HP in the name of Slytherin

The dangerous dark green light came with powerful magic power, but Catherine held down Haierbo who was trying to open his mouth to eat it, and tilted her head slightly.

As she observed, the magic just brushed past her without even blowing her hair.

But the aftermath still blasted a big hole in the side of the exquisite flower hall of Armand Palace, as if the ancient guardian magic of Malfoy Manor did not exist at all.

What a powerful force, it contains the power of ancient magic and the full understanding of modern magic.

The cold wind poured in from outside the hole, blowing their robes violently. A large number of fine snowflakes hung on the flower branches, and the delicate pink and white rose petals were broken all over the ground.

"There is a little fly on your side, dear Miss Catherine." Voldemort said with a smile.

Catherine maintained her smile and even praised him calmly: "What a gentleman, Mr. Voldemort."

She gently twirled a petal between her shoulders and hair, waved it back, and said softly: "Look back in time and restore it to the way it was before."

The voice carried a mysterious rhythm, and Voldemort saw the gravel and crystals on the ground reassemble and fly back to the wall.

The scattered petals returned to the branches, and the broken roses recovered as before.

The words are followed like a miracle!

Voldemort clenched his fists fiercely.

Halbo rubbed the tip of her tail uncomfortably against Catherine's wrist.

It knew that the current situation was not optimistic. Catherine looked as usual on the surface, but the intense heartbeat and slightly trembling fingertips in her heart were felt by Haierbo.

It didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that Catherine would be distracted, so it carefully took out the diced meat from the bag and ate it in small bites to relieve the hunger caused by the massive loss of magic power.

The ancient magic, which seemed miraculous to Voldemort, drained Catherine's magic power in one go.

Just looking at Catherine's relaxed and contented look, who would have thought that she might be out of breath even if she stood up and took a few steps.

She could even lift the tea cup gracefully and take a steady sip.

"The rare old Ceylon tree tastes better after being slightly frozen." Catherine put down the tea cup and raised her hand to signal to the other side, "Mr. Voldemort, don't you want to try it?"

She smiled and said, "Don't let down that 700-year-old tea tree."

Voldemort tensed up, moved his steps for a while, and sat down again, "What you said makes sense."

He was still in a state of readiness. Just now he was ready to hunt, and now he was ready to escape.

Catherine sat leisurely in the chair, completely acting like a host, and would not make anyone feel rude. She acted as if she was the host here.

She looks so relaxed, who would have thought that all her magic power has been drained out now? At least Voldemort couldn't think of it.

He had to admit that he had misjudged the news. The news coming from Hogwarts was all about Catherine's petty fuss. Who would have thought that she actually mastered such exquisite ancient magic.

In Voldemort's view, there are currently only two or three people in the world who can use more powerful ancient magic, and he has left the best Dumbledore behind.

He is...

"Mr. Voldemort is really a genius for integrating ancient magic with modern magic so well." Catherine praised with a smile.

Voldemort's face twitched, and he said flattering words in that elegant and pleasant tone: "Not as good as Miss Catherine."

He also seemed to want to smile, but unfortunately his skin, which was melting after his soul was shattered a lot, couldn't keep up with it.

Just like he was accustomed to being the Dark Lord, being aloof and despising everything, he couldn't regain the humility of his school days quickly.

The words sounded almost sarcastic.

Before Catherine could speak, Voldemort continued: "The Malfoy family's Christmas party won't start in a few days. What's the reason for Miss Catherine's visit so early?"

Voldemort saw Lucius's little trick of secretly inviting Catherine to his house, and he just thought it was Abraxas teaching Lucius to complete the task in advance.

He never thought about Catherine's psychology for coming here early. The magic field experiments in the past six months were so successful that even Kate Shafik, second only to Dumbledore, was not immune. Voldemort took it for granted that Catherine would definitely come today. No reply.

Who would have thought that Catherine would be immune to his magic!

But Voldemort was not sure whether he was immune to Catherine's magic on him. From the stare he just made, he speculated based on his own habits that he must use Legilimency on the other party, but he felt nothing.

Let Voldemort take the initiative and let Catherine attack him?

...It's impossible in this life. If he could really attack, wouldn't he be injured? !

Voldemort just wanted to send Catherine away quickly to find out what was going on.

"Don't be so nervous," Catherine said with a chuckle, "Can't I just come and see what my brother's descendants will look like in a thousand years?"

Voldemort's twisted face twitched slightly, a huge sense of shame crawled into his heart, and he was forced to hold it back.

He was obviously a grown man close to 11 meters tall, but he was being suppressed by a little girl named Catherine who looked to be years old. He was cowering there, which was indescribably weird.

Catherine did not continue, obviously wanting to interact with Voldemort and force him to interact with her.

Under the gaze of those smiling gray-blue eyes, Voldemort silently clenched his fists, twitched the corners of his mouth and asked, "I saw it, so what?"

He's obviously a mixed race.

The soul is constantly being cut in pursuit of more powerful magic and immortality.

As for the Slytherin pureblood in front of her, who was born with divine blood and was born noble, how could she understand his life...

Suddenly, Voldemort had a flash of inspiration, and a vague inspiration emerged in his heart.

"For the sake of my brother, I don't want to be your enemy." Catherine stroked Herbo's head and looked deeply into Voldemort's eyes.

His face has melted like a burning candle, and only a pair of discolored eyes can still show some clues.

She clearly saw that Voldemort's eyes changed from the initial look of surprise and forced composure to contemplation.

Very private, very subtle, but captured by Catherine.

Voldemort smiled, "Of course, I don't want to be your enemy, dear Miss Catherine."

He took the initiative to get closer again, not as presumptuous as at the beginning, but not as guarded as before. He whispered softly: "My ancestors, we are the last two Slytherins in the world."

As a mixed-blood person, saying such words in front of a pure-blooded person is undoubtedly a provocation and ridicule.

Catherine didn't know why Voldemort suddenly became confident again as if he had someone to rely on. She actually didn't care that much about pure-blood hybrids. Even at the beginning, she thought about what if Voldemort could still be saved...

"Yes," she agreed with a sigh without changing her smile, "there are only two of us left."

Voldemort looked at Catherine, his scarlet eyes like blazing flames in hell, "It doesn't matter, my dear ancestor, even if there are only two of us, we can still restore the glory of Slytherin."

"Make Slytherin great again, and let the magical world that thrives because of you bow to you," he murmured next to Catherine, "My ancestor, you should have been your Majesty Catherine."