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Although the giant snake named Nagini had left, the smell of blood entrenched in the entire room did not disappear.I try to hold myself back from thinking about what (or who) the snake had spit out a solid mass at my feet earlier.I could only hear my own rapid breathing because I was almost suffocated just now. Not only did the man opposite him not look like a person at all, I couldn't hear his breathing either.

Voldemort is twisting his slender neck at a very uncomfortable angle at this time, his face is more like a pale human skin mask because his eyes are half closed-but my current face may be the same as He is almost.It wasn't until the door made a slight click that Voldemort opened his slender red pupils. At this time, there was no obvious emotional expression on his face, as if the loss of control just now was just caused by my excessive fear hallucinations.

"Master." Draco stood at the door and bowed into the house. The snake didn't leave him immediately, but slowly entangled itself at Draco's feet following the "hiss" sound from Voldemort's throat. Finally, with the help of a little light outside the house, I finally saw clearly what a gigantic giant snake it was.

"Draco, I have encountered a difficult problem." Voldemort did not let Draco walk in, and he slowly pressed the wand in his hand (it should be the one of Lucius Malfoy) against his own. Temple, "Surely you'd be willing to help Lord Voldemort with anything, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, my lord." Without any hesitation, and even with a little eagerness, Draco replied immediately, "As you can see, my parents and I did our best—"

Voldemort waved his hand casually, like waving an invisible spider's silk in the air, dismissing Draco's next words. He pointed at me with his index finger: "Kill this girl."

"Is it harder than killing Dumbledore, my boy?" Voldemort joked cruelly after two seconds of short but suffocating silence, "This question was on my mind last night, Bella I said that although you were not decisive enough to face the old man at Hogwarts, you can still be called unwavering... But it took you too long to kill that stupid woman yesterday, didn't it? Lord Voldemort can't help being confused, my Boy, do you have any sympathy for the stupid woman who taught you wrong Muggle knowledge - so, Draco...how on earth did you kill Dumbledore?"

The last few words Voldemort uttered were almost raving, but the soft voice made people feel pain in the eardrums inexplicably. His red eyes stared firmly at Draco's eyes, as sharp as if he would burn people.

"That's because the woman has been screaming and struggling, yelling for me to save her, and saying that she is my teacher." Draco pursed his lips tightly, and after a while of silence, he spoke hoarsely, with the expression on his face With a hint of disgust, "No Slytherin would take her stupid class. In our hearts, she doesn't deserve to be called a professor at all. As for her-I never stopped at Hogwarts Aunt Bella killed her, she was just lucky to survive, and Aunt Bella must have told you that I had—”

Voldemort raised his right index finger to indicate that he didn't want to hear any more, and Draco immediately shut up.He stood motionless, and made no attempt to avoid Voldemort's scrutinizing gaze, and it was a moment before Voldemort smiled strangely.

"Then kill her again." He said enthusiastically. "If you have never told a lie to Lord Voldemort, this kind of thing shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

"Ah, I forgot that you are indeed just a 17-year-old child. I shouldn't be too demanding on you. I have always treated my loyal servants very...what's that word called? Oh, tolerance." Voldemort rushed at random with his wand Pointed in my direction, and just subconsciously followed him and turned around to look at Draco, I froze on the seat and could no longer move, "Dumbledore was already very weak at that time, and Keriji Bubba Gee can still struggle, so you take a little longer - well, Lord Voldemort can accept that explanation, it's ridiculously far-fetched, but it doesn't matter - then answer me, kill Ellie who doesn't move or make a sound How much time will Silk Snape take?"

"Or do I need to leave a little more separate space for you to catch up?" He added viciously.

Over the years, many reporters like to ask a question that they think is very in-depth at the end of the interview or interview to sublimate the meaning of the conversation. The last question I encountered many times was "Can you ask us who don't People who actually lived through that period, describe how you really felt when faced with death?" (Of course, the last question after I started writing this memoir basically revolved around my love and marriage, and also I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky)

I have had the experience of feeling that the footsteps of death have echoed in my ears more than once, and watched the people in front of me lose their lives more than once. Maybe my answers have always been disappointing, so some reporters think I didn’t say it Truth - but that's the way it is, at least when I'm dealing with death I'm terribly sluggish, like my brain is trying to process everything and then it's stuck in place.

