38 years of past events

When I had nothing to do, I sat on the roof of the manor and watched the coastline in the distance with my legs dangling.When the wind blows, it seems that those unhappy memories are also scattered, who will think about where the war will be tomorrow.

"Can I sit here?" Draco rolled out of the skylight in the roof and sat down beside him.

"Thank you, that day," he said.

"It's nothing, it's just an exchange of benefits." I said.

He didn't speak, and after a while, "I used to sit here with Aunt Daisy, she always liked—"

I glanced at him and he realized something, "I'm sorry."

"Forget it," I sighed, those things seem to be a long time ago.

"By the way, who was that girl that night?"

He froze for a moment, and told me with some reluctance: "It's...Astoria, from the Greengrass family."

"It's a pure blood!" He deliberately added another sentence.

I was surprised by the eagerness to explain to me: "You care about her?"

He didn't speak.

I seemed to understand: "She attended Fleur's wedding, and was caught by Fenrir in the action against us, so you let her go, but was discovered by Fenrir, so that day Fenrir asked When he ate you, he said that you took the initiative to deliver it to your door, am I right?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to betray the Dark Lord, I just..."

"I see."

Ginny said that everyone has something they want to protect. It is more important than life in their hearts. We have magic, but we often feel powerless to fate. Whether it is me, my father, or Dumbledore, none of us Clinging to what was lost and what once mattered, I said, "Draco, I wish you were better than us."

In the autumn, when the last leaves were falling, Draco returned to school, and at the same time, under the strong suggestion of the Malfoy family, his father agreed to make Snape the headmaster of Hogwarts.Lucius and Narcissa could finally breathe a sigh of relief, because at least for that Hogwarts mission, Draco wasn't alone.

I also attended the headmaster's inauguration ceremony. At that time, Umbridge sent people to the school to arrest those mudblood students. It was called an interview with the Muggle Registration Committee, which caused a lot of panic among the students. .On that day, due to Snape's protection, the relationship with Umbridge reached a point of tension.

Severus, please, please, I will help you.On one side of the teacher's bench, I raise my goblet and smile at him.

"Sev, I heard that your father was a Muggle a long time ago. Now it seems that there is a reason. No wonder they all call you the sanctuary of the Mudbloods." Umbridge mocked him, "But, today, your If you refuse to cooperate, I can arrest you in the name of the deputy minister."

"Umbridge, let me reiterate that since the opening of Hogwarts, you have no right to take away my students, not even the minister, let alone you are a deputy."

"Snape!"

"Okay." I walked from the teacher's table, "Today is Snape's inauguration ceremony, you know, this is also what the Dark Lord meant, so Umbridge, even if you want to come and take those students away, I think It's not the right day."

"I'm doing it for—"

"I know. Please go back, Ms. Dolores. I think Harry Potter who slipped away may be more important than here. My father and I are looking forward to your good news."

My appearance made it difficult for Umbridge to say anything more, so he could only give Snape a reluctant glance before leaving.But soon someone recognized me.

"He's that Death Eater! The son of the mysterious man!" Suddenly there was an uproar in the crowd.

"I also know that Severus killed Headmaster Dumbledore."

"They are a group." Strong dissatisfaction and commotion arose among the students again.

"Quiet!" Snape yelled.

"Let them talk."

I said to the students: "You are all right, Dumbledore was killed by Snape, and I am indeed the son of the Dark Lord." When they mentioned their father's name, many of them covered their hands. Mouth.

"However, everyone here, if I were not here today, I think most of you would have to go to the Muggle Registration Committee! You should know what Umbridge is doing."

"But that's what you did too, you took control of the Ministry of Magic!" shouted a student.

"Of course! So I want you to know that in this world, we can save you and kill you easily. I know there are many excellent wizards among you. Instead of following that idiot named Harry Potter to die, why Don't survive and stand on our side, we create new regulations, new institutions, think, there will be no more Muggle idiots in the world, everyone will be magical, the best, we can follow the Dark Lord in the world Keep going on the road of eternal life, the eternal kingdom is waiting for you."

The Slytherins looked scornfully triumphant and wildly delighted, more eager than any house.

"To put it bluntly, I am also a Hogwarts graduate. You should call me a senior, but there is one more thing that Dumbledore must have never told you. Many years ago, the great Dark Lord was once determined to To be a teacher, it's a pity that such an offer was rejected by Dumbledore, and I think if that worked out, you'd all be his pupils by now."

"He's lying. Their purpose is to clean up the mudbloods. My mother has been arrested by the Muggle Registration Committee. We shouldn't be fooled by such people!"

"Avada!" someone screamed as the student fell.

Snape growled at me angrily, "Randolph!"

"I just let him know what happens when someone is so rude to interrupt someone."

All of a sudden, the whole group became silent again. No one dared to make a sound, but there were still some people crying softly.

"Okay, take it easy, if any of you still want to quit, I don't mind at all, and the founder of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin, is my ancestor, logically, you can quit like this The school should pay me Galleons, so those who quit, remember to make up the cost, and of course I don’t mind taking the other three founders too.”

