately to remember the Occlumency I had practiced earlier, but it was hard to ignore the giant snake that had slowly crawled towards me along the tabletop, and my mind snapped as it wrapped itself around my shoulders and neck. There was a blank space, and only Voldemort's soft murmur could be heard: "Yes, the deviated fate also ignites the remaining candles... the hinge binds them in the name of fate... the candles burn and die together—hahahaha!"

"Lord Voldemort seldom makes mistakes." He let out a fervent growl that was very different from his usual cold voice, which made his whole face look even more contorted, as if something weird was about to come under the skin. It's like breaking through the shackles and rushing out. "Look! Even if I only heard half of it, my judgment is never wrong! Potter and Longbottom will be killed together, and I will kill them together—"

There was a sudden "goo" from his throat, and the deafening laughter just now was replaced by silence. He opened his mouth wide but made no sound, and his eyes almost rolled upwards.

"You—were also born at the end of July." There was a long series of hissing sounds from his throat. With his voice, the giant snake closed the body around my neck, and the suffocation instantly occupied all my perceptions. , I don't know why he suddenly lost control of his anger. "You - that's why Dumbledore hid you on purpose - burn together... so they can escape every time -"

Just when I thought it was the last sound I'd hear in my life, with another hiss, the snake suddenly let go of me and slid to my feet, and Voldemort's voice regained its original sanity.

"We have better options, don't we?" He called the giant snake back to him with an eerie familiarity, "Go, Nagini, and call Draco."