When Voldemort and Draco talked before, I was still immersed in the fear of being wrapped around my neck by that snake.Even if the breathing is smooth, the skin on the neck still seems to feel the cold feeling.The voices of their conversation were near and far in my ears. I knew what they said had something to do with me, but I just listened passively.It wasn't until I saw Draco slowly raise his wand towards me that a numb nerve in my brain jumped.

If I were going to be sensational at this point, I should say that I suddenly thought of my parents, or that it would be nice to think of Harry, but in the spirit of not lying in this memoir, I will honestly say that at that moment I even Nearly laughed (if I hadn't been able to move my eyes due to the binding spell).

What I actually remembered was how long ago, in this living room where no light can come in now, although the atmosphere here was depressing in the past, the ever-burning candles seemed to have never been extinguished—there was not such a big room here. It was a cold table with a soft sofa and some strange and stylish decorations. I pushed him onto one of the decorations and hurt his forehead.

Blood flowed from the wound immediately, running down his pale skin, and I was terrified at that moment.Although we were still very young children who seemed to understand nothing, I always felt sensitively that his parents didn't like me that much. I can't even come to play with him.At that time, he covered the wound on his forehead with one hand, and asked me to shut up in a very impatient tone, don't invite adults or house elves, and waited for me to find some ointment from his medicine chest for him while I was choking. After wiping it off, he asked me what the hell I was crying for. He was obviously injured and he was miserable, so I felt a little strange at that time, yes, according to his personality, he should have been crying and screaming to put this thing on. Everyone knows what happened, so why am I the one who cried this time?

We didn't find the answer to this question at that time, but from that day on, it seemed that there was a relationship that could be called friendship between us in a real sense.In the following many years, maybe I only vaguely thought about whether it was possible to spend a lifetime with him in a few moments, but I always believed that no matter what the future was, we could not hurt each other.This kind of trust keeps me even after such a huge disappointment as Umbridge, and after we parted ways and drifted apart, he still used Dumbledore's death to turn it into Desperate, now he raises his wand at me as he raised his wand at Dumbledore that night in that tower, but I don't feel the same intense, vengeful rage that I did then, staring at Looking into his light-colored eyes, I only felt a kind of irony—I don’t know how those two boys and girls who ran around Malfoy Manor many years ago would feel if they could predict everything that happened now in advance?

I thought I'd have the courage to open my eyes wide and watch the green light of his wand tip, but I closed my eyes unconsciously when he began to chant the spell in a calm voice.

"Avada—"

There was a scream in the air, and my whole body was like a hard stone, and I knocked face down on the table, and the smell of blood instantly filled my nostrils.I felt the spell fly past my elbow and shatter another gorgeous chair next to me.

"Well done." Voldemort let out another smug, high-pitched laugh, a sign that he was taking pleasure and satisfaction in what was happening before him.As soon as I found out that I could move, he stretched out his big hand, which was not as warm as a living person, and raised my face for a closer look, "Remember, Draco, tell everyone here that she and that Longbottom and Bo It’s just the same, I can only solve it myself.”

"Yes, my master." Draco replied after a second of silence.

"Your father." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said softly. "He does need a new wand. I don't expect him to be unarmed and capable of spying on a cunning guy like Snape. You can go to Ollivander. It is a reward from Lord Voldemort to you."

"Thank you very much." Draco replied, my jaw was still clamped by Voldemort, tears fell uncontrollably, and I couldn't see if his face was the same ecstatic expression as before.

"Dumbledore..." Before letting Draco take me away, Voldemort proudly reached out and stroked the snake's nose while talking to himself, "You actually think you still have the ability to stop me..."

Draco dragged me all the way back to his room and then left immediately, he even forgot to summon Senna to watch over me.After he left, I knelt and sat on the ground in a daze for a long time, belatedly realizing that my hands had been shaking since I left the living room, and I couldn’t remember if I met