"Randolph!" Sneh's tone suppressed anger, "it's enough trouble, you should go back, compared to Umbridge, I don't think your father will be happy to see you wasting time here .”

"Look, I almost forgot, today is your headmaster's inauguration, I shouldn't upstage you, come on, welcome our Headmaster Severus Snape." I started applauding.

Then came the applause of Slytherins, then reluctant Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and finally a handful of Gryffindors.

I just wanted everyone to hate him, and with the thrill of a mischief, I'm glad I managed to screw up Snape's headmaster ceremony.That way, even if one day he really joins the Order of the Phoenix, no one will believe him.

In the bathroom, there was a constant sound of water flowing. The wound on my left arm had shed its scab, and the skin there was regenerated intact. I removed my wet hands from the sink, and when I looked up, I saw me in the mirror, with a faint glow in my pupils. A blush appeared, and my smile froze in front of the mirror...

"Clang!" Suddenly, the sound of something shattering heavily on the ground spread outside, and then the sudden quarrel seemed to erupt in an instant, wave after wave.

The Slytherin students who rushed over told me, "Something went wrong! Because of Quinn's death, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw students began to rebel, and Headmaster Snape told you to go there now !"

"Quinn?"

"It's the Mudblood you killed just now," he said.

Just as I was about to leave, Evira just appeared at the door of the auditorium, his expression

More flustered and anxious than ever: "Randolph, it's bad! Gringotts has been stolen!"

"Gringotts!" I yelled.

This is bad!

Lucius, Bella, Mulciber, and Yaxley stood outside the gate trembling as if they had just escaped from their father's lingering anger. Documents crumbled under his feet, the Elder Wand cast a green spell of light, and the ground was littered with bloody corpses.

He pointed his wand at me suddenly, just for a moment, when he realized it was me, he put down his wand again.

"I heard something was missing?" I asked.

He stared at the crowds of corpses on the ground, his tone was low and angry, "Yes, they stole the gold cup, they found our secret! And, they are still looking for it!"

"There is no reason at all. Even if they found out our secret, then why must it be Jinbei? I mean why would they not suspect others? Even if it is Jinbei, then where did he know about Bella's secret?" Trix's vault?" These questions made me faintly feel that something was wrong.

The father paced back and forth among the corpses, and he seemed to be thinking about this question: "Dumbledore! Dumbledore must have left some clues for Harry Potter, yes, he was guarding against me, all the time."

"But even so, would Dumbledore know that we hid the cup in Bellatrix's vault?" I don't think so.

"Bella!"

Hearing her father's voice, Bella immediately ran in. She lowered her head, afraid of her father's punishment, she was a little cautious but did not dare to approach, "Master...Master..."

"Why did Harry find your vault?" He approached Bella and asked her.

"Master, I... I don't know, I really don't know! Master, I am loyal to you! I can swear to you, Master!" She knelt down and grabbed the robe by her father's legs and said firmly, but was given by her father. Kicked off.

"Master. I remember, they brought Griphook today, yes, that lowly goblin, who helped Harry Potter. It must have been Griphook who opened my vault, Master, please believe me."

"Isn't Griphook dead? When you captured Gringotts last time, you told me that the goblin Griphook was dead. Didn't you kill him?" I asked Bella.

"No, I didn't kill him, it was... it was Mulsaber..." Bella told me tremblingly, "Mulserb said he was dead. The cabinet hit the head, so, dead..."

"Mulciber!"

Mulciber ran in almost staggeringly: "Master, my respected master..."

"What's up with Griphook!"

"Master, this has nothing to do with me. Really, yes, it is the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic brought people to clean up the scene that day. I clearly remember that two people from the Ministry said that they would throw Griphook's body to Fenli I deal with it, so... so..."

"So you let that bloody goblin slip!" Father's wand pointing at Mulciber was Cruciatus.

"Randolph, haven't you already occupied the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, indeed! The Ministry of Magic is under our control."

"Then who the hell! Who saved Griphook! Stole my stuff!"

"Mulciber, are you sure you were from the Ministry?"

"I'm sure, in order to catch Potter, we have Polyjuice Potion tests, and those two are indeed from the Ministry." Mulciber said with certainty.

"One of Umbridge's?"

"No... no, Umbridge didn't come that day," Mulciber recalled, "yes... yes... the minister sent someone to clean up the scene..."

"Randolph!" He called me in a low voice, with deep doubts on his pale snake face: "Didn't you appoint the candidate for the minister?"

I was stunned, and the next moment after reacting, the apparition went outside the door, and grabbed Evira's collar: "Damn it! Didn't you tell me that you cast the Imperius Curse on Pierce!"

"I swear, it's true!" Evira assured me in horror.

I stared into his eyes and hacked into his brain with Legilimency, and it turned out that Evira wasn't lying to me.So unless Pierce's Imperius Curse was broken?Obviously I don't believe that Harry and the others can have such a skill.

Bella and Mulciber's piercing screams sounded behind him again, disturbing the listeners.After pacing back and forth, I can only boil it down to a more serious problem, something is wrong with the Ministry of Magic!

"No need to say anything, father, I think I understand!"