Alice's Travels

When Alice opened her eyes again, her heart sank heavily.

She was in a large, slightly dimly lit room, slumped on the ground powerlessly.Sitting on the large seat directly opposite was a man with red eyes and paler than a skeleton.

"Oh, our guest is awake." The man stood up, and his tall and thin figure moved closer to Alice. There were only two slit-like nostrils on his flat nose.

"Alice Altman, an ordinary Hogwarts student—" the man paused before speaking in a leisurely tone, "but she hides a lot of... small secrets. From the Muggle world A half-breed wizard is always better at using spells than others—maybe you have outstanding talent, your magic looks very powerful, doesn't it?"

Alice trembled unconsciously, and she blinked before speaking as calmly as possible, "You are... the Dark Lord."

"Son, it seems that you still don't quite understand the current situation," Voldemort said in a low voice. "You should answer my question as soon as possible, instead of changing the subject by pretending that you didn't hear anything."

"Cruciate!" He swung his wand gracefully, as if it were a small punishment.

"Ah!" Alice immediately let out a scream.I felt that the bones in my whole body were in severe pain as if they were about to be broken in an instant, and my whole body suddenly curled up in pain and kept twitching, tears kept pouring out of my eyes, and cold sweat instantly covered my whole body.

Alice's face was twisted together, her face was pale, the broken hair on both sides stuck to her face, her eyes were tightly closed.

She has never been in such pain, so painful that she is about to die—but she is living like death, and she can only endure it desperately before the boundary of collapse.

Voldemort watched Alice's painful performance at this moment with satisfaction.He paced the room slowly, and said in a low voice with a tone of advice, "You need to learn to submit earlier, Atman, only obedience will bring you more benefits—— and higher honors."

Alice took a big breath, her eyes were red, her whole body was trembling, and she didn't speak.

"Dumbledore trusts you, doesn't he?" Voldemort said again.

"I think so..." Alice said hoarsely, her body still trembling slightly, "He is willing to trust every student."

"Really—but as an evil Slytherin, how did you gain his trust so easily?" Voldemort said incredulously, "Tell me, Altman, what else did you do?"

"Harry Potter and I are good friends," Alice said slowly, "We have always been under Dumbledore's nose, and Harry Potter trusts me."

Voldemort turned, and then faced Alice's serpentine face twisted into an odd grin, "I have to compliment you, Alice Altman - you have inherited Slytherin's cunning very well. .but it's very stupid to try to play these little tricks in front of me—"

Alice's eyes widened suddenly, and Voldemort pointed his wand at her again, "Crucio!"

"Ah—ah!" The sharp pain swept through the whole body in an instant, as if the body was torn into small pieces one by one, rotting and breaking off from the inside.Alice wailed and screamed for a long time, and couldn't help sobbing in extreme pain.

This time Voldemort took a long time to raise his wand, breaking the spell.He raised his head slightly, staring straight at Alice's miserable appearance with red eyes, and said loudly and clearly, "This is just a small punishment for a dishonest child—a warning to anyone who dares to cheat. "

"Now, look up, Altman—" Voldemort's red eyes looked directly into Alice's.Alice immediately felt his gaze penetrate into it for an instant—over her eyes, her brain, and reach the deepest part of her brain.

"It's blank," Voldemort said calmly, retracting his gaze. "Again, you can seal your memories and emotions without using Occlumency. The Imperius Curse also fails... Atman, what is your origin? ?”

"I, I really don't know..." Alice said tremblingly, "No one knows who my parents are. I was thrown in an orphanage since I was born..."

Voldemort turned his head to one side and looked at Alice. His calm and thoughtful voice did not fluctuate, "So, what spell did you use to petrify the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?"

Alice flinched unconsciously. She raised her eyes in confusion, and saw an old diary in Voldemort's hand—it was Tom Riddle's diary that she had kept locked in the drawer of her bedroom. .

"I found this in that secret room," Alice said quickly with trembling pupils, "the basilisk was already a stone statue when I went—"

"Really," said Voldemort, "and how did you resist my Imperius Curse again and again?"

"The first time I controlled you through the diary, you broke free of me almost immediately," continued Voldemort, "and the second time I broke away from the diary and used the Imperius Curse on you again, Still haven't achieved the ultimate success - you didn't follow my instructions to open the secret room. Look at what you said to the diary again, you are testing me, Atman, how many secrets are you hiding..."

