38 years of past events

"Dear Mr. Weasley, what are you thinking about?" I lit a poppy coffee, and exhaled a cigarette ring in front of my upturned legs. The young man sitting opposite frowned.

"We don't have much time for you, if you haven't figured it out yet."

"Ah!" At the end of the dungeon in Malfoy's house, there was Bella's maniacal laughter and the desperate cry of pain and torture.

Percy Weasley licked his parched lips nervously, then sat up straight and made herself look calmer: "As... as a member of... the Ministry of Magic, the Honorable Assistant to Minister Scrimgeour , I, I am not..."

Before he finished speaking, Evira and I had already laughed out loud, and Mulciber couldn't stop laughing, and I said: "My friends, it seems that this Mr. Weasley doesn't know much about the current situation." The situation, who of you will talk to him."

"Pissy Weasley, your respected Minister Scrimgeour was killed by us a long time ago. On the day you attended the wedding, Fenrir bit off his neck. As for the current minister, after Pierce violently After his death, Umbridge is now in power, of course, you can also understand that they are all our people."

After Evira finished speaking, Platinum's face turned pale. He raised his stiff head and looked at us in disbelief, "How...how could this be...why, why is this..."

"Pissy Weasley, you should accept reality."

"No! I don't accept this damn reality!" He immediately stood up from his seat and roared explosively, "I've waited so long! Why, why is this happening!"

"Quiet!" Mulciber restrained his anger, and was about to cast a jinx on him.

"Stop!" I ordered Mulciber, and then my wand lifted Percy's jaw, "Mr Weasley is so angry, it seems that Scrimgeour promised you something, let's hear it, maybe we can help you."

Bossy looked at me, he hesitated for a moment: "Scremgeour once said to me that as long as I follow him well and don't tell the truth about the fraudulent votes, he promised me to be promoted to the head of the legal office within half a year. "

"Director? Hahaha!" Evira laughed and said, "So you just want to be a little director?"

"You don't understand! This is very important to me!" Bossy continued: "I have been working hard for so many years since I graduated. I have repaired water pipes, repaired the weather, and even disposed of Muggle corpses. I have done all of these! But , I’m still a humble clerk, I don’t want to be as poor as my father for the rest of my life! Failure!”

"Great!" I clapped my hands, "I have always admired those wizards who are both ambitious and persevering, so Percy Weasley, now I tell you, you will have a better position than chief of staff, no Do you know if you want to?"

"What did you say?"

"I said, isn't the head of the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic stronger than the Chief of Staff?" My voice was not high, but he could hear it clearly, "You know, the Dark Lord has returned, don't Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, even half of the wizarding world in Britain is now in our hands. Even if the boy doesn't die, do you really think he can defeat us? A kid who hasn't even learned spells in the seventh grade, and the most consummate magician The Dark Lord?" I lowered my voice and looked into his eyes: "Bossy, have you figured out which side to stand on?"

His hands clenched into fists, his expression dignified and contradictory.

"Whether you want to go back to your impoverished Weasley family to help the Mudblood, or stand in the high position of the Law Department and follow the great dark wizard, as a pure blood, you have to think carefully." Evira stood aside Said sarcastically.

I glimpsed the unwillingness and inferiority deep in his heart from his eyes, "Young man, think about it."

After a while, as if he had given up on something, he sat back heavily on the chair, stretched his eyebrows from the struggle, "You guys, what do you want me to do!"

Poppy snuffed it out with my fingertips, and I got up and smiled with satisfaction.

Regarding the traces of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, we have always been in a passive state. In addition to this Gringotts leak, the gold cup was stolen. If we can no longer find them, then continue to steal the soul The weapon is undoubtedly a mortal danger for us, but fortunately we have caught Percy Weasley, the son of the Weasley family, and now, it has become our best entry into the Order of the Phoenix.

The passage of the dungeon was opened, and a light came in. Yaxley came in and took a woman away, and told us that if we wanted to, there would be a good show, which should not be missed.

I don't think that's a problem, but when we arrived at the house, the atmosphere was a bit subtle and unusual. There was no joy or anger in the father's tone, but the snake-like cold tone made people feel numb .

"Severus, don't you want to say hello to your old friend?"

"Please... please... Severus." The voice came from the woman hanging upside down from the ceiling, the same one Yaxley had just grabbed.

"Draco, what about you? Know her?"

Compared to Snape's expressionless face, Draco shook his head in a panic.

"Oh, Randolph, you're here too. Do you happen to know her too?" He saw me and asked me at the same time.

When the rope above the head was turned to the direction of the stove, I saw the woman's face carefully. It was somewhat familiar, but unfortunately I couldn't remember it.

"Well, let me tell you, this is Professor Caredi Bubbaji from Hogwarts."

The people around suddenly realized, and then everyone was talking about something in a low voice, and the father continued: "Professor Muggle Studies."

Everyone froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"However, this professor is not satisfied with the magical talent of tormenting children. She also frequently publishes her high-spirited speeches on the Daily Prophet, defending mudbloods, and even inciting everyone to choose Muggles as their partners. Of course, there are Werewolves..."

No one laughed this time, because they heard the undoubted contempt and anger in the tone.

