miss foley of hp hogwarts

Putting Ace gently on the bed, Snape turned and walked to the other end of the third floor with Lucius.

"Let's go, senior."

"Master will be happy to see you, Severus." Lucius said with a smile, looking very happy, "but it's a pity that Ace can't go."

"It's enough for me to go, senior."

Snape frowned. He finally cast a coma spell on Ace in order to prevent Ace from appearing in front of Voldemort at this time.

"I can't wait to work with you..."

The narrow staircase leading to the third floor divides the upper and lower worlds into two worlds. The lower level is bustling with guests, while the upper level is a pool of stagnant water, and even the sunlight that shines in seems to be frozen here.

Snape followed Lucius, passed through the bunches of stagnant light, and pushed open the dark door in front of him.

Bright light shone into the room, and the contrast between light and dark made it impossible for Snape to see clearly what was going on inside the room.

"Good luck, Severus."

As Lucius's voice gradually dissipated and the door creaked, the bright light gradually shrank until it disappeared into the crack of the door.

After closing his eyes, Snape could clearly see what was in the dark room.

There was only an oval solid wood long table in the empty room. Around it, a circle of people in black robes sat, all of them expressionless.

The leader had a handsome face, but his skin was so pale that it was almost as white as white paper. The black blood vessels were clearly visible under the pale skin, which looked extremely weird.

Snape shuddered under his gaze.

"Well, let's welcome our new member-" The man stood up, palms up, hands spread out, with a smile on his face.

Following his words, everyone at the long table hurriedly stood up, with smiles on their faces that were so fake that they could be seen at a glance, and some polite words were uttered in their mouths.

Snape sat at the end, listening to their discussion of recent matters.

"Master, there are signs that those who escaped were rescued by people from the Order of the Phoenix." The man in black robes on the left reported cautiously.

"hateful!"

The long-term experience of fighting against the Order of the Phoenix made these Death Eaters realize that the Order of the Phoenix must have a secret room, and they had no way of knowing where the escapees were rescued.

"But, I'm sure those people won't live long -" the man continued to speak tremblingly, "we caught them and interrogated them."

"What's the question?" Voldemort, who was sitting in the front seat, crossed his fingers on the table and looked at the person reporting next to him.

The man's face suddenly became panicked, and he was shaking as if he was about to faint, "D-I didn't ask--"

Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth and smiled very gently, "You really disappoint me. I gave you a chance, right?"

"Lord, Master, please. They, they even endured the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse! I have tried every method!" The man knelt at Voldemort's feet in panic, begging pitifully, trembling all over, and tears dripping from his eyes. On Voldemort's shoes.

However, what he got in exchange was a heavy kick - he was kicked away at least two meters.

"Well, let me see if you can withstand the Cruciatus Curse?"

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at the man lying on the ground, and an expression of extreme pain immediately appeared on the man's face. He grabbed the clothes on his chest with both hands, and even his nails were turned out until they were bloody.

"Ah! Help, help—Lord, Master, spare—"

He kept rolling on the ground, letting out low wails of pain, and finally curled up into a ball, his hair sticking to his skin sticky from the cold sweat.

But no one at the long table showed any sympathy for him.

They either showed their obsession with Voldemort and looked at the people on the ground with extremely excited expressions, or they sat timidly on the chairs and huddled themselves into a ball, or they watched indifferently, folding their arms, Stay out of it.

Bella, opposite Snape, was the craziest. She looked at Voldemort obsessively and whispered, but no one could hear what she was saying.She looked at the people rolling on the ground, chuckled, and clapped her hands.

In addition to wailing, the whole room was filled with Bella's hoarse laughter and the faint sound of wedding march music. It should be that the wedding of Lucius and Narcissa had begun.

Snape sat at the end of the long table and couldn't help but feel a little creeped out by this group of people.

When Voldemort saw the people on the ground huddled up in a ball without strength and no longer interested, he silently cast the "Imperius Curse".The man took out his wand and pulled it on his neck, blood splattered everywhere, which made Bella let out a high-pitched scream and laughed even more wildly.

Everyone had no reaction to this scene, as if they were used to it.

"continue."

As the man's blood flowed gurglingly, the meeting on the long table continued.

"How was the game at Hogwarts?"

"The operation failed, Master." The person who answered nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The Carlo brothers and sisters did not complete the mission. This is Karkaroff's letter."

The successive failures made Voldemort lose the smile on his face. He looked at the person who reported the report and said nothing. Big beads of sweat kept dripping from the person's forehead to the ground.

He finally took the letter from the man, glanced at it, and looked sharply at Snape at the end.

Everyone on the long table also followed his gaze and looked at Snape, looking at him maliciously, as if they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

"Oh, I almost forgot about our new member, why don't you tell us about it, I heard - you were there, Mr. Severus Snape?"

"Master, the Carlo brothers and sisters are just two jealous idiots, no different from trolls. They just want to kill us in that game."

Snape's muscles tensed up and he swallowed hard.Seeing that Voldemort's expression did not change at all, Snape took out another bottle of potion and continued.

"I think if I had this bottle of potion, I might have been able to find out something from those who escaped."

Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and the bottle of veritaserum floated from the end of the table to his hand. He looked at the bottle of potion carefully, and a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face.

"Very good." Then he waved.

A sturdy Death Eater pushed a middle-aged man in retro clothes from the corner to the center. His face was ashen, and he just fell to the ground awkwardly and did not move again.

Snape took a closer look and saw that he looked exactly like Amycus. This man must be the father of the Carrow brothers and sisters.

"Snape, I think you can do it for me and teach this loser a lesson?" Voldemort pointed his pale hand at Carlo on the ground with an unknown smile on his face.

"Of course, my master."