[HP] Dark Lord's pet

Ignoring his stiffness, the two slid onto the dance floor tacitly.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while, Olivia raised her eyebrows: "Severus, I've never seen you dance, I didn't expect you to dance well?"

Snape nodded slightly to thank her for the compliment, but Olivia's next words made him uncomfortable.

"You look weird, are you dissatisfied with the Christmas present I gave you this time?"

Snape paused for a moment, then cleared his mind: "No, I really like the feathers of the Soundbird."

Olivia shook her head and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you using Occlumency? What happened? Huh? About me?"

Snape spun her around with the rhythm, just as usual, he stared into her eyes: "I was just wondering why Dumbledore was so special to you—"

"Oh, really?" Olivia raised her eyebrows and noticed that the people around her seemed to be unable to hear what they were saying: "I'm also curious about this, but speaking of it, I'm even more curious about why he treats you so special."

Snape remained expressionless, and continued his question indifferently: "I asked Dumbledore why he wanted to see you, and he told me that he trusted you! Trust? Heh!" He snorted lightly.

Olivia tilted her head slightly: "Shouldn't he trust me? I studied under his nose, and I was not imprisoned in Azkaban because of his protection. Most importantly, I'm not a Death Eater , and never hurt anyone—”

The rhythm of the music suddenly became faster, and Olivia and Snape speeded up their pace tacitly. Snape's questioning voice fell like raindrops along with the climax of the music: "Trust? His trust is served on a plate." Yes, everyone claims to have his trust! But in the end, it turns out that everyone knows what is on their plate, and no one knows how big his cake is! Do you think you have his trust?!"

In the passionate music, the silver robe and the black robe are entangled, which is inexplicably ambiguous in the eyes of others.

"Are you jealous?" Olivia kept moving, her eyes closely following Snape's: "Jealous of what? Jealous of Dumbledore's trust? Or the Dark Lord's?"

The rhythm suddenly slowed down, and a sad piece of music began.Olivia's chest heaved twice unconsciously, the dance just now was too intense!She gripped Snape's hand tightly and leaned against him - Olivia sensed that he wanted to pull away.

"That's not polite." Olivia said with a cold gaze, "Let me guess, who are you working for, a double agent who is well suited to both the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix?"

Snape's face was pale, as if the tense dance just now didn't exist.

Olivia leaned closer to his ear and pressed her step by step: "How did you get Dumbledore to help you get away with it? I guess he must have seen your confession for your crimes. The death of Muggles Isn't it worth your penance? Ordinary wizards can't do it either, Dumbledore wouldn't believe it, so—"

Olivia giggled, with an innocent and bright smile, as if she had solved a difficult problem. She ignored Snape's cold, murderous gaze, and continued, "Is it that gorgeous lily of Gryffindor?"

"You guessed it." Snape said blankly, "I told him a lie I regretted, and he welcomed me with open arms—" Snape's voice faltered , looking down, staring at the hand on his chest.

Olivia squinted her eyes, listening intently, and murmured: "I heard, he was crying, he was talking about regret, despair, for that red hair, for those green eyes, for that period of hopelessness love..."

Olivia opened her eyes and smiled viciously, she stuck very close: "It's enough to lie to the Dark Lord, you think I don't know, do you really hate Potter? Then what do you do to protect him? Huh? Because he also has the same eyes as Lily?"

Snape hated the woman in his arms very much at the moment, he opened his mouth to refute, but Olivia quickly interrupted him: "But this has nothing to do with me, does it? I don't care what you want to do, yes Who! Let's make a deal, you help Arnold, and I, uh... if it ends badly, I can save Potter from dying."

Snape looked at her carefully, and Olivia looked at him equally firmly. He opened his mouth to say something, but the atmosphere between the two was suddenly interrupted.

Snape pulled her towards her and helped her avoid a pair of hands with sharp nails that were aimed straight at her face.

Olivia turned her head, frowned in disgust, and protracted her tone: "Oh, dear Bella! While Azkaban made you crazier, it also seemed to make you forget that you are a wizard. You Already completely forgot how to use a wand, have you? Why don't you let me break it for you!"

The music stopped when Bellatrix rushed out, and Olivia's clear voice made everyone around laugh.

Bellatrix glared fiercely at a group of people, her face was full of arrogance and pride, and with her messy hair, she looked even crazier.

"You shameless bastard, you betrayed the master! That bastard is the child of you and Snape! How dare you deceive the great master! I will make you pay the price!"

The sharp and piercing voice made people around feel uncomfortable, and Olivia did the same, but after hearing the content clearly, her eyes turned cold uncontrollably, and she raised her wand: "It seems that I shouldn't be soft last time... ..."

"Mom, let me come." Arnold walked over at some point and stood in front of her: "I will teach her a lesson myself!"

Bellatrix laughed wildly: "Hahahaha—a brat?!"

Arnold looked back at Olivia, telling his persistence with his eyes.Olivia hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Mrs. Lestrange, please!" Arnold took out his white wand with fine texture, and the people around him retreated tacitly to make room for them.They looked at him with scrutiny and suspicion—obviously, the news among the Death Eaters was never closed, and there were always people who had heard and speculated about his life experience more or less.

