HP: Embrace the Darkness

Although Mrs. Lovelace was restrained, she still noticed from the corner of her eye that Snape, who was underground, tightened his hold on the black robe when she said Muller.

Now Mrs. Lovelace was even more certain that Artes and Snape were somehow connected.

Since there is a relationship, it is obvious who the sudden advance action is for.

Mrs. Lovelace's face still showed her obsession with immortality, and she was also a little overwhelmed by Voldemort's denial, and she tried to hide what was in her heart.

"Master, you don't know. Muller Auction is the maternal family of the current Cavendish family. It is famous for its alchemy and auctions in Germany. The quality of the alchemy tools they produce has always been guaranteed. This time, since they can spread this News, that means there is a certain possibility..."

Mrs. Lovelace studied Voldemort's expression, her voice became softer and softer, and her tone became more and more excited.

"Maybe that's another of Nico's Philosopher's Stones."

Voldemort removed the wand that was restraining Mrs. Lovelace, and the cold wand turned in his hand.

"Tell me, Carol, if this news does not satisfy me, then you will take Severus' place and carry out his punishment."

Voldemort's voice was more sinister than the giant snake swimming on the ground, but Mrs. Lovelace was not frightened by it. Instead, she became even more excited.

"When people from Muller Auction House were transporting the auction items today, the transporter temporarily defected and took away the auction items. Finally, the Cavendish Manor sent people to snatch the auction items back in Knockturn Alley. Therefore, This mysterious auction item became well known."

"So... it's at Cavendish Manor?"

Voldemort fiddled with the wand in his hand and pointed it at Snape, who was lying on the ground.

"Severus, I heard that Cavendish was once your student and now works with you?"

The gap just now was enough for Snape to catch his breath. He got up stiffly and lay at Voldemort's feet again, with his head lowered.

"Yes Master."

"Arces Cavendish, it was him that day...is that his name?"

Hearing Arthas' name from Voldemort was far more painful than Snape had imagined.

He controlled the expression on his face without leaving any trace, making himself look humble and respectful.

"Yes Master."

Voldemort was silent. He leaned back in his chair and wondered what he was thinking. The wand in his hand was shaking, and the tip of the wand was still facing Snape.

Silence spreads like death.

"Hmph, that bitch is also your student, Professor Snape, should I call you that?"

Mrs. Lovelace disdainfully looked at Snape, who was even lower than her, and spoke with disdain.

Voldemort glanced at her and then looked away, paying no attention to her. Perhaps it was his pleasure to watch Lovelace humiliate Snape.

This was the first time Snape met Mrs. Lovelace and he couldn't figure out her details. Now he was in front of Voldemort and he couldn't show his disgust.

Because Mrs. Lovelace had the tacit approval of Voldemort, she was his representative. If Snape dared to show his disgust, Voldemort would dare to continue to give him the Cruciatus Curse.

"I wonder who you are talking about? This lady." Snape replied carefully.

"What's that bitch's name? It seems like..."

Mrs. Lovelace narrowed her eyes.

"By the way, her name is Elise, which was given to her by her stupid father."

Elise?

Snape thought of the figure who often followed Arthur when he was in school.

"Yes, she is a Slytherin student."

"A fool like her can actually go to Slytherin. It seems that under your leadership, Slytherin has fallen into disrepair."

"Okay, Carol, you can't blame Severus for this. It's just Dumbledore who is biased."

Voldemort finally ended his silence, seeming to be kind enough to come to Snape's rescue.

"But he also has a certain responsibility. In this case... it's so heartbreaking."

The extremely calm voice leaps a little crazy.

The red light fell on Snape. He gritted his teeth, but was unable to support his body and fell to the ground again.

"Are you satisfied with this? Carol."

Voldemort's eyes slowly moved to Mrs. Lovelace's hand, and he tapped the wand.

"But why do you speak without my permission? Carol, you have let me down. Then come a little punishment...a heartbreaking blow."

The same light came from Voldemort's wand and struck Mrs. Lovelace.

Mrs. Lovelace's body swayed, but she managed to hold on without falling. Only the cold sweat on her forehead and pale lips proved that she was not as relaxed as she looked.

After punishing the two of them one by one, Voldemort was obviously in a much better mood.

"Carol, tell them to get ready. I want to see what the auction item is."

What this means... is to go to Cavendish Manor to snatch the key to eternal life.

Snape's confused brain took a step slowly to understand what Voldemort meant. He opened his lips slightly, trying to delay time.

Mrs. Lovelace had suffered several fewer Cruciatus Curses than he had, and her reflexes were quicker now.

"Okay, master."

Voldemort stroked Mrs. Lovelace's cheek with satisfaction, "Carroll, if you do this well enough, I will not be stingy with your reward."

Mrs. Lovelace's heart showed no fluctuation, but her face showed violent surprise and madness.

"I promise you, my lord."

"That's good, I want to believe you. As for you - Severus, it's a pity that our time has been taken up, but I will get the answer I want, right?"

Lady Lovelace exited the chamber, and Voldemort turned his attention to Snape.

Snape bowed his head respectfully.

"Yes, my master."

……

In the awe-inspiring night, the silent Cavendish Manor welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

Butler Joel and Raven, who had been well prepared, appeared at the gate of the manor and looked coldly at the enemies who wanted to break through the manor's defensive magic patterns and magic circles.

Joel was a ruthless man who was used to being violent but silent, so he gave Gavin a wink.

Gavin chuckled.

Led by him, the Ravens walked towards the door in a carefree manner, not paying attention to the enemy at all, and still greeting them with dirty words.

"Tsk, you can't even get through the door, and you still want to come and snatch our young master's things? Isn't this just an idiot's dream?"

"That's right, if I remember correctly, this is already the third batch, right?"

"It's the third batch. The first two batches were so shameless. They ran away in despair after trying but couldn't get in. I don't know why this batch is so thick-skinned."

"How can you come here to grab things if you are not thick-skinned, and I won't touch your pig brain."

Gavin slapped the person who spoke in front of him on the head, but for everyone who had been struggling for so long without opening the door of the manor, the slap was more like a slap on their face, with a crackling sound.