[HP] This Evil

Catherine was certainly not dead.She is a wizard, and she is a talented wizard, how could she die because she fell from a balcony 20 meters high.Even Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor has his own magical protection when falling from a balcony, and Catherine has no shortage of this.The only problem is that since she has been in Azkaban for a month and a half, her body has long been weakened, and her magic power has also been damaged to a certain extent, so the so-called magic protection has not been very effective.Although it saved Catherine's life, it failed to save her from physical pain, especially: Catherine's left leg was broken.

Since she started playing Quidditch, Catherine has suffered countless injuries, big and small, and her leg has not been broken once or twice.But Madam Pomfrey was here, so she didn't care at all.Broken leg, let Draco help her to the medical room, Madam Pomfrey can heal her in just a few minutes, and then she will recuperate for a few days, she is still the scary person on the court hitter.So Catherine didn't think "breaking her leg" was a serious matter at all.But now she has to change her mind.

Azkaban does not provide doctors for the prisoners. If a prisoner falls ill, he can only fend for himself.So the member of the Ministry of Magic who was responsible for picking up Catherine from the reef and throwing it back into Azkaban didn't leave even a single dose of potion.This is where things start to go bad.

Theoretically speaking, the self-healing ability of wizards is stronger than that of muggles, but this does not mean that broken bones will grow back by themselves.Since there was no medicine, Catherine's wounds were worsening at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye. She tried to search around the cell for some herbs to relieve the pain, but as one could imagine, she found nothing.There is only moss and desperate screams in Azkaban. Sunshine, herbs and hope do not belong here.

Died of a wound infection?It's embarrassing to think about it.Catherine pressed her hot forehead against the stone wall and thought vaguely.These days, some inexplicable memories often appear in her mind, which are very vague, but they all have one thing in common, that is, these memories all appear in the study of the Ferrara Manor and a hoarse voice.The voice was very familiar, and it had appeared in Catherine's nightmares many times, but compared with the dementors, those nightmares seemed less scary.

The vampire living upstairs from Catherine couldn't stand the torture of the dementors any longer, and on the morning of Merlin's birthday, he crazily rushed into the sun.In an instant, he was burned to ashes by the morning sun, leaving only a pair of sharp teeth, and fell in front of Catherine's cell.Speaking of which, the life of that vampire was really not easy.

Azkaban only provides prisoners with a piece of bread and a glass of water as three meals a day, but the vampire doesn't eat this, so he can only live on the blood of rats in the cell.What's more, the place is covered with cloud all year round, so even if the unlucky vampire wants to commit suicide, he has to wait honestly. Only when the sun is willing to come to Azkaban on a whim, he will have a chance.Catherine actually liked him quite a bit, because when he wasn't mad he would throw his own bread down the stairs for Catherine to eat.

Now that he is dead, Catherine has a little regret, partly because of the grief of facing the loss of life, and partly mourning that she will henceforth have to eat only one piece of bread a day.But she soon became happy again, because she saw the two sharp teeth of the vampire downstairs fell in front of her cell-this is a good medicine for wounds.Catherine crawled to the door on one short leg, quickly picked up the two teeth, and held them in the palm of her hand.The teeth were then ground into powder with a stone and applied to the wound.After a few minutes, the wound that was on the verge of festering finally began to heal, but unfortunately the powder did not have the effect of setting bones.Catherine counted the days, today is the fifth day since she broke her leg, if the bone is not connected within two days, her leg will be considered useless.She still wants to play Quidditch and doesn't want to become a cripple, so she hopes that someone will save herself, because this time she really can't solve the problem by herself.Catherine had never hoped for a miracle more desperately than now—except when Lambert died, and she prayed to Merlin that time would turn back so that she could go back in time to save her brother.

However, such things as miracles do not belong to Azkaban, and no one came to rescue her until the morning of the eighth day.

I will definitely kill Umbridge, even after 30 years, I will kill her.If she is dead, I can still kill her descendants and clan.

The madwoman next door, Bellatrix Lestrange, was extra excited today.She kept laughing maniacally one after another, scratching the stone wall with her nails, as if trying to dig a hole out.

