38 years of past events

There was less than a week before the start of Hogwarts, and Draco lived in anxiety and anxiety almost every day.He once worriedly asked me how it felt to kill someone.

"Feel? That's the time for a glass of whiskey. From the moment your spell passes through his body, you will know that every time you kill an enemy, you will be stronger than him!"

"Strong? How can I be stronger than Dumbledore? How can I do something that even Harry Potter can't admit." He had no confidence in himself, and then asked me, "What does it feel like to die?" ?”

"That's a really bad thing. You'll only know when your enemy kills you."

"Really? Randolph, which one do you think I am..."

"I'm dead, how sad my mother must be, I really hope that someone will use the forgetting spell on her..." His voice became very low at the back, more like talking to himself.

Of course, there were some small changes in those few days, or it could be said that the development of the situation was aggravated.

The reason is that we had a bad nose at the Ministry of Magic, and they refused our cooperation.Especially the newly appointed Rufus Scrimgeour, compared to Fudge, who had done nothing before, his attitude was very tough. Of course, what made his father most angry was that he blocked all resources, especially those opium smuggled from Germany. coffee, it has great value to us.

"Bang! Bang!" The murals on the wall were swept away by the spell and smashed to pieces on the ground. The portraits carefully hid in the corner for a while, and the long fir table was also broken at the side and a few strands rose burnt smoke.But his anger didn't dissipate with the cessation of the spell, and there was still a strong sense of danger and rage in the air.

"A traitor has appeared among us! I know it well."

As the father paced repeatedly, everyone present lowered their heads, even breathing became more careful.

"The traitor, he surrendered to the Ministry of Magic, he betrayed us, oh, how stupid!"

"Now, who of you still knows about Yingka, eh?"

His gaze swept over everyone present, from Mulciber, Bellatris, Lestrange, Evira, Snape... to Draco, everyone was terrified.

"Master...Master...I know...it's Igor Karkaroff, he's gone." It was Mulciber who spoke.

"This name is so familiar..." He tilted his head, his red eyes half-closed.

"Headmaster of Durmstrang," I reminded him, and it reminded me of the man, "He was a Death Eater who fled to the North after your defeat to escape the Ministry of Magic. I heard later that he was doing well and became the headmaster in Durmstrang, and the last time he returned was on the day of the resurrection, because of the Dark Mark, but I clearly remember that he was late that day."

"Without doing anything, hiding in the crowd, so inconspicuous, he is a born good spy." Snape also agreed.

"Since you have discovered such a scum, why don't you get rid of him!"

"Honestly, I've always thought he wasn't that brave, but it was unexpected," Snape said.

"Master! Get rid of him! I request to get rid of him, along with that idiot Rufus Scrimgeour from the Ministry of Magic." Bella looked very excited.

"Come on, Bella, I know he posted a picture of you wanted outside the gate of the Ministry of Magic, but your revenge method can easily cause us trouble, and a minister died, do you think they are all fools? ?” Evira said sarcastically.

"Evira, what do you mean! I did this for the master! For my loyalty! You cowardly worm."

"Quiet!" my father yelled.

"Randolph, you go with Snape, and Evira, wherever he is, he must be killed for me! I don't want to hear the name Igor Karkaroff again, not at all! "

"understand!"

"As for that guy Rufus, I'm going to let Fenrir tear him apart sooner or later, and he'll definitely pay for his stupidity!"

After Rufus came to power, his tough wrist was praised by the majority of wizards for a while, and some young wizards have even begun to think that they are no longer afraid of Death Eaters in their blood and impulsiveness. This is actually a very important thing. It's ridiculous, even if the entire British peninsula is full of our wanted posters, they still can't stop our actions, especially a crazy saboteur like Bellatris.

"I feel him, he should be around here, how about you?" Evira asked.

I stroked the mark on my arm and looked towards the north direction: "There is nothing wrong with this direction, keep going!"

At last we found the traitor in a log cabin, north of the border with England.Wrapped tightly in his leather jacket, he tried to continue fleeing, but of course no one would give him this chance at this moment.

We knocked down the gate, Evira took his wand and subdued him, and Snape was about to finish him himself.

"Wait, let me do it." I stopped them.

"What do you want?" said Snape. "The Dark Lord's order is to kill him, and we should not hesitate."

