[HP] Kiss you in glory

"I'm disappointed, disappointed... Severus." The grim high-pitched voice sounded, and the living room of Malfoy Manor was full of silent people, all sitting around a long, well-decorated table.The usual furniture in the room was shoved haphazardly against the walls.The room was illuminated by a roaring fire in an ornate marble fireplace, surmounted by a gilt mirror.

Two delirious human bodies were hanging head-down over the table, as if being suspended by an invisible rope, slowly rotating, and their figures were reflected in the mirror and on the empty, polished tabletop.None of the people present saw this strange scene, Snape glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, and his voice was still low and pleasant: "Master, Potter has learned Occlumency, and he can no longer receive your thoughts." .”

"I knew about this a long time ago." Cold anger welled up in Voldemort's red eyes, "Severus, you don't understand me."

"Annie Potter already knows that Vader and Draco are the undercover agents you sent her, and she no longer trusts others." Snape said, "The organization she founded in private has been abandoned by her, I guess the kids stopped following her, too."

"Several children can't make any splashes." Lucius said softly: "Master, I have investigated the internal families of the Death Eaters, and they have no problems, and none of the neutral pure-blood families have shown that they want to take refuge. Signs from Dumbledore and Potter."

"She no longer trusts anyone but her brother, Master." Snape said calmly, "However, she chose to give me a little trust—"

"She trusts you?" Voldemort said softly, "After all that, I still choose to trust you. I really don't know how to praise this girl's innocence."

There was some slight laughter from the long table, which soon disappeared.

"Ritter, where have your two sons gone?" Voldemort asked suddenly, the middle-aged man called Ritter was startled, and lowered his head respectfully, "Master, my two sons, they Life or death doesn't matter to me. If they dare to stand against you, I swear that I will clear the family of these two traitors."

"I can see your loyalty, Ritter." Voldemort said lightly, "but your promise is of no value."

Ritter said in a daze: "Master..."

Voldemort ignored him, but looked at Snape, "Can you guarantee that Potter really believes in the possibility that we will no longer compete for the prophecy ball?"

"I promise," said Snape, "after you revealed your memory to Harry Potter, he told Anne Potter immediately, and she came to the cellar to ask me about the effects of Occlumency. She think you revealed your actions on purpose with the intention of declaring war on them."

"Very good..." Voldemort narrowed his red eyes, "The reason why the Potter brothers and sisters have survived until now is that I made too many mistakes..." He looked up at the two spinning bodies , said to himself: "I was too careless, so I was thwarted by luck, accidental factors, and my ridiculous compassion. I didn't kill that girl at the beginning. She has lived until now, but fortunately, I didn't kill her. Otherwise she would be protected by blood magic, which would be harder for me to deal with... and that boy... well, purely because of his mother's sacrifice..."

"Of course, I made a mistake... I paid too much attention to that prophecy, and went to Potter's house without understanding the second half... But this time, our purpose is not only to get the prophecy ball, but also to severely damage their power."

"Master, what do you want to do?" Snape asked in a low voice.

Voldemort tilted his head with a strange look on his face. He waved the wand in his hand, and the spinning human body above woke up. When he realized what environment he was in, he was terrified and struggled desperately to break free from the invisible rope.

"I think those here don't know these two people?" Voldemort said elegantly, the spinning man and woman slowly turned to Snape, and he saw their faces clearly.

"I don't know." Snape said.

Voldemort smiled happily, "It's fine not to know each other, Severus, but Potter knows... that's enough."

Snape curled up his fingers calmly, and his black eyes became more and more hollow.

"You're going to kill them?" he whispered.

Voldemort gave him a grim look, and said casually, "Not yet, Severus."

"A good show needs to be brewed slowly."

The last game of Quidditch was Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, the last time Slytherin lost to Hufflepuff by a narrow score (Cedric played the best one), if Greg Ryffindor won Ravenclaw by [-] points, surpassing Slytherin's points to become the first in the House Cup.

"It sounds hopeless, but I believe we can win." Ron said seriously. "I can't be worse anyway. I have nothing to lose now."

"You're right, it seems that I have to learn from Cedric before the game." Harry said, "In the last game before graduation, it took less than 10 minutes to catch the Golden Snitch, even It doesn't help that Anne is pitching wildly."

When it came to Quidditch, they seemed to have released a lot of pressure from their studies over the past few months. Only Hermione didn't take it seriously. She had never been interested in Quidditch.