Bellatrix stood where she was and looked over defiantly.Olivia read the signal - she wanted to kill Arnold!Olivia gritted her teeth.

After they exchanged a move, Bellatrix's expression became obviously dignified, and Olivia finally breathed a sigh of relief—she was too afraid that what Arnold mastered were all gorgeous and useless tricks!You must know that every spell of Bellatrix is ​​experienced from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. She knows the cruelest and deadliest spells and movements—her reputation as a madman is not for nothing !

The wand passed through the air soundlessly, emitting a dangerous red or green light. Once back and forth, every spell was blocked by the opponent, and no one was hit.The faces of the people in the circle became serious. They were thinking about how many moves they could block if they replaced themselves.

Bellatrix seemed to have finally figured out Arnold's strength. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she sneered, "Ha—is it at this level? Boy? Didn't your father teach you something he is good at? For example That Shenfeng Wuying?"

She said a "Shenfeng Wuying" and then sent it out. People who don't know may think that this is an on-site teaching.

Arnold dodged sideways, showing a contemptuous smile: "He taught me a lot more than you can imagine!"

Bellatrix looked at Arnold suspiciously, and decided for a moment that he was just putting on a show. She shouted sharply: "It's almost there, boy, let's do it! Cruciatus!"

Arnold waved his wand, and the statue on the fountain flew over, and was shattered under the spell. Bellatrix pressed on every step of the way. Taking advantage of the powder mist, another Avada Kedavra swung over.

Olivia's heart tightened, and she waved her wand subconsciously, but Snape held it tightly. She glared angrily, and Snape just stared straight ahead, slightly lifting his chin.

Olivia looked over anxiously, and the situation of the scene had changed again.

The flat ground turned into a swamp at some point, and two thick and ominous black vines, like a devil's net, tightly entangled Bellatrix's legs and slowly extended upwards.

But the strange thing is that Bellatrix didn't fall into the swamp, her legs seemed to be integrated with the black mud, no!Instead of merging into one, her legs seemed to have been pulled out of the bones and turned into soft flesh.

Bellatrix looked down in disbelief, her face contorted, but it wasn't a good feeling to see her legs turned into a puddle, and even this continued to creep upwards, she screamed frantically.

Apparently, the bystanders felt the same way.

They looked at Arnold with awe and fear, and the young people who were further away were even trembling. No one knew when Arnold cast this black magic, but it was undoubtedly an extremely evil black magic!

Of course, Olivia didn't know how this happened, and she suspected that among all the people present, Snape might have seen a clue.

The vine stopped growing when it reached Bellatrix's thigh, but it made a sharp turn and wrapped around Bellatrix's hand, and for a moment, her wand dropped.

Bellatrix was like a man who had been cut in half and collapsed in the mud. Everyone took a step back invisibly, staying away from the black mud.

Only Rodolphs suppressed his fear and wanted to step forward to support her. He asked Arnold with piercing eyes: "How dare you!"

"Mrs. Lestrange," Arnold put away his wand with a smile, "I hope you can learn your lesson and stay away from me and my mother. I believe you don't want to experience it again, do you?"

"Oh, by the way, if you don't want to die, you have to go to the Dark Lord quickly."

Arnold walked towards Olivia, and there was some uneasiness in his indifferent expression that other people couldn't see.The people next to Olivia—except for Snape, all backed away slightly.

Olivia understood. She believed that after this time, no one would question Arnold's life experience. No matter who his father was, he was undoubtedly highly regarded by the Dark Lord for being able to master such powerful black magic.

Wanting to understand this, she grabbed Arnold's arm with a cold face, and looked directly at the hostess of the party: "Lucius, Narcissa, then goodbye!"

Without waiting for their reaction, Olivia pulled Arnold and left without looking back.

Voldemort wasn't at Star Manor.

Olivia sat on the sofa in silence for a long time, and Arnold approached her cautiously: "Mom? Are you angry?"

Olivia came back to her senses and saw the care and complacency in Arnold's eyes - maybe defeating a powerful opponent is really something to be proud of?

Olivia stroked his slightly curly black hair, staring at his slightly sharp edges and corners, she shook her head: "I'm not angry, Al, I was worried just now, but the same, I'm proud of you."

Arnold laughed, a soft smile that looked very much like Olivia.

"That's good, I thought you didn't want me to use black magic!"

"There is no difference in magic, the difference lies in the person who uses it." Olivia said lightly.

Arnold's eyes sparkled: "very rational understanding! You know, if calculated according to mana, my mana is not as strong as Bellatrix's, so I can only play some tricks! No surprises, no dangers, I knew early on I will win."

"Don't be proud." Voldemort did not know when he came back, and warned coldly.

"Okay, father." Arnold turned around and replied respectfully.

Olivia was still clenched tightly with one hand, obviously fearful, she looked straight into Voldemort's eyes: "If it's up to me, Al, I'll kill her, so there won't be any future troubles."

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, Arnold moved uncomfortably, and Voldemort suddenly burst out laughing.

"Very well, Olivia."

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