[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

It was a magnificent room, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, lighting the whole room like daylight, with expensive Persian woolen rugs on the floor, and a fire dancing merrily in the fireplace.

It had been the home of a Death Eater, and now he had dedicated it as a gathering place for the Dark Lord and his followers.

The dark bat-like figure of Severus Snape walked in gently, without looking sideways, until he got close to the king sitting in the center of the hall, and then bowed down respectfully.

"Master." He knelt down and kissed the man's robe.

There was a long table in front of the man, and followers in black clothes and hats were already standing on both sides of the long table.

They all lowered their heads in fear, and a dazzling platinum-blonde hair slipped from the hood of one of them—Lucius Malfoy.

A scrawny woman was leaning against the tall throne, with strands of black hair hanging messily around her face, she looked a bit like Sirius Black.With a cruel smile on her face, she glared at Snape, the female Death Eater Bellatrix, who walked in with hostile eyes.

The man's flat face was pale without a trace of blood, his snake-like pupils were narrowed and gleamed scarlet.He watched Snape walk in, his lipless mouth slightly parted in a twisted smile.

"Our old friend... Severus," he looked down at Snape, slowly stroking the head of the boa constrictor coiled beside him with one hand, and the boa constrictor hissed, "when you come Does no one doubt you?"

"Dumbledore is not at school, master," Snape leaned down slightly, "I said I would go to Diagon Alley to purchase potion materials, and McGonagall believed it."

"You didn't come to nine out of ten meetings, and it took so long to come once in a while, do you have to let the master wait for you?" Bellatrix said with a sneer, pointing the wand in her hand at Snape, "I Look...you don't take the Dark Lord seriously at all!"

Snape didn't speak, still lying on his stomach respectfully.

"Be quiet, Bella," Voldemort lazily waved his wand, and Bellatrix yelled in pain as he was hit by a flash of red light, "Hogwarts is worth this little delay. The trust of all... the Dark Lord thinks it's worth it... very valuable."

"Yes... yes," Bellatrix panted and crawled back under the throne, staring at Snape unwillingly, "... yes, master, you are always right."

Snape straightened up and gave her a provocative look, which made her grit her teeth secretly, but didn't dare to say anything more.

"Okay," Voldemort seemed very satisfied with the jealousy of his subordinates, "stand behind me, Severus, let's finish the matter first..."

Snape actually noticed the scene above the long table as soon as he came in, but when he turned his head, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and he couldn't help but secretly clenched his fingers—

There are two corpses floating under the resplendent ceiling, a man and a woman, both dressed as Muggles, and one of them is carrying a mountaineering bag commonly used for camping.At this moment, they were floating there with their heads up and down, their eyes full of pain and panic, and it seemed that they had been severely tortured before they died.

Curled up on the long table was a little girl about five or six years old, who seemed to be the daughter of the couple, carved in pink and jade, very cute.But at this moment, she couldn't even cry anymore, her big eyes stared blankly at the front, a drop of blood quietly slipped from the top of her head, dripping on that immature face, blood and tears mixed and flowed down, but she didn't move at all. dare not move.The little girl was holding a yellow kitten tightly in her arms. Both the person and the cat were trembling slightly, looking at the Dark Lord in fear.

"Dirty... Muggle blood..."

Voldemort sneered and traced the little girl's face vainly with his wand, and easily pulled the kitten out of her arms, floating in the air.The kitten struggled in fear, the hairs on its tail blew up, and whined imploringly.

"No...don't hurt the cat..."

The loss of the cat made the little girl move. She opened her hands weakly, and big tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry.

But such pitiful pleading could not move the cruel Dark Lord in the slightest. He flicked his wand lightly, emitting a green light. The kitten screamed, then hung its head limply, and died.

"Nagini said that the family seems to have a problem with the children who came out of the orphanage..."

Voldemort watched the crying little girl with interest, imitating their conversation perfectly.

"Oh Mommy! Poor children in the orphanage!"

"How many times have I told you, Anna! Stop playing with them! They are smelly and dirty!"

"Poor Muggles..." Voldemort sighed loudly, "how short-sighted and hopelessly arrogant they are... belittling others..."

"It is true that we are all noble descendants of ancient families." His snake-like cold gaze swept over the people in the hall one by one, "The Malfoy family, the Black family, the Prince family...of course, and myself—— Noble and ancient... direct descendants of the great Salazar Slytherin, our origins certainly have nothing to do with orphanages. But... my friends..." His voice was almost a whisper, "I return to the world with eternal life, and we gather here, isn't it to liberate all Muggles? Isn't it to restore the great order? Isn't it to... eliminate all stupid, ridiculous discrimination?"

All stared at him with trembling longing, and Bellatrix was almost moved to tears.

"Then..." Voldemort smiled, slowly raised his wand, and pointed at the weeping girl.

"Master!" Snape stepped forward, his voice was cruel and cold, "Master... since this Muggle girl thinks orphans are pitiful, why not send her to the orphanage too... feel it...it must be very interesting."

Voldemort paused, "This seems like an interesting suggestion..."

Snape quietly observed his movements from the corner of his eye, and the string in his heart slowly relaxed, "I-I am willing to do this for the master, I know London-"

A green light flashed, interrupting his unfinished sentence.

The girl's small body slid to the ground without a sound, and Lucius Malfoy dodged aside in horror.

Nagini swam over with hissing glee, opening and closing his fishy mouth, and when it returned to the throne, the girl had disappeared.

"Just a lowly Muggle bastard," Voldemort waved his wand wearily. "We have more important things to do."

Still can't save her...

He couldn't save her... he couldn't save anyone...

Snape stared blankly at the place where the girl disappeared, his nails under the robes tightly gripped his palms, almost bleeding.

He lowered his eyes, turned and knelt beside Voldemort, and when he looked up, his black eyes were already full of enthusiasm.

"Yes, master. Always at your service."