Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Cockerworth.

A small town in central England far away from sunny St. Catchpole.

If Wright and Hagrid had not traveled together to Little Whinging in Surrey two years ago, it would have been one of their brief resting places during Vernon Dursley's long journey to evade his Hogwarts admission letter. .

But Harry, who was still at No. 4 Privet Drive and busy with his summer homework on the History of Magic about medieval witches, didn't know this.

Gray and dark colors together constitute the main color of the heavy industrial town of Cokeworth. The meandering black river flows slowly through the east and west of the town. The silent river banks on both sides are filled with withered and decaying weeds. and randomly abandoned garbage.

The plump squirrel waved its thin paws and jumped across a few rotten logs floating on the river. Sometimes, due to lack of support points, it would jump into the dirty river water without hesitation and swim for a while. distance.

After a while, the gray squirrel crossed the river, which was extremely spacious for it. It shook off the sewage stuck on its hair, and a few drops of dark water were thrown back in along the slender tail of the squirrel. In the river. Then the gray rat slipped under the old rusty railing by the river and ran to a narrow cobblestone road on the opposite side.

The alleys near this path were as complex as a maze, with rows of low-rise brick houses in extremely dilapidated condition on both sides. The windows on the houses looked dark and lifeless under the haze.

But this environment, which is extremely gloomy for ordinary people, has no effect on the squirrel at all. It quickly found a fresh garbage pile and got into it like a plume of smoke.

At this time, with a clear crackling sound, a slender figure wearing a wizard's hood appeared out of thin air in the alley.

The owner of the figure took stock of the terrible environment around him, and a disgusted cough came from under his hood. The thick voice revealed that he was a middle-aged man. The pair of dragon leather gloves on his hands, made from the softest nape skin of the black dragon of the Hesidian Islands, proved that this wealthy gentleman should have nothing to do with this Muggle town that had been abandoned for many years.

But for some unknown reason, he chose to come here alone.

After a while, the gentleman found a direction and walked quickly towards the house at the end of the alley.

But the owner of the house was much more vigilant than the gentleman expected.

Ever since he heard the loud thunderclap caused by the Apparition, the owner who was sitting in the room instantly closed the potion book in his hand. He took out his wand, walked lightly to the window, and gently used the tip of the wand to He slowly opened a corner of the heavy curtains, and his emotionless eyes looked through the dark, dirty glass windows and moved slightly with the pace of the hooded man.

The further you go, the fainter the sunlight becomes. Even at noon when the sun shines brightest, it can't change the dim environment here.

Soon, the gentleman in the alley walked up to the two-story building at the end of Spider End Alley. He transferred the gentleman's staff with an exquisite silver snake head to his left hand, and raised his right hand, ready to knock. Door.

However, the moment before he knocked, the wooden door opened a gap large enough for people to pass through. A man in black robes was holding a wand, standing behind the door, his dark eyes looking at the general calmly. Mr. Hood removed.

"Lucius." The dean of Slytherin House, in a cold tone, greeted the senior who was two years older than him at the door without much enthusiasm.

"Severus," Lucius took off his hood completely, revealing long platinum hair that looked a little dry and a thin face full of exhaustion, "Can I go in?"

"certainly."

Snape took a small step back and invited Lucius into the small living room.

This is a dark and small living room. The furniture inside has experienced years of baptism and has become dilapidated. The owner of the room obviously has no idea of ​​using his amazing magic to repair them. A chandelier with candles hanging from the ceiling casts a dim circle of light. On the edge of the circle are a worn and fluffy sofa, an old armchair and a coffee table with cracked legs. .

Snape motioned for Lucius to sit on the sofa, and he sat in the armchair opposite him.

"There shouldn't be anyone else here, right?" Lucius looked around cautiously, but the walls were all full of books, and there was no place to hide anyone.

Snape showed an impatient expression. When he was a student, this high-ranking young master of the Malfoy family had also been one of the objects of his envy.

But since joining the Dark Lord, Snape has quickly become one of Voldemort's valued right-hand men with his superhuman magical talent, and from time to time he can receive personal guidance from Voldemort. But this arrogant White Peacock is as busy as ever smoothing out his luxurious feathers, shuttling between the Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot, and even Dumbledore's school board. I'm afraid even He had forgotten most of what he had learned at Hogwarts.

"There is no one else here except me." Snape said coldly. As for the several secret doors in the room, he was not interested in showing them to Lucius.

Lucius didn't seem to mind Snape's attitude, but more like he was relieved.

"Severus, I'm sorry to see you like this, but I have to do this." Lucius put his cane aside and opened the topic, "I don't know, about the principal's secretary named Jerry Green... …”

Lucius licked his dry lips. He was not sure whether he should call the young Tom Riddle Jerry Green like Dumbledore. He also didn't know whether his statement would be criticized. Voldemort listened; so that was all he said.

"I don't know the true identity of Jerry Green." Snape calmly placed the palm of his right hand on the wrist of his left hand, where the Dark Mark that every Death Eater has is hidden.

If Voldemort really breaks free from death, then the Dark Mark will become hot and that will be Voldemort's signal to summon his servants.

But Snape still felt nothing. Almost seven months had passed since he saw Jerry Green appear in the principal's office, and the Dark Mark had never lit up.

It's as if the man named Jerry Green has nothing to do with the former Tom Riddle, the mysterious man.

"Severus, why are you doing this?" Lucius covered his mouth and coughed. The fine needle pricks on his palms told him that he had forgotten to shave again today.

This is not what a Malfoy should do.

But facing Voldemort who was likely to return, Lucius felt that this was nothing.