[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

"I entrust this task to—" Voldemort paused, looking at the Death Eaters standing in the hall.

The Death Eaters were silent, not one made a sound or moved.After all, there are not many fanatical believers like Bellatrix, and no one is willing to take the initiative to work for Voldemort.

"Lucius." After a long time, Voldemort withdrew his eyes and softly said Lucius Malfoy's name, "Slowest, I hope to see that prophecy ball within a year."

Lucius stood up without changing his face, and put on a gesture of surrender: "I will definitely not let you down."

"Yes." Voldemort responded, and said again, "Also, I will arrange a helper for you."

Lucius lowered his head and didn't make any comments.

"Mary," he said.

Mary's face was still bloodstained, her breathing was still unsteady, and her heart throbbed from time to time, but she still stood up steadily and said that she accepted the task.

"Sorry, master, I don't quite understand." Lucius said suddenly, "I don't know what role Flamel can play in this matter. She is only 15 years old, even if, as you said, she is a very A talented wizard, she will continue to stay at Hogwarts this year, I don't think she can provide me with any help."

"Of course." Voldemort did not deny, "Mary's mission was never to help you find that prophecy ball, Lucius."

"..."

"There's only one thing you have to do, Mary," said Voldemort softly. "Make sure you're there when Lucius goes to get the Prophecy Ball."

"Yes." Mary suppressed the bad premonition that suddenly rose in her heart.

After ordering a bunch of odd and small things, Voldemort waved his hand, and the Death Eaters retreated one after another.

Mary whispered to Draco, "Be careful with everything", nodded to Lucius wordlessly, brushed past Snape, and left Malfoy Manor with Ernest.

"Mary, are you okay?" When there were no other Death Eaters around, Ernest immediately supported Mary, "Can you still walk?"

"Cough!" Mary frowned and spit out a mouthful of blood foam. She screamed so hard just now that her throat was bleeding. "It's okay, just give me a hand."

With a heavy heart, the two hurried back to Lemay's house in Devonshire.

"He let you come back alive." Inside, Tom, who heard Mary and the others coming back, came out of the back room and said in a joking tone, but when he saw Mary's miserable appearance, he was also stunned.

"What did he do?" He walked quickly to the side of Mary who was slumped on the sofa. "Hey, are you okay? Are you in a normal spirit?"

"I don't think he will let me be tortured to the point of madness by the Cruciatus Curse." Mary sighed a long time, "But it's not much better, he didn't do it himself, it was Hesman Ein Zbern."

"I... I didn't expect him to strike so hard." Tom stuttered, "You know, we were one person, I thought—"

"Thought he would show mercy because of our similarities?" If there was anyone in this world that Voldemort could love, it would undoubtedly be himself.Just like Mary and Tom, although the two often quarreled because of disagreements and used all kinds of dirty tricks, they never thought of killing each other.

"You were the first to be sorted out, Tom?" Mary looked at Tom, "You didn't kill anyone yourself, did you?"

"I can do it if I want!" said Tom, as if it were a shame that he hadn't killed anyone.

"I don't doubt it," said Mary, smiling, "but you are not the same as Voldemort, Tom, even though we are the same person."

"But I believe that there is no soul movie that is more unique than you." Tom rolled his eyes, "Seriously, all the rebellion in me is probably assigned to you."

Mary was still smiling, she slowly closed her eyes, and said as if dreaming: "When there is a suitable opportunity, shall I give you a life-sized body?"

"Are you serious?" Tom opened his eyes in disbelief, but immediately lost his temper. "Based on your level, I guess I have to wait for another few decades."

Mary is not worried about Tom betraying herself and taking refuge in Voldemort, who is relatively close to his philosophy. After all, it is her, not the main soul, that is connected to Tom's soul.

This summer vacation Mary was very boring, she couldn't communicate with Draco about Voldemort, and Harry's temper was also very irritable this summer vacation, because of safety issues, he couldn't visit Mary's house, but was taken to Phoenix The headquarters of the company can only write to Mary.Although he seemed to have taken care of his words in his letters to Mary, nine out of ten letters were strongly complaining in tone.Complaining about making up the Daily Prophet, complaining about the fact that the Ministry of Magic doesn't know right from wrong, complaining about Dumbledore's refusal to see him, complaining about what everyone is hiding from him...

Mary didn't know what to say other than a few token words of comfort. She probably kept more things from Harry than everyone else combined.

Such a suffocating summer vacation has finally ushered in its end, although no one feels better that the vacation is over.

Mary held her prefect badge, hesitated for a while, but put it in her pocket instead of putting it on immediately.According to Harry, Ron and Hermione were chosen as the prefects of Gryffindor. Although he wanted to act like he was really happy for his friends, Mary was sensitive to the anger and dissatisfaction hidden in his tone. and confusion and guilt.

