HP: Embrace the Darkness

Voldemort nodded lightly, "If you have any needs, please contact Lucius. He will arrange everything."

Lucius wanted to curse, but he couldn't defeat Voldemort, and most likely he couldn't defeat the evil-looking snake. No matter how much he wanted to curse, he had to endure it.

The platinum head lowered in humiliation and said respectfully: "As you command, my master."

After settling down Halbo, Voldemort held his head and thought about the information revealed by Halbo.

The Death Eaters below did not understand Voldemort's sudden silence and did not dare to speak out at will.

I can only pray silently in my heart that this uncertain master will not suddenly attack.

The scene suddenly fell into deathly silence, and fear gradually spread.

Snape held his breath and carefully observed Voldemort with his peripheral vision.

Voldemort, who was no longer mad, could vaguely see the demeanor of the Dark Lord who once overwhelmed the British wizarding community in his movements.

The powerful, scornful Dark Lord.

Even though he had gone against Voldemort, Snape could not deny that the former Dark Lord was beyond his reach.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk"

Regular tapping sounds struck everyone's heart. Bella, who had just been liberated not long ago, couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth nervously in such a depressing atmosphere.

"Master." She called respectfully and enthusiastically.

Voldemort seemed to have just realized that there were other people here. He slowly raised his head and looked at Snape.

"Severus stays, the others leave."

Lucius glanced at Snape vaguely and worriedly. Halpo, who disliked his intrusion, slapped his tail hard and drove him to the door.

"Hiss, hiss -"

Lucius was no longer in the mood to worry about Snape.

He felt that he had more to worry about. Voldemort could at least talk, and he had to go with a snake that couldn't talk, and he had to arrange a room for the snake.

For a moment, Lucius didn't know whether it was more miserable for him, who had to look down upon his family property, or for Snape, who had to face Voldemort alone.

Maybe it's all quite miserable.

Lucius was haunted by sadness, and he wiped away his tears sadly, and worked diligently to find a way for Haierbo.

After everyone left, Voldemort was in a daze, twirling his wand with his fingers and looking thoughtful, completely forgetting about Snape who was still waiting.

After an unknown amount of time, Snape heard a cold voice coming from above.

"Severus, it's been so long. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer. Otherwise, I don't know how to punish you?"

Snape recalled Voldemort's order and calmly took out a piece of parchment.

"As expected, Master."

Voldemort waved his wand, floated the parchment to his hand, and flipped through it, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

"How did you get it?" he asked.

Snape said the words he had prepared long ago: "The current professor of alchemy is Cavendish's subordinate, and he is not very vigilant."

"Very good." Voldemort praised without hesitation, and when he looked at Snape again, there was a strange light in his eyes, "Severus, from what I know about you, you are still alone now, right? "

Snape's fingers hanging in his black robe twitched. Why did Voldemort suddenly care about his love life? Did he discover something or...

After thinking to no avail, Snape still maintained a calm face and said respectfully: "Yes, Master."

"That's not possible. You are my most capable assistant. How can you be without someone to accompany you?"

Snape's heart skipped a beat, almost thinking that Voldemort already knew about Artes' existence, but soon he realized that this was impossible.

The intersection between the two was concentrated at Hogwarts. Even at Hogwarts, they were at odds with each other in the eyes of others, and it was impossible for Voldemort not to know.

Snape forced himself to think calmly.

Something was wrong with Voldemort tonight.

Not like the violent Voldemort after his resurrection, but more like the original Dark Lord.

Once this idea appeared, it lingered in Snape's mind.

Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood and did not pursue Snape's silence. He just knocked on the table and pressed his wand against Snape's shoulder meaningfully.

"Do you still remember that mudblood? That is my enemy, Severus, you should know very well, including Harry Potter."

Snape bowed his head in obedience, keeping himself in a low posture of surrender, "Yes, Master, I know very well that he is your enemy and also my enemy."

Voldemort didn't know whether he believed it or not. He looked at Snape with interest, "Then if I choose a wife for you, will you marry her?"

Snape's head was buzzing, and he could barely maintain his calm expression.

He was now just glad that he had kept his head down before that, so Voldemort didn't notice his helplessness.

"Aren't you willing? Severus." Voldemort's voice was already somewhat unhappy.

Years of habit made Snape subconsciously use Occlumency to suppress all his emotions. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Everything is as you wish, Master."

Corridor of Malfoy Manor.

One person and one snake selected rooms one by one.

Haierbo followed Lucius, hissing the letter in a playful manner, his eyes widened, admiring Lucius' stiff walking posture from all directions.

Lucius was desperate. He never imagined that a snake could be so picky. After looking at more than ten rooms, he was still not satisfied and had to go to the back.

Now he is sure that he is worse off.

Although Voldemort has a volatile temper, he can at least communicate.

Unlike this snake, it doesn't say anything and just stares at you with cold and bloodthirsty eyes to express its dissatisfaction.

He also has to work hard to guess what it means. If he guesses incorrectly, he will be whipped.

Thinking of this, Lucius touched his calf distressedly. The snake's tail was made of who knows what, and it really hurt.

Haierbo suddenly stopped.

When he didn't hear the hissing sound and followed him, Lucius thought he was discovered by cursing in his mind, so he immediately turned back and cautiously raised his guard.

If he can't fight back, can't he hide?

Haierbo smelled the smell in the room carefully and smelled something familiar. He raised his head to Lucius with satisfaction and nodded.

This is it.

Lucius felt relieved when he noticed that he was cursing snakes. He quickly opened the door and let Herbo in.

It was only after opening it that Lucius discovered that this was the guest room where Artes usually stayed at Malfoy Manor.

The layout is the same as other guest rooms, except that some decorations have been removed, making it look more primitive.

It turns out this snake likes unpretentious style.

Having consciously mastered Haierbo's preferences, Lucius felt confident in dealing with Haierbo's various requirements.

Halbo looked around the room and stopped moving in front of the bed. Lucius understood and took a step forward to point to the bed, "The bed here will be replaced by an elf."