"Tom Riddle . . . is that you?" Alice said with quivering lips.

"That's right." Voldemort casually rubbed the diary with the hand that wasn't holding the wand, still looking at Alice and said, "I've known about you for a long time, and I've always been curious about how you did it." "Atman, what is so special about you?"

Alice lay pale on the ground, the corners of her mouth trembled but she suddenly wanted to laugh.Her eye circles were red, her forehead was covered with wet hair, and her whole body was cold and sticky.

She knew that she couldn't escape—whether she said it or not, she would die, or life would be worse than death after being tortured so painfully.

"It's ridiculous, you want to admire pure blood even though you are a mixed blood!" Alice suddenly said loudly, pushing herself up desperately and getting up from the ground.

Voldemort's expression seemed unchanged, only a pair of red eyes fixed on Alice, cold and sharp.

"I curse you, I curse you with my life—" Alice stared at him without blinking, "As long as I live, you will never be able to succeed!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light suddenly hit Alice, and her body immediately burst out with all the magic power, colliding with the green light.

In an instant, a strong light bloomed in the room.

As if after a moment of silence, after the light faded, a body fell stiffly on the cold floor.

"Oh, it seems that you still failed—" Voldemort said with a cold glance, "No one can stop me."

He put his eyes back on the diary, and his red eyes kept flickering.

After Draco and Snape escaped from Hogwarts, they went straight back to Malfoy Manor - which now serves as the headquarters of the Death Eaters, where the Dark Lord sits.

Draco's face was pale and his heart was cold.His action failed this time, and he still doesn't know what punishment he will receive...

He closed his eyes, not daring to think about the person he missed.

Snape glanced at Draco, led him all the way through the luxuriously decorated foyer and into the corridor, and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.

Two Death Eaters were standing guard at the door.An exceptionally tall werewolf with sharp teeth, Fenrir Greyback, stared viciously at another short man, Wormtail Pettigrew Peter, with a frightened expression, with undisguised disdain and contempt in his eyes.

When Peter saw Snape and the two approaching, he immediately moved in a panic and approached the corridor.

"Master—the master is still interrogating the prisoners," Peter stammered, and took two steps towards the corridor, "I have to go and see why the others haven't come back, and report to the master in a while." He glanced Greyback glanced, turned and left hastily.The figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Captive—where did the prisoner come from?" Snape asked calmly.

Greyback chuckled twice, bared his yellow teeth, and said, "Of course it was taken from Hogwarts, tsk - presented by Wormtail, a juicy little girl."

Draco's eyelids twitched heavily, and he glanced up in the direction of the door.

"I have something to report to Master - about tonight's actions," Snape said calmly.

"Wait," said Greyback nonchalantly, "the master is busy with his interrogation, and no one can disturb him."

"It is precisely because of your sudden retreat from Hogwarts that this operation failed," Snape said, "and it also directly led to my identity being exposed now, and I can no longer lurk by Dumbledore's side to listen to news for the master. You Don't you think the master won't be angry? Who needs the master to interrogate himself and alone - we have to talk about what happened tonight..."

"I'm not your subordinate." Greyback said impatiently, looking ferociously at Snape. "Who knows what happened and we were ejected from Hogwarts. There are still many people who don't know how to hide now." Where did I go, but I came back immediately, but the master said——I will talk about other things after his interrogation."

Snape's dark eyes glanced at Greyback and looked away.

Draco stood back, pale all the time.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and then the wooden door creaked open.Greyback immediately changed his expression and walked in with a respectful expression.

However, after a while, he came out with a dead body, with a strange expression on his face.The wooden door slammed shut again behind him.

"Master told us not to look for him for the time being," Greyback said wearily, "we'll report on the matter later, we'll have to wait a few days—wait a few days..."

Draco couldn't hear what he was saying, though.

His pupils dilated instantly, and his heart fell into the bottomless ice cellar as if it stopped beating.His face was extremely pale, and he looked at Alice with her eyes closed and silent in disbelief.

"Don't touch her..." Draco said awkwardly, and rushed over to snatch Alice from Greyback's grasp and hugged her, "Don't touch her!"

"Looks like I ran into an acquaintance." Greyback glanced at him fiercely, and said with a malicious smile, "It happens that I'm not interested in the flesh and blood of the dead, so I'll leave the corpse to you." He said Then he strode away.