[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"Nonsense!" Mary slammed the table, even Camille in the portrait couldn't help shivering, shaking her fan embarrassingly to cover up her gaffe.

"What are you going to do? I agree with you to stay in England and that is a concession! Don't push yourself too far, Ernest Flamel!"

"..." Ernest bowed his head in silence, but there was no sign of changing his mind.

"What do you think you can help me with your magic that I can't bear to look at? Do you think Voldemort will show mercy to you because you are a werewolf or because you are my brother? What kind of stuff? I wouldn't be surprised if you died within a week! Don't tell me that you can protect yourself so that I don't have to worry about such nonsense, you will only add trouble to me if you go."

Ernest smiled bitterly: "Then what do you want me to do? Let you fight that guy alone?"

"I told you that you can't help!"

"That's just what you think." Ernest interrupted Mary's words, "Your knowledge of my strength has never been limited to magic, Mary, I admit that I have little magic power, but that doesn't mean I can't make up for it elsewhere."

"Ah, yes, your physical fitness is very good." Mary waved her hand impatiently, "But you plan to fight hand-to-hand with a group of wizards? Don't be kidding."

"I'm not kidding, it's easy for me to avoid those spells." Ernest walked up to Mary and looked down at her.Mary's height is considered tall among girls, but Ernest is still more than half a head taller than her even though she is a year younger, not to mention that Mary is sitting now.

The huge height difference made Mary want to stand up uncomfortably, Ernest put his hand on her head to stop her movement, "Pay attention to me occasionally, there are still many things about me that you don't understand .”

"..." Mary gritted her teeth, "You bastard, where do you put your hands?! It's not big or small!"

In the end, Mary still couldn't win Ernest, this guy was terrifyingly stubborn, why was he as stubborn as a dog when he was clearly a werewolf?

"Stay behind me after going in for a while, and don't talk unless he asks you. Remember, be respectful." Mary whispered uneasy.

Ernest nodded silently, which was unexpectedly calm for Mary.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked softly, and before Mary could answer, he led them into Malfoy Manor quickly. It was only less than a month before the end of fourth grade. Draco's The cheeks are obviously thinner than before.

They quickly passed through the luxuriously decorated foyer, and came to a wooden door with a bronze handle. Draco took a deep breath and reached out to open the door.

The room was covered with a thick carpet. From the marks on the carpet, Mary deduced that a long table and many chairs had once been placed here, but now the place was empty, and all the original furniture had been piled up against the walls. People wearing black hoods stood on both sides of the room, and they turned their heads to look at the door at the same moment. Draco frowned uncomfortably, bent down and said "Master", and then retreated while maintaining a bowing posture. To Lucius.

Mary and Ernest seemed to completely ignore this uncomfortable scrutiny. They lowered their heads and walked towards Voldemort who was sitting at the end of the room. At a distance of four or five meters, Mary knelt down and continued to walk towards Voldemort. Walking over to Voldemort, Ernest paused, then knelt down like Mary.

"Master." Mary came to Voldemort, humbly bent down and kissed his robe, "I am very sorry for my lateness, please forgive me."

How proud Mary was at Hogwarts, Draco closed his eyes in pain, and lowered his head not to look at the present picture.

Voldemort didn't respond to Mary's words, he looked over Mary to Ernest behind her. "Who is this?"

"He's Ernie—"

"I don't seem to be asking you." Voldemort lazily interrupted Mary. Mary froze, and immediately bent down to make a gesture of confession.

"My name is Ernest Jesso," Ernest replied.

"Jesso?" Voldemort repeated, "I've never heard of this surname. What's your relationship with Flamel?"

"I'm not a native British wizard, I'm from Italy." Ernest replied, "Three years ago, my parents and I came to England for vacation, but we were attacked by werewolves, and my parents have disappeared since then. Mary took me in."

Even among the Death Eaters, werewolves were not a popular character, and Mary could feel the malicious stares from the Death Eaters, but she was powerless to stop them, not even to stare back.On the other hand, although Ernest's status as a werewolf will be discriminated against, it is also an invisible protective cover: few people are willing to provoke werewolves.

Voldemort thought that Ernest was a pure-blood wizard from England, so he didn't pursue the matter further, and turned his attention back to Mary.

"Why did you come back, Flamel?" Voldemort asked softly.

Mary remained silent, explaining to herself before Voldemort's anger subsided was not a good decision.

"Three years ago, you swore your allegiance to me" - Draco glanced up at Mary quickly - "you were only in the first grade then, but no doubt you have a good idea of ​​what I mean , but still very young, but in just two more years, you will become my best believer."

Voldemort didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, so Mary could only smile wryly in her heart.

"You have done a remarkable job in everything I entrusted to you. I once thought that my plan would succeed, but it failed." Voldemort's tone became low, and the Death Eaters around him briefly commotioned, "Of course, I Can't blame you for the mistake of failure. Harry Potter, he ruined my plan again."

Mary was unresponsive, like a stone that couldn't speak or move.

"I was too weak three years ago to mark you with the Dark Mark, so I can forgive you for not coming to me after my resurrection, but some of us have told me that your current identity—" Voldemort Those cold eyes looked at Mary, and stretched out those spider-like hands that Ron would definitely not be able to stop shaking when he saw it, and raised Mary's chin, "Potter's girlfriend?"

