HP trickle down

Voldemort's manor is very large, and it is not quite the same as the general manor.Speaking of which, it doesn't mean that Voldemort's Manor has something that other manors have that it doesn't have.

Rather, the atmosphere in Voldemort's manor was too chilling, so chilling that it didn't look like an emperor should be at all.

Alfred Castle was built because of Carlos Alfred. It was originally just a military fortress, but now it has become a magnificent residence, and it is just the evolution of generations.

Once faced with external threats, Alfred will still become a war machine.

Carlos' battle of fame is from Northern Ireland all the way to conquering the ocean until the whole of Northern Europe belongs to him.And Avalon, the realm of the gods in the rumors, also opened the door for him, but was rejected by Carlos himself.

Now Carlos sleeps forever under the bloody irises, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

In any case, Carlos should have the aesthetics of a normal emperor. In terms of status, Carlos is a founding emperor, and Voldemort should also have such ambitions.

But judging from the layout of Voldemort's manor, his mind is not so broad, but he prefers to enjoy himself.

Of course, Alfred was not involved in the design of Voldemort's manor, so what kind of defense made Voldemort so confident that his manor would not be breached, which really made Severus curious.

"Severus, do you like this place?" Lucius walked beside Severus, and the two walked together on the corridor of Voldemort's manor.Through this corridor, they arrived at the meeting hall.In the hall, Voldemort is on his throne, overlooking all beings.

Severus said: "It's a nice house." The house is nice, but it's a haunted house after all. I don't know how many people died in it, and how many people are suffering in it.

Lucius chuckled and said, "You will work here in the future. If the environment is good, your work will go well."

"I understand." Severus was carrying a potion box in his hand, which contained top-level poisons, which was a gift from his audience today.

Looking at the current image of Severus, Lucius probably completely lost the flesh that Bert had worked so hard to raise for so many years. He looked terribly thin, and his hair was also greasy, and his eyes were dark and dark, especially It was Severus who was very fair, which accentuated the dark circles under his eyes, as if he had never had a good night's sleep.

Bert would feel very heartbroken when he saw it, and Lucius sighed in his heart when he saw it.

But Severus' tenacity and cleverness made Lucius feel unbelievable, no wonder Bert was able to leave with such peace of mind, leaving everything to Severus with confidence.

Severus was indeed a trustworthy person, not to mention that Severus was Bert's favorite person.

As a friend of Severus and Bert, Lucius can only watch Severus face Voldemort now, and Lucius can't stand up to help Severus until the most dangerous time.

Voldemort's sensitivity and willfulness cannot be explained in a few words.

If you stand up rashly, you will be more vigilant by Voldemort.

Severus watched as Lucius pushed open the door in front of them, and all the Death Eaters in the middle of the hall looked at him.

Severus straightened his back, doing his best to face the useless scrutiny.

Lucius walked in front of him, then knelt down in the middle of the steps, and said to Voldemort, "Mylord, Severus Snape, brought by Prince's current patriarch."

His head was buried deeply, and his platinum hair hung down naturally, covering his face.

Severus looked at the proud Lucius kneeling in front of him like this, but he still stood calmly. Under Voldemort's gaze, he couldn't look up to see what Voldemort was like now.

"Very well, Lucius, return to your place. You have done a great job." Voldemort ordered Lucius with a sinister hiss.

"Gotit, mylord." Lucius stood up and returned to the front left position where he was standing before, but Bellatrix gave him a vicious look, obviously feeling very happy that Lucius could steal his position annoyed.

"Severus Snape?" Voldemort looked at Severus with scarlet eyes, expressionless.

Severus immediately performed an ancient audience ceremony, knelt on one knee and said, "Severus Snape, it is an honor to meet His Majesty the Dark Lord."

"Very well, come to me." Voldemort said such a sentence without knowing what it meant.

The eyes of all the Death Eaters standing below fell on Severus, Bellatrix's gaze was especially piercing.

Severus bowed his head slightly, "Yes, mylord."

Standing up and walking towards the edge of Voldemort's position, Severus' heart was beating wildly, but every step he took was still steady, there was no sign of his nervousness at all, and no one would know what he was thinking.