Catherine lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sea outside the cell door, letting the dirty rainwater flow into her hair.Catherine remained motionless as a rat that had survived the vampire upstairs nibbled on her shoe with impunity.She no longer had any happy memories, but those dementors still refused to let her go, still hovering around the cell door, exuding the chill of death.Some hazy memories start to clear: Ferrara, the study, the baby wrapped in a blanket, Wormtail, Barty Crouch Jr., Alastor Moody, Mr. Lawrence... and: Catherine Slater Forest.

A long time ago, Catherine had heard from the dusty old portrait at home that when the Ferrara family was established, there was a wife who graduated from Slytherin.It is said that her last name was Slytherin before she married.At that time, Catherine was too young and ignorant. She took this story to ask her parents, but she only got an order from them: don't listen to the nonsense of those portraits.Later, that portrait disappeared from the Ferrara estate.

When all the memories were spliced ​​together, a familiar and ugly face appeared at the door of the cell—Voldemort.

"Katherine Slytherin, my heir, my servant."

Catherine looked up at the wizard who terrified the whole of Britain more than ten years ago, and she didn't feel scared.

"He is my hope," she thought.

"I'll take you out, Catherine Slytherin." Voldemort continued to speak in a strange and hoarse voice, as if it was the whisper of a snake, and he waved his wand, and Catherine was immediately lifted from the ground and stuck to the stone wall On the bed, her broken leg hangs feebly in the air, "Be my servant, I can take you out".Voldemort continued, with an expression that approximated expectation on his ugly face—approximately, because it was hard to call it a face. Therefore, no matter what expression he made, others would not be able to understand the connotation.

The sea breeze with a salty smell kept pouring into the cell, blowing the weeds and dead rats everywhere on the ground, and the mud spots mixed with rainwater splashed on Catherine's eyelids, and then formed a thin line along the corners of her eyes. The black ditch flowed all the way to the blood-stained collarbone.

"Be my servant, Katherine Slytherin, you were born to be my servant." Voldemort said again, and the black-brown python beside him twisted its body and gradually approached the stone wall, licking it with its scarlet letter It touched Catherine's neck, and at the same time sprayed a fishy and stinky smell.

servant?Catherine almost laughed out loud.She tried her best to lower her head and bury her face in her long dirty hair, so that Voldemort would not notice the sneer on her face, but she couldn't help laughing until her shoulders trembled slightly, and even the broken leg hanging in the air was shaking. Shake slightly.Fortunately, neither Voldemort nor the python found anything unusual about her.

I am also the heir of Slytherin, why should I be a servant?What's more, Ferrara's bloodline is more pure.She knew about Voldemort's past - a half-breed whose father was a Muggle through and through.Catherine suddenly felt that those Death Eaters were extremely ridiculous, including Draco's father. They pursued blood purity, but their master was an out-and-out half-breed.It's absurd that a group of pure-blooded wizards would follow a half-blood.

"I will be your most loyal servant." Catherine raised her head, imitating the pious expression of Mr. Lawrence in memory, that is, Barty Crouch Jr. every time she entered and exited Ferrara's study, trying her best to hide the glare in her eyes To mock.She has always been a good liar, even in the face of Dumbledore, she can make up a roll of parchment nonsense without changing her face, and even has time to modify two wordings and grammar.Besides, the light in Azkaban was always very dim, so Voldemort couldn't see anything. He gave a smug, sinister smile, whispered a spell, and pointed his wand at Catherine's arm.A pain that was more severe than when the leg was broken meandered up. Catherine turned her head and frowned, cursing in her heart.A few seconds later, a strange itching came over her, and then a black skull wrapped around a python appeared on her originally clean forearm, which was the Dark Mark.

Voldemort retreated contentedly, and then Azkaban suddenly shook violently, stones rolled down from all directions one after another, and the dementors scrambled and floated aimlessly in the air.The prisoners burst into deafening cheers as they scrambled out of their cells.Bellatrix carried Catherine by the scruff of the neck like a chicken, and took her out of here with a burst of apparition.