He came to Snape's seat, "Severus, as your colleague for many years, why don't you share your opinion now?"

At the same time, the woman who was hung upside down turned her head in Snape's direction through the twirl of the rope, and she whimpered out Snape's name sadly.

With all eyes on him now, Snape's throat moved, and he said, in a low but calm voice, "For such a wizarding scum, I—" He paused, as if She was swallowing, and seemed to be hesitating, "I implore the master to grant me the right to kill her!"

As soon as the words fell, Draco couldn't help taking a breath, his father glanced at Draco with scarlet eyes, and he immediately lowered his head even deeper.

"Of course, why not?" Father said, walking to Snape's side, very close to him, then took out the wand from Snape's hand and looked at it casually, "Oh, birch?"

"Yes Master."

Suddenly the wand was thrown by his father on the long table in front of everyone, and there was a clear "click", "Let's try this one." Then his father put his own wand in front of Snape.

Everyone present, including me, failed to understand what my father meant, but I could smell danger signals in the air, and I even felt that danger was approaching that man, Snape.

"Master, I, how can I use your wand, I..."

"It is your honor, Voldemort's order!" said the father unquestionably.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, "Okay, master." Severus slowly raised the wand and pointed it at Bubbaji, but he didn't chant the spell all the time, as if waiting for something, he put the wand Hold it tight.

"Hurry up!" Dad yelled impatiently.

His hand seemed to tremble for a moment, just for a moment, my heart jumped, and I even thought he was going to point the wand at my father, but in the end: "Avada!"

The woman named Bubbaji died, and her body fell heavily from mid-air. Nagini swam towards her quietly, and then opened his bloody mouth.

"How does this wand feel? Wouldn't it be great to kill with it?" His father took his own wand again from Snape's hand. "Today you killed that woman with it, and maybe one day, it might Will kill you too."

Like a piece of ice falling on the ground, I could see everyone shivering.

"Master, I...please believe in my loyalty to you, absolutely..."

In Snape's flustered words, his father actually opened his pale mouth and smiled, "Of course, it's just a joke, my faithful Snape."

What happened today is a bit sudden and inexplicable, at least I think so, maybe Snape did something wrong, or was discovered by his father, obviously my father will never be bored enough to study for killing Muggles Gathering people to hold a meeting for the professor, all of this was more like doing something to teach Snape a lesson or to warn everyone.

After the meeting ended, I hesitated for a few steps, and decided to go back to him and ask him clearly. After all, if there is anyone who can be trusted now, then it is only me and him. Even if we are partners, we should be honest with each other, no ?

When I returned to the hall, he was still there and hadn't left. His body was backlit, and his silhouette was hidden in the darkness, as if he was thinking about something or waiting for something.

"Randolph, I knew you would come back. Your hesitant character is really not like me."

"You have said this sentence many times."

"Is that so, I seem to remember that too." He turned around from the darkness and faced me. There is often a distance of two centimeters between us, as if we will never be close together.

"However, you are still very similar to me in some ways." He looked at me, and then added, "Like when I was young."

"Criticism or a compliment? I don't think you miss the damn past." I smiled.

"Damn the past, oh, of course! It's just, I don't understand why it's worth looking for if it's such a bad past?"

I was startled, thinking that he might know something: "Forget it, I think we should talk about Snape."

"Snape's business is not the most important thing right now," he said.

"That probably won't matter," I said, "if you..."

"He betrayed me," he said. "Is that what you want to tell me?"

"No one can fool Voldemort, and neither do you," he said. "There is no one in this world who I can understand better than himself than Harry Potter—" He paused. "It's you."

His words made me feel a little ridiculous: "Of course, you have the Legilimency you are proud of, and it's no problem to know anything."

"No, how could I use Legilimency!" Maybe I said something wrong, his tone was a little angry, "Yes, I used Legilimency on them, but I don't want to use Legilimency on you, As the specialty of the Salazar family, don't you feel the intrusion of Legilimency yourself? I'm so disappointed, Randolph."

I was silent, he was right, as a descendant of Salazar, we are more familiar with Legilimency than anyone else, but I never want to face it, facing my father who was once out of reach has been stepping towards me step by step Come, and I am even more unwilling to admit that I am stepping back step by step, as if there is always a distance of two centimeters between us.

"You remember it all," he said. "Are those bad memories worth keeping?"

"You know it all? Why don't you just forget about it?" I smiled, trying not to look too upset.Isn't it easy for a man like him to make me forget something?

He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. I saw the wand being clenched tighter in his palm. After a while, he said as if he was trying to suppress some emotion, but also like some kind of compromise: " I have horcruxes, a lot of time to wait, you always forget the damn past."

I was really surprised that he didn't use the Oblivion Charm on me that day.

It was not until many years later that I recalled this day that I finally realized that my father did not lie, because any father in this world does not need magic to understand his children, that is an innate feeling.

In fact, that person has been tolerant in a very silent way all along, maybe this may be the only time he has learned to tolerate in his life.

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In fact, Dad has always been doing good for Little Basket, no matter whether it is using the Forgetting Curse or something else, he has been silently forgiving his death and nonsense