The elemental magic mind chain blocked his emotions perfectly. Severus didn't know what Voldemort meant, but he knew that Voldemort was not very satisfied with him before he got close to him.

Although he tidied himself up relatively today, the clothes he put on were very formal, and on his chest was the badge of Prince, the laurel wreath of thorns, and the pattern of moonlight flowers, which reflected light slightly.

There was nothing to fault in his clothes, and his hair and ugly face were the most inappropriate things about Severus.

Voldemort didn't care about Severus' description, but casually let Severus walk in front of him.

"Lord, this is a gift from your servant." As soon as Severus walked to Voldemort's side, he offered his potion box to Voldemort's eyes.

Voldemort, not paying attention to the potions box, ordered, "Keep your head up."

Severus swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked up at Voldemort: this person was very different from the original appearance in the information, not as handsome as before, and more and more strange and evil.

And Severus hadn't seen anything further, a force had already broken into his brain.

Severus saw a lot of memories forced to flip through before his eyes, he was beaten by his father when he was a child, his mother could only hold him cowardly and cry, he was very resentful, the picture of Lily playing with him... Lily's relationship with him ended without a cause, and now they are strange strangers...

Footage of James wrestling with his disgusting friends...

He stayed in the potion room without sleep in order to brew the potion for this interview... Burt followed Jinyinling and left here without saying a word...

go out!Can't let him keep watching...

Severus worked hard to build a wall of irrelevant memories and turned the relationship between himself and Bert into a plot that Bert forced him, making Voldemort think he resented Bert, making him think that there was a lot of tension between them. suspicion...

Seeing something he was satisfied with, Voldemort stopped his Legilimency, nodded and said, "Very good, Severus, step back."

Severus stood up with a pale face, especially prepared to remember that Severus, who was almost completely seen, was almost exhausted now, and the sweat on his body had already wet his back.

Almost staggering to the point of falling, Severus felt his legs go limp and very tired.The potions box was still in his hand, and Severus knew Voldemort was going to keep him.

"Severus Snape, indeed, deserves to join us. People without talent occupy the top of the resources. Dumbledore divides the school. As a Slytherin, he is crushed under the stupid lion. What an absurd thing. We are here to prevent such injustice from happening again." Voldemort saw what Severus showed him, but the distrust in his heart did not increase , but Severus's life similar to his made Voldemort feel a little strange.

So Voldemort said such a thing, and the Death Eaters were very excited to hear Voldemort's words.

"Olaine, where is your heir?" Voldemort only now asked about the heir of the Black family. He met Severus first, showing that he valued Severus, and now Voldemort only asked about Black. Not to mention a beating.

Orion bowed and said, "He's right behind this subordinate." He stepped aside and pushed Regulus out.

"Very well, I will brand our two new members next." Voldemort stood up, and Nagini, who was originally shrunk behind the chair, followed Voldemort down the steps.

Regulus and Severus knelt together on one knee, without any communication, they both bowed their heads, looking very respectful.

"Extend your left hands." Voldemort's hissed command made Severus and Regulus sick, but they could only extend their hands.

Severus has brewed potions too frequently recently, and now his fingers are slightly corroded by the potions, not as delicate and white as before.

Regulus had a lot of calluses on his hands, which was very inconsistent with his harmless appearance.

Voldemort first placed his wand on Regulus' wrist, and branded the Dark Mark on Regulus' wrist.

There was a feeling of being burned on the hand, and the tingling was transmitted from the arm to Regulus' heart.The pain went deep into the soul, and Regulus knew that the Dark Mark was a contract that connected the soul, and now he was really no longer free.

Voldemort still chose to mark Black's people first, which made Orion and Signus feel relieved.

Severus' wrists and fingers were very different, and they were abnormally white. Voldemort, who had seen Severus' memories, thought it was the sequelae of Severus being forcibly imprisoned in the castle by Burt.

Voldemort branded his mark on Severus' hand, and Severus only felt a sting, but the next moment, the Dark Mark faded quickly.