"I can explain, master, I—" Mary wanted to explain in a panic, but only she knew whether she was really flustered or just pretending.

"Of course you can explain, but that's before you pay the price for what you did." Voldemort said coldly, with a wave of his wand, Mary stood up uncontrollably and walked in front of Ernest .

"As for how you will be punished for this, let Jesso decide."

"..." The room fell into dead silence for a moment, and Ernest was caught in a dilemma - Voldemort would not be satisfied if the punishment was too light, but it was impossible for him to cast a curse on Mary.

"Sorry, master, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete this task," Ernest said.

The Death Eaters grinned gleefully under their hoods.Some of these people were also forced by Voldemort to cast curses on their relatives, but no one dared to refuse. If you let Voldemort do it yourself, you might as well do it yourself, and your loyalty will also be questioned. Voldemort needs a lunatic who can give everything for him , not a normal person who refuses to give up even his relatives.

"It's not that I want to resist your order, it's just that the fluorescent light is flashing." Ernest took out his wand and chanted a spell. The head of the magic wand did indeed light up, but the light was very weak, and it went out after only a few tens of seconds. , "My magic power is too weak, I'm afraid I can't achieve the result you are satisfied with."

The eyes of the Death Eaters around were no longer discriminatory, but naked contempt and contempt.

"Oh?" Voldemort sat up straight in surprise, and cast a series of complicated spells on Ernest, "Indeed, the magic power is very little." There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and he waved his hand to let Ernest drop.He wouldn't kill Ernest or reject him as a Death Eater just because of his weak magic power. After all, Ernest was a werewolf, even without magic power he still had a certain fighting power.

"So, who wants to go on this mission?" he asked.

There was a whisper, and it seemed that many Death Eaters were interested in torturing Mary.

"Let me do it, Master." When those people were uncertain about the Dark Lord's mind and whether they should stand up, Snape stepped forward, "I have already endured this arrogance at school because of Dumbledore I have been a girl for a long time, please entrust this task to me."

Voldemort looked at Snape with great interest, then at Mary, and said, "No, Severus, step back." He raised his chin towards a silent figure in the corner, "Einzbe Ren, come here."

Both Draco and Ernest turned pale.

Hessman came out of the darkness, took off his hood and looked at Mary. His eyes were full of excitement, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained, showing a ferocious smile.

Mary still had a calm face, not because she was so fearless in the face of danger, but because she was under the control of her whole body at the moment, it was impossible for her to even move her muscles to show a frightened expression.

"Thank you, master, thank you..." Hirschman muttered to himself.Mary frowned in her heart, even if there was a feud between them, she wouldn't be able to retaliate, so she was so excited, right?It can only be said that the members of the Einzbern family are all perverts.

Before she could finish complaining in her heart, Hessman could not wait to point the wand at her: "Cruciate! Cruciate! Cruciate!!"

The moment the Cruciatus Curse hit Mary, Voldemort let go of his grip on Mary, and Mary collapsed on the ground, convulsing violently because of the severe pain. She didn't want to show weakness in front of Hessman, that would be too embarrassing , although three consecutive Cruciatus Curse made her feel so painful that she even hit the wall, but with superman's self-esteem and willpower, it is not impossible to bite her lips and not scream, but Mary does not feel that Voldemort punished her. The original intention was to see her holding on to her martyr spirit without begging for mercy.

“啊！！啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！”撕心裂肺的尖叫声在房间里回荡着，玛丽蜷缩在地毯上翻滚着，手指死死揪住上面的毛皮，指甲都裂开Got a few.

Draco turned around and covered his mouth, retching uncontrollably.

"All right, Hirschman." Voldemort waved his wand joyfully, stopping the torture. "Now, what do you have to explain, Mary?"

"..." Mary panted violently, sat up slowly, her face was covered with tears and blood, and she was extremely embarrassed.

After wiping her face, Mary calmed down for a while before she spoke, "You know, the reason I found you and joined the Death Eaters was to kill Harry Potter. You failed because of some mistakes three years ago. I can't be sure of your life or death, and I don't know where you are, but I don't want to give up my goal because of this."

"I have always maintained a superficial friendship with Potter. Although I can't really do it because of Dumbledore's relationship, I think it will be more conducive to my preparation to have a closer relationship with Potter. At the same time, Potter is also Dumbledore. The savior that Lido believes in and is cultivating, there are many things that others don't know, maybe Dumbledore will tell Potter, so that I can also get some information about Dumbledore." Mary said without blinking, "So Potter confessed I agreed at the time, so that he can let go of his guard against me even more."

"The authenticity is open to question, and others are barely acceptable." Voldemort replied, "That is to say, Harry Potter trusts you unconditionally?"

"I think so." Mary said hesitantly, "You... do you want me to lure him out?"

"Maybe one day, but not now," replied Voldemort. "That's why I've called you here today, folks, because I consider Harry Potter my sworn enemy..."

Voldemort balabala said a lot, to the effect that he heard a prophecy 15 years ago. The prophecy said that he had a mortal enemy, Harry Potter, but Voldemort didn't know that prophecy completely. After a series of reasons After the failure caused by Harry, Voldemort decided to slow down, find the prophecy ball first, and understand the content of the prophecy ball before making plans.

In that case, at least Harry's life is not in danger until the Prophecy Ball is found, Mary thought.

The author has something to say: Severus Snape...Professor, does your Lily know that you are so soft?