HP: Embrace the Darkness

The people who really want to snatch eternal life are there, but no one dares to look over there.

Even Lovelace, who was pretending to be crazy, only dared to criticize others, and he had to control the situation carefully and not to anger him by using harsh words. He was just a loser unable to complain, so as to satisfy Voldemort's vanity.

Men, she understands.

Voldemort could understand Lovelace's feelings of frustrated hopes. As a victor, he didn't care about her criticisms and he thought he was magnanimous and waited for her to vent her anger.

"Master, do you need me to drive her out?"

Lucius didn't like the way Lovelace looked at him like a thief, so he deliberately stood up and asked Voldemort for instructions.

Voldemort shook his head and gave Lucius a "you don't understand" look.

"There's nothing to argue with someone who has missed the most precious thing. It's just an incompetent rage after failure. Let her scold me. I want to see how long she can scold me."

When Voldemort spoke, no one stopped him.

Lovelace successfully scolded her deceased husband, then Lucius and the others, and then scolded her daughter who was not on her side. She scolded them all as if they were Voldemort and vented the hatred she had accumulated for so many years.

"Master, I...I was wrong just now, please forgive me for my offense."

After scolding Lovelace, he pretended to have regained his composure and looked annoyed. He knelt down neatly and admitted his mistake. His body was restrained but he still couldn't help but tremble.

Voldemort was very satisfied with her knowledge, helped her up and said hypocritically:

"If you're scolding someone for this, you're blaming the wrong person. Lucius and the others didn't get anything. They were only chasing the Order of the Phoenix at that time. You misunderstood."

"I misunderstood?"

"If you think about your husband and wife's rebellion, who has the greatest benefit?"

Lovelace frowned in unison, looking at the aloof Voldemort in confusion.

Voldemort stroked his wand impatiently and asked again, "Where is your daughter now?"

Lovelace frowned, wondering why: "Master, I have never paid attention to her whereabouts. She looks so much like that damn man. It's disgusting to look at her."

Voldemort's words were cut off immediately, and Lucius took over with a wink.

"Master, I remember that her daughter is in Hogwarts and is in the same class as Cavendish. She often follows him. Can you tell me if this woman is pretending to join you and then help Cavendish get information."

Lovelace is now a mad dog who catches and bites anyone. When she heard that Lucius guessed the truth, she did not panic and bit Lucius back with a sullen face.

"I heard that the Malfoy family's children obey that Cavendish's words, but I don't know if the Malfoy family also obeys his words!"

Lucius's back was soaked with cold sweat almost instantly. He forced himself to calm down, "Are you trying to cover up your own purpose by hitting him with a rake?"

Lovelace's face was full of sarcasm, and he didn't take Lucius seriously at all. "The master knows who is hiding it."

"you!"

Voldemort felt that his ears were filled with the sound of their quarrels, which gave him a headache.

"enough!"

Lovelace and Lucius were both silent, and the eyes of the others who were watching the show quickly abdicated.

Voldemort's eyes wandered back and forth between Lovelace and Lucius, and the suspicion in his heart dissipated a little.

He could see that these two people really wanted to kill each other, and their resentment and anger didn't seem fake.

"What's your name?"

How could the noble Dark Lord remember the name of someone who before was just someone's wife.

Lovelace lowered his head, "Master, my name is Carol Foley."

"Okay, Carol, as long as you do the task I assigned you, I can give you what you want."

Voldemort nonchalantly painted Lovelace's pie, the threat in his words lingering.

Lovelace's eyes suddenly burst out with terrifying longing and disbelief, like a person who is about to die of thirst seeing a lush oasis.

Fearing that the oasis was a mirage, she ran over and knelt on the ground to carefully confirm Voldemort's words.

"Master, are you telling the truth?"

Voldemort was impatient with her probing and his face became colder. Nagini felt his impatience and wandered around Lovelace spitting out letters.

The hissing sound of the snake almost surrounded Lovelace's ears, and it was cold to the bones. She shrank her body in fear, but still looked at Voldemort persistently, pleading for affirmation.

Voldemort thought of the families that Artes had won over in the past few years and the families that Lovelace had quietly won over under Artes.

Thinking again that he didn't have many people under his hands now, he finally softened his expression and gently stroked Lovelace's long, silky hair, twirling the hair with his slender, cold fingers.

"Of course it's true. What's more, isn't that why you brought those people to seek refuge with me?"

Lovelace kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe again devoutly, "I am willing to serve my master."

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and looked around below.

There are not many people who are qualified to sit on this table. The twenty chairs reserved are now occupied by less than ten people. There are still too few people.

He pondered for a moment and ordered to Lovelace: "Our friends are still suffering in Azkaban. No matter what you can do, bring them back."

"They suffered for me."

Voldemort sighed hypocritically.

Lovelace lowered his head, not letting the ridicule in his eyes leak out, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Okay, master."

……

The afternoon sun shines into the house, and the dazzling light wakes up the sleeping Potions Master.

Snape opened his eyes. His brain was groggy from sleeping for too long, and he was still a little dizzy. He was stunned for a while before he finally realized that he was pressing on something, and that there was something restraining him around his waist.

"woke up?"

Asseth nodded to Lovelace in the mirror and broke the contact.

"It's almost one o'clock now."

Knowing what Snape would ask when he woke up, Artes told the time before he could ask.

"a little?"

Before Snape asked the question, he swallowed it back and changed the question to a less unpleasant way.

"Why don't you call me."

Artes knew what Snape was worried about and pulled him to tell him everything he had just received.

"There are people at Hogwarts taking our lessons."

"Dumbledore asked me for someone at Cavendish Manor. My butler was communicating with him. He had no time to pay attention to other things."

"Voldemort doesn't have time either. He has just moved into Malfoy Manor and should have just finished the meeting."

Does Voldemort even know about the meeting?

Snape stared at Artes suspiciously, wondering if he had let anyone go at Voldemort's place.

Aces smiled slyly: "Lucius told me. He said that Voldemort asked him to bring Draco to him during the holidays. I guess he wanted Draco to spy on me?"

Snape didn't believe that someone like Lucius, who valued interests so much, would remind Asseth for no reason.

Unless... Asseth provides a greater benefit, and that benefit is big enough to make Lucius, a shrewd wallflower, lose his mind and betray Voldemort.

He looked deeply at Asseth, without delving into his thoughts on the deal with Lucius.

"Lucius can't be trusted."