The day of the competition was a very sunny day, and Hermione found a seat in the second row and sat down with a good view.She glanced into the Slytherin stands to see that Annie was not there.

"Where does she go?" She whispered to herself.

Snape was absent from the staff, Lee Jordan's commentary had already begun, and Luna brought a lively lion head to cheer them on in the Gryffindor stands.

"The game's on!" Lee said. "Davis got the ball right away, Ravenclaw captain Davies got the Quaffle, he dodged Johnson, he dodged Bell, he dodged Spinnett...he Straight for the goal! He's going to shoot—and—and—" Lee cursed loudly, "and he scored."

The rest of the Gryffindors sighed and, as expected, the Slytherins on the other side of the stand cheered, "Nice job, Weasley!"

"Fred hits a Bludger at Davis, but Davis dodges, and he's going to grab the ball from Angelina - she's going to sprint!"

Cheers and applause erupted from the Gryffindor stands, and Hermione couldn't help but smile, but at the same time, a tingling pain suddenly flashed across the back of her neck. Everyone is cheering.

Hermione put down her hand, her heartbeat seemed to slow down, she frowned, her eyes swept around, and she fixed on Crabbe in the Slytherin stands, who was looking at her with a weird smile on the corner of her mouth smile.

Hermione stared at him coldly, but he didn't look any further, turning his eyes to the pitch.Hermione didn't plan to stay here to watch the football game anymore. She realized that something was wrong with her body, she hurriedly stood up and walked out. Her classmates made way for her, but she still accidentally stepped on Neville's foot.

"Are you unwell?" Neville looked at her face worriedly, "You look very bad."

"I'm fine." Hermione whispered, Neville looked at her worriedly, then at the fierce battle on the field, and said with determination: "I'll accompany you to the school hospital."

He stood up and left his seat, followed Hermione down the stands, left the field, and walked in the direction of the castle.Along the way, Hermione only felt that her footsteps were getting heavier and her eyes began to feel dizzy. She touched her temple, and Neville stretched out her hand cautiously, for fear that she would suddenly fall.

The two walked across the grass and went from the stone bridge to the school hospital. Hermione's heart was full of alarms. Crabbe's smile, that look in his eyes, something was wrong... Could it be that he became an undercover agent like Vader and the others?However, if he did something to her, how could she not realize it in advance, his magic power is not strong.

But her head was getting heavier and her vision became blurred. She had already started to feel drowsy. She heard Neville's panicked cry and lost consciousness...

When she woke up from the grotesque dream, all she saw was a piece of white, "Neville?" She opened her mouth to speak, but found her voice hoarse, and Neville immediately jumped up beside the bed, "How are you?"

Hermione looked at her outstretched hand and wanted to sit up. Neville took a pillow to help her back, "I'm fine, how long have I been asleep?"

"The match is over," Neville looked at her worriedly, "Gryffindor has won."

"That's good." Hermione smiled.

"Where is it?" Annie's freezing voice came from the door, holding a bottle of golden potion in her hand, she walked quickly to Hermione's bedside, Madam Pomfrey also hurried over, pulled out her wand to test her body, heaved a sigh of relief.

"Out of danger." She reassured.

"What's wrong with me?" Hermione frowned slightly, Annie's eyes were dark, Neville took the initiative to back away, she stepped forward and handed the potion to Hermione, "Drink it now."

Hermione didn't suspect him, took the potion and drank it in one gulp, the potion was tasteless, "Where did you go, I didn't see you."

Annie took a deep breath, sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed her hands tightly. Only then did Hermione notice that her complexion was very bad, "You brought me back?"

Annie didn't answer, Madam Pomfrey muttered that she was going to adjust the potion and left, "Then I'll go first." Neville also exited the room knowingly, just as Hermione was about to open her mouth to stop him, but Annie's strange expression made her leave. shut up.

Annie didn't speak, she just stared at Hermione intently, her green eyes filled with emotions that Hermione couldn't understand, she didn't want to guess what Annie was thinking, so she said bluntly, "Tell me what happened to me."

"Nothing." Annie said in a steady voice.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "I don't believe it, then why did I faint out of nowhere?"

Annie was silent for a moment, leaned over and hugged her in her arms, her hot breath was on her neck, Hermione was startled, and tried to hug her back, her body was held even tighter, she felt the trembling of the person in front of her .

Hermione hesitated, and patted her on the back, "I'm fine, don't worry."

She actually has too many things to ask, but now, no matter whether it is body or mind, she is greedy for the rare tenderness of this moment.