The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The smog that once filled London, England, floats above the dirty waters of a small river, lined with dead yellow weeds that sometimes catch drifting rubbish.

On the bank of the river, there is a narrow alley paved with cobblestones. In the innermost part, you can see the thick black smoke from the chimney of the mill in the distance. Two women in black robes are walking through it.

The brick houses here are not as harmonious as Diagon Alley, and the street lamps will break every once in a while.

It was like a deserted place when the sun was burning and the clock of dawn was ringing. The people here were in a daze, and there were still one or two windows that were lit in the middle of the night.

"Narcissa...Sasha!" Bella grabbed the arm of the woman in front and stopped her.

"I've made up my mind, Bella." Narcissa tried to shake off her hand, but the other squeezed her hand too hard, and her foot accidentally stepped into a puddle among the pebbles. "That's my son!"

On the potholed road, there are some leaflets scattered during the day.

On it is a Muggle Prime Minister holding a microphone, and there is a line on the top, which reads: 'Building society, benefiting the people'.

"No, you can't trust him!" Bella panted, looking at this place with some disgust, "Here? A Muggle trash can? Normally no one would want to visit him..."

"Let me go!" Narcissa pulled out her wand and pointed at her threateningly.

Bella smiled helplessly, but immediately after her dear Narcissa's wand swiped down, Bella let go of her arm as if being burned by fire.

"Dear Xixi~ Is this how you treat your own sister?"

"There is nothing I can't do now..." Narcissa growled hysterically, "Dear sister? Isn't Blake your cousin too? I can't see that you care about these things."

"How can he be compared to you, but a pure-blood traitor---"

But Narcissa turned her head and continued to rush forward, digging around in this labyrinth of spider-tailed alleys. Normally, she would never come to this kind of garbage dump in person, let alone a Muggle garbage can. .

Some of the doors were boarded up, as if all but a few people had moved out.

In the end, she came to the last house, which was the closest to the chimney that blackened the sky. After she rang, the door was slowly opened only after Bella caught up with her.

The old orange light shone on Narcissa's face through the crack of the door.

"What a surprise, I didn't expect there to be a distinguished guest today?" With long black hair hanging greasy on both sides, Snape opened the door completely and gave way.

The golden hair was scattered, making Narcissa look like a wealthy lady fleeing, her pale face revealing panic.

"Severus, I want to talk to you, it's urgent..."

"No problem at all"

When Bella squeezed in even though she wasn't invited by the owner, Snape greeted her briefly, his thin lips twisted into a sarcastic smile.

The small living room is not as luxurious as a pure-blood family, nor does it have a warm atmosphere. Instead, it looks like a prison cell with a sofa. Generally speaking, only mental hospitals have rooms...

The three walls were covered with books, most of which were old cowhide covers, and some even had rusty locks. The leather on the surface of the sofa was also fluffed. Bella sat there, fingering the sponge exposed by the armrest.

"This is where people live... Muggles don't live here." Bella lowered her hood slowly.

"Spider's End is going to be demolished by Muggles soon, you are very lucky." Snape crossed his legs, looked shrewdly at the two sisters under the yellow halo, "otherwise... no one told you that I would move where to go"

When Narcissa was about to speak, Snape first drew out his wand and held it between his lips.

He jerked back, and there was a bang, and a small bald man let out a scream and rolled out from the secret door behind him, with smoke still rising from his back.

"Wormtail, I'm sure you are well aware... there are guests here"

"My Lord Dark Lord ordered, let me..."

"For you to help me, yes" Snape cut him off, taking the discourse into his own hands, "but now I need your help... like some elf wine, and then you can left"

His words were full of doubts, and Wormtail Peter also sensed a dangerous signal.

It was as if a mouse noticed a disaster, a sense of crisis flashed by, Peter bulged his eyes, muttered and walked into another secret door, and then put three cups and a dirty wine bottle on the table heavily .

He looked carefully at Bella, then at Narcissa who was sitting on a chair pouring wine, and left after confirming that it wasn't someone he didn't know.

"Tell me, what did you come to me for?" Snape asked her calmly.

Narcissa took a deep breath tremblingly, and looked towards the secret door where Wormtail left. In the depths of the darkness, his silver white gloves shone slightly.

"Don't worry about him, he's just a man sent by the Dark Lord to help me with my work." Snape waved his hand and closed the door heavily, "Nobody usually comes here, don't worry..."

"Let's put it this way, Severus...I've been told not to tell anyone..."

"Then you can't tell this person!" Bellatrix roared manically.

"What do you mean 'you can't tell this person'?" Snape repeated the other person's words with a sneer, "Who do you think the Lord Dark Lord trusts the most? Could it be you?"

"That's right! I'm the one your lord trusts the most..."