"Of course I know this, but now, I want to see what value he can bring us." I walked up to Igor Karkarov, squatted down and looked into his eyes, "tell Me, why did you betray the Dark Lord."

"No, I haven't, please trust my loyalty."

"Since there is no such thing, why did you run away? Why did the Ministry of Magic know about Yingka!"

"I didn't do that. There are traitors between us, but it's definitely not me. I was wronged. Someone is going to kill me. I can't stay there."

"You're talking nonsense!" Snape scolded him, "You've been late since the first day you came back, your loyalty has been shaken, and if you weren't forced by the Dark Mark, you wouldn't have come back at all!"

"I admit that I was late that day because I was afraid of being punished by the Dark Lord, but I swear, since then, I have never wavered again, I swear to Merlin!"

"Okay, okay, since you said you were not the traitor, then tell me who betrayed us." I stared at him and asked.

"Yes... yes..." His eyes wandered around, swallowing, hesitating and unable to speak out.

"Who is it? Don't challenge my patience!" I grabbed his collar and forced his eyes to look at me.

"No...can't, although I found him... how much I want to say it, but I'm afraid no one will believe it..."

"Then you tell me and see if I believe it, maybe I can really let you go, if you are not a traitor."

Igor Karkaroff hesitated. After a while, he finally lowered his neck, approached me, and whispered in my ear, "I can tell you, but you have to make sure you really let me go."

I nodded slightly.

Then, his voice became very small, and he whispered in his ear: "That person, he is among us, in fact, he, he is..."

"Enough, Karkaroff, stop your nonsense, Avad!"

The next second, Karkaroff fell vertically. After Snape's spell was fired, I didn't even have time to hear what the last word he was going to tell me was.

"Bastard! What are you doing!" I pointed my wand at Snape angrily.

He told me very calmly, "I'm doing what the Dark Lord asked me to do."

"You killed him, just when he was about to give us a very important piece of information!"

"A traitor's nonsense, you actually take it seriously? Evira, do you think you will take it seriously?" He turned his head and smiled at Evira.

"I..." Evira looked at us awkwardly, "Actually, actually, I don't think Karkaroff is necessarily reliable, Randolph."

"Whether Karkaroff is reliable or not is irrelevant now, I want to know more about your reliability, Severus Snape!"

"I know you have always had a prejudice against me, and you doubt me."

"Of course, especially just now, you can let him finish talking before killing him, but you can't wait!"

"That's because we are short on time, and I still count on returning to Hogwarts. At least your father doesn't want my identity to be exposed now."

"Of course, double agent, maybe you still enjoy this process."

"Whatever you say." He ignored me and walked out the door, "Do you need to deal with it here? Of course, Evira, you are better at such things."

"Oh no, it's been a long time since I've done anything like set fires, and that's fine if I say so, we'll just leave a mark."

"Snape, it's not that Karkaroff didn't tell me anything, the moment he fell down, so you'd better hide yourself better from now on."

At the door, Snape's figure paused, but only for a moment, he left there.

"Let's go back too, Randolph." Evila also turned into a puff of black smoke and flew into the air.

But when I was about to leave, I heard something outside.

someone is coming!

"Dad, I want to see it too."

"No, good girl, stay in the car quietly. If your mother knows that I brought you here, I will be screwed."

From the window I saw the fat man, Weasley Ron's father, a poor pure-blood family, a minor civil servant in the Ministry of Magic.

And of course there's one more, if I'm not mistaken, that's Ginny.

Now Weasley and another Ministry agent were cleaning up the scene.

"Oh, Merlin! Another one died! What incident is this?"

"If you don't count the one in Diagon Alley, it's the fourth accident of the week."

"Are you saying they did it all?"

"Who? Who are you referring to, Arthur?"

"Okay, you know, it's them, Mark, understand?"

"Oh yes, I understand."

"Okay, let's ask the Ministry of Magic to support more people. We need more help to clean up the scene."

At this time, Ginny got out of the car, not far away, I quietly called her: "Ginny!"

"Riddle?" She looked at me in surprise.

"Hush! Keep your voice down, your father wouldn't like to see me here."

"You... why are you here? Oh, well, I shouldn't have asked, that must be what you guys did, right?"

"My little Ginny has grown up and is still so smart." I smiled at her.

