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Severus Snape still couldn't help thinking of the boy when he saw Voldemort.That was a very unique child, with a heavy pressure hidden in his elegance and stability, not like a five or six-year-old child at all.Lucius' rebellion made him very puzzled, but his friend was uncharacteristically not even giving any hints.

Is it for this child?Snape didn't think it was ridiculous.

His mind-wandering was not something Voldemort liked.

Voldemort was not unaware of his current situation.Malfoy's unexpected rebellion dealt him a big blow, and it's not an exaggeration to call his state of mind a shadow of a snake.At this moment, Severus Snape, who had a close friendship with Lucius Malfoy, was so absent-minded that he couldn't help but start to have some doubts.Looking at the crowd of purebloods who came to the banquet, Voldemort smirked.Many people whom he valued very much disappeared and went to Malfoy's banquet instead.

"Severus," he said.

Snape saluted respectfully.

"Your friend had a nice Christmas party," he said softly, "why didn't you come?"

"To be able to spend Christmas with Master..." Snape was cut off mid-sentence.

"Bella", Voldemort didn't listen to him, but called Bella Trix, who was originally the lady of the Black family, to come forward.

"Master," the woman in a black evening dress stepped forward.Like all Blacks, she had dark eyes and curly black hair.She is in the most beautiful time of any woman's life.The forehead is smooth, the eyes are clear and energetic, and the ten fingers are slender and delicate.Although that overly fanatical look destroyed her proper dignified demeanor as a lady, it added a touch of secretive and bloody charm.She possesses an eye-catching presence.

"Why do you think Severus didn't attend?" Voldemort asked.

Bella followed Voldemort's hint without hesitation and said, "Because he betrayed his master, he has a guilty conscience."

Snape had to kneel down to show his loyalty to Voldemort.Yet his words clearly did not completely satisfy Voldemort.Amidst all the pure-blood ecstasy, true or false, he was hit with a Cruciatus Curse.

Trying his best to suppress the screams, Snape maintained his dignity and refused to lose control of his body.He supported his body with trembling and weak legs, his head was covered with cold sweat, and there was a short murmur of suffocating air from his throat.At the Dark Lord's signal, Bella drew out her wand and joined.

A second, malevolent magic wrought more pain in him.He finally uttered intermittent screams, and began to support his upper body with his arms. Finally, he was completely exhausted from the torture, and his upper body limply lay on the ground, his arms were unnaturally pressed under his shoulders, and his sweat-soaked forehead hair stuck to his skin. , cheek against the soft plush carpet.

In a trance, he heard the whispers of the purebloods.

The conversation between Slytherin, Gryffindor and Malfoy was drawing to a close.

They were discussing Slytherin's itinerary in the Muggle world.Slytherin decided to live in Muggle London for a while.He thought he needed to really understand Muggle life.Gryffindor intends to go with him.

It was early in the morning after the banquet was over, and after discussing and finalizing various details, Malfoy was already showing signs of fatigue.Slytherin couldn't even keep his eyes open when he came back from the business.So Malfoy bid farewell to leave after taking note of a few precautions.

"Salazar", Gryffindor looked amusedly at Slytherin resting his chin on his right arm, planning to leave Slytherin's room and go back to his own bed next door, "I'm going back to sleep."

"No, Godric," Slytherin stood up, "Godric, I won't leave you alone," Slytherin raised his eyebrows with a warning, and then said, "I don't want you Go crazy when I don't notice, and in the Muggle world, I have to stay in my sight at all times."

He cast the Locking Charm in an unquestionable tone.Gryffindor was reminded by him that he realized that if he left Slytherin alone in the house, it might lead to accidents - in case the cause of Slytherin's memory loss was some unhealed injury.

So he raised no objection.He waited for the Slytherins to enter the bathroom to start their bath, and called the elves to bring him pajamas.They washed alternately and threw back the duvet together to lie down.

When Slytherin was almost asleep, he still couldn't fall asleep.Such an intimate and gentle relationship brought endless embarrassment and endless pain in the heart.Slytherin kept shrunk towards him in fear of the cold, and finally nestled in his arms, with his head resting on his chest, his whole body buried in the blanket, only a little silvery hair sticking out.

Slytherin's actions made Gryffindor's heart ache.He was now certain that it was Slytherin who murdered him.But the mistakes he made were more terrible than his.The complicated thoughts overwhelmed him, and finally he forcibly cleared his mind, turned inward and put his arms around Slytherin's shoulders, and fell asleep in the thin twilight.

Not long after Gryffindor had just fallen asleep, the elf quietly appeared on the bedside and woke up Slytherin.

"Mr. Severus Snape has just arrived at the Manor and is in a bad condition."

Slytherin didn't open his eyes immediately, but sat up quietly, re-tucked Gryffindor and left the bed.After drawing the curtains and casting a silencing spell, he went into the bathroom to tidy up, changed his clothes, and followed the elf who led the way into a guest room.

"Your Excellency," Lucius Malfoy came forward.

"How is Mr. Snape now?" Slytherin asked calmly.

"He hasn't woken up yet, and the Cruciatus Curse has been abused," Malfoy replied.

"Not surprising to my descendant," said Slytherin curtly, before stepping over to the bedside and looking at Snape.

He looked really weak in bed.

"Your Excellency, please think again about him," Malfoy said cautiously, "Severus is indeed very talented in potions."

"Let's talk when he wakes up," Slytherin said with a sarcastic smile on his brow, "if he can wake up."