What would Harry think if he knew that she, Draco, Hermione, and Ron were all prefects, but he wasn't?

But Mary thinks that Harry must know. After all, Mary is one of the best students at Hogwarts in recent years, and Malfoy is the school's trustee. There is no suspense about who the Slytherin prefects will choose.

If she could, Mary would have liked to skip some prefect lectures without hesitation, but wouldn't it be cruel to leave Draco alone with Ron and Hermione?

A barking sound interrupted Mary's thoughts. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a big black dog running towards her. Before she could react, the big black dog jumped quickly Pounced, straight down—Ernest next to her.

"..." Mary looked at the scene in front of her with an inscrutable expression, ignored Ernest's eyes calling for help, and walked towards Harry and Hermione.Sister, I can only help you here.

"Shall we go find a box, then?" said Harry.

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.

"We - er - Ron and I were supposed to go to the prefects' car," said Hermione awkwardly.

"Oh," said Harry, "well, of course, Mary, we - oh, you must be a prefect too."

"Yeah, I—" Mary stopped suddenly, raised her eyebrows and looked at Ginny who was standing aside.Judging by his posture, is he planning to find a box with Harry after she leaves?

"That's useless at all, though. I'm sure another Slytherin prefect will suffice. That's it. See you later, Hermione, Ron. Let's go, Harry."

Ron and Hermione watched in astonishment as Mary took Harry's arm and turned away without hesitation.

"Mary." After dinner, Draco stopped Mary, "The prefect should send the first-year freshmen to the dormitory." Obviously, he thought that Mary would also escape this responsibility by the way.

"Of course." Mary shrugged, then turned around with a serious face, "Freshmen, this way."

She didn't speak loudly, but all the new Slytherins hurried over and stood in a line in a panic, each with a look of fear on their faces.

It couldn't be helped, most of the kids here were from Death Eater families, and although they were going to be Death Eaters if nothing else happened, not now.Except for Mary, the other Death Eaters are all adults from various pure-blood families, and Mary, as a 15-year-old girl, already has the appearance of becoming Voldemort's confidant. Other Death Eaters have to be afraid, although they are not afraid Fight Mary, but letting their children offend Mary is definitely not what they want to see.So, before leaving home, everyone tells their children - whether they are first-years or those who have been at Hogwarts for a few years - that there are three people in Slytherin not to mess with: Head Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, the only son of the Malfoy family, and Marie Flamel who appeared mysteriously.

"Also, Professor Snape asked you to go to his office later." Draco frowned, "I'm going too."

"Oh." Mary agreed.If Draco was going too, it wouldn't just be about her skipping her prefect duties on the train, Snape would have to say something else.

"Professor Snape." Mary knocked on the door, smacking her lips impatiently.

This time the door opened quickly, and Snape appeared at the door with a dark face, simply said "come in" and walked quickly back into the room.

"What do you need from me, Professor?" Mary walked into the room casually, "I'm sorry about the incident on the train, I'll pay more attention next time."

Snape snorted coldly, but didn't answer.

What is this for?Mary frowned, unless... there was a fourth person to be present?

Sure enough, after a while, a green flame lit up in Snape's fireplace, and Lucius Malfoy appeared in Snape's office, brushing off the ashes gracefully.

This is something to talk about, Mary put away her casual expression and became serious.

"Mr. Malfoy." Mary showed a standard formulaic smile, "Long time no see, how are you doing?"

"Thanks to you, everything is fine." Lucius said half-truthfully, with an impeccable smirk on his face.

Both Draco and Snape scoffed at the duo's hypocrisy.

"Then, let's get down to business." Lucius turned serious, "Miss Flamel, how did you meet the Dark Lord?"

"Well, this kind of tone really doesn't please people." Mary stretched her waist, but replied honestly, "During the first year, the Dark Lord wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Ah, yes, he's attached to Quirrell." Thinking of this now, Draco still felt disgusted.

"I knew about it a little earlier than you, so I went to find him." Mary sighed, regretting her impulse again.

"Little troll who does things without thinking." Snape snorted.

Mary said calmly, "Then, the Dark Lord condescended to meet me and agreed to let me do something for him."

Draco's expression was as if he had eaten a rotten egg: "Mary, can you stop talking like that?"

Mary glared at him: How can you let me relax and call Voldemort that bastard when the other side is unclear? !

Lucius coughed a few times to suppress his smile: "Miss Flamel, I think I can tell you that the Malfoy family doesn't completely obey the Dark Lord."

"No, you're wrong. Actually, I'm from the side of the Dark Lord." Mary said solemnly, "My task is to find those of you who dare to be disloyal to Lord Dark Lord."

"...Are you serious?" Lucius began to think about silence.

"Just kidding." Mary continued to be serious, "...do you believe it?"

"..." It's better to just silence it.

Mary said: I am playing with my heart beating!

The author has something to say: Goddess Lily Evans!