"Smart? This is cruel. My cleverness is that I guessed that you were killing people."

"No, no, I didn't do that. Well, I admit that I am indeed not a good person, but who made me the son of that person? I have no choice. Besides, I really didn't kill Karkaroff today. .”

"That must have something to do with you, too."

"Of course, but in comparison, I think you will be more interested in who killed him."

"Who? Who did it?"

"Snape! Severus Snape, believe it?"

As soon as I finished speaking, her eyes widened, as if it was something unbelievable: "Why... how... how is this possible..."

"Why not? Snape has always been one of us."

"You mean, he's a Death Eater like you!"

"And the most loyal Death Eater," I added to her.

"This...is unbelievable, Merlin!" She looked at me as if hoping that I could refute this fact again, "But, but, didn't he still teach Harry Occlumency?"

"He's going to teach Harry Occlumency!"

"Oh, Merlin..." She suddenly realized that she said something she shouldn't have said, and quickly covered her mouth in remorse.

"Dear good Ginny, where did you get this news?"

"No... Riddle, I can't tell you."

"Okay, okay, let me guess, um... You, must have overheard their conversation, right? Also, you are very reconciled, because they all joined the Order of the Phoenix, but your mother always thinks You were too young to refuse your participation, and then... oh, interesting, you actually miss me a lot, don't you, um...what else?"

"Enough, Riddle, you peek at my memory, you always use Legilimency on me."

"Good Ginny, I just don't want to embarrass you. I use Legilimency, so that doesn't count as you telling me. You didn't betray Harry by doing that, did you?"

"But anyway, it's true that you got solid information from me, and if, if you happen to use it to hurt Harry, then...it's all my fault."

"My dear Ginny, you think so badly of me, why do you always think I'm going to tell my father everything, you see I never tell anyone we met, it's like firing the Dark Mark World Cup night."

She was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

"Ginny, we're friends, aren't we? You should trust me."

"Should I trust you, Riddle?" She looked into my eyes hesitantly.

"Believe me, Ginny, I'm not as bad as you think."

"But, you are still a Death Eater, you are always different from us, you are still his son." She looked at me with some regret and frustration.

"So, Ginny, I've come to ask you for help."

"Help? How can I help you?"

"Of course you can help me, listen, as far as I know, your Potions this semester is taught by Slughorn, but you know that Hogwarts' protection spell is very good, and it doesn't allow apparition. It's hard for me to get close to him, so I need your help."

"What are you going to do near Slughorn?"

"I want to know about my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes, my father never wanted to tell me that he didn't love her, not at all."

"It's really sad..."

"Yeah, so if, I mean, if I can learn about my mother from their former professor Slughorn, then I don't have to keep asking my father, and I can leave him. So, Ginny, will you help me? Will you help me anytime at Hogwarts?"

Ginny froze for a moment, "You want to break away from your father?"

"Yes, I have had that thought."

"Well, Riddle, if it's true, it's a good thing, of course I'd like to help you, if it can save you from your father, but you can swear to Merlin that everything you said is true Is that right?" Ginny asked me, expecting a full assurance and commitment from me.

Then, I tried to put on my best smile again and said, "Okay, I swear to Merlin." At the same time, I slowly moved closer and hugged her, and continued in her ear that Riddle would also swear to little Ginny. Guaranteed. "

She froze slightly, a little at a loss, "Riddle...Randolph..."

Seeing her embarrassed and overwhelmed, I found it funny: "Don't you like to call me Riddle?"

"Yes, yes, Riddle."

"Do you like Harry?"

"Ah? I..." She looked at me a little surprised, as if the question changed a little too quickly.

"Don't worry, this is our secret, even if you love Harry, it's okay, who made us friends, Riddle will always be Ginny's friend, so, we will help each other, right?"

"Help each other? Yes, yes. I will help you, Riddle." She said the last sentence firmly.So firm that I almost wondered if she really fell in love with me.

In fact, when I was young, I also met many girls who gave me the most pure and beautiful feelings in my life. They were deeply infatuated with me and admired me, but unfortunately, I couldn't fall in love with any of them. A person, in that dark age full of lies and deceit, I gave up all friendship, just to regard my father's expectation and Slytherin's glory as my lifelong belief.

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Little Basket is the best at swearing, he swears as easy as eating, and little Ginny is fooled again (??ω??)?