"The most trustworthy..." Snape is best at mocking the place where the other party is proud, "You mean you have been imprisoned for more than ten years, and you haven't done anything? Um... this kind of attitude marvelous"

Soon, Bellatrix immediately became agitated, as he had imagined, as if she would draw out her wand and cast a Killing Curse in the next second.

Narcissa silently stared at the wine in the glass in a daze.

"Attitude?! When I was being tortured in Azkaban, what were you doing?" Bella screamed, showing her teeth and claws, "And you! Be a favorite at Dumbledore's feet!!"

"Where do you think your Polyjuice Potion came from?" Snape sarcastically, as if looking at an idiot, "Lucius alone can get into the Ministry of Magic? Is the prophecy ball with you? Huh... at last loyal..."

The Prophecy Ball was certainly not in the hands of Voldemort's most loyal and trusted man.

Bella blushed, and finally fell on the sofa powerlessly. She stared at Snape viciously, but instead of being afraid or uneasy, Snape looked at this lunatic a little funny.

"But you didn't do anything while we were dying! You could have killed all those goddamn...little brutes...you had countless chances!"

"So I risk being discovered?" Snape's nails echoed nicely on the glass, "Need I remind you? The flag that has been raised recently is no less powerful than Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore's strengths are his weaknesses, and he always thinks of people's good.

But the emerging powers are different. They divide the crowd into only enemies and friends, and some centrists who can be wooed.

Seeing that Bellatrix was held speechless, Snape turned his head to Narcissa and said, "Coincidentally, I may just know the plan you said 'can't tell' "

Narcissa closed her eyes, tears welling from them.

Lucius was under surveillance all the time in her own manor, and this time she only relied on Bellatrix to escape the surveillance and ran over to Snape for help.

"You know you will know, he trusts you so much..."

"But what do you want me to help? Do you want the Dark Lord to change his mind?" Snape shook his head and said, "Narcisha, if you have this kind of idea, I'm afraid there is no hope. That lord's mind cannot be changed. of"

"But...but that's my son..." Narcissa sobbed softly, "My only son"

But Bellatrix was extremely indifferent, and said: "Sasha~ You should be proud, the Dark Lord has given him great honor and praise, and Draco is also very happy to have the opportunity to prove himself..."

Narcissa threw off Bella's arm angrily, her mother's heart twitching in agony.

"This is not the old play!" She looked at Snape imploringly, "You should know those people better than us...Once Malfoy is found, he will definitely die!"

Those people refer to Cyrus, Hermione and others.

Her husband, Lucius Malfoy, had almost died at their hands several times. You know, their group, unlike Dumbledore, would not want to save their lives and wait for a public trial.

And Draco doesn't know anything...

"He's just kidding! He thinks he can beat them..." Narcissa begged bitterly, "Snape, he's only sixteen! I don't care about anything... except his life !"

Snape wanted to look away, but he couldn't ignore her cries.

Narcissa moved closer and grabbed his robes, tears rolled down his chest, Snape looked down at her tear-stained face, gritted his teeth hard, as if enduring some kind of pain.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Narcissa's legs went limp, and she fell to her knees in despair, tearing her long golden hair in a breakdown.

"My son...Draco...as long as he doesn't die..."

"If... I mean if..." Snape bent down and whispered in Narcissa's ear while pulling her up, "If many people die, will you use your son's Do you want to make an exchange?"

The problem of choosing one of the two, the life of one person is exchanged for the lives of 100 people.

Of course, ordinary people will not hesitate to stand in the perspective of God, abandon that one person, and save those 100 people, but Narcissa is not an ordinary person, she is the mother of that "one person".

From Bella's perspective, Narcissa seemed to be taken aback by being frightened, and was stiffly supported by Snape.

"No... no change" she gritted her teeth and said in a very low voice.

Snape narrowed his eyes, finally poured another glass of wine, and stuffed it into her hand.

"I think I can help you, as long as Draco Malfoy's life is saved, isn't it?" Snape staggered Bella's impatient eyes, "I think I can try "

"Really...really? Will you help me take care of him?"

"Heh... If I have a son, I will definitely let him fight for the chance to sacrifice for Lord Dark Lord." Bellatrix was so cold that he didn't want to be personal.

Narcissa took Snape's rough hand, as if grabbing a lifeline.

"Can you guarantee it? Severus...can you make an unbreakable oath?" Narcissa grabbed him tightly, her nails almost digging into the flesh of the back of his hand, "I can give up everything for him! "

The expression on Snape's face became unpredictable.

"Of course...I think your own sister would be happy to be our witness"

After finishing speaking, Severus Snape closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked at the oil lamp hanging upside down above his head, and was a little dizzy looking at the flower seedlings inside.

He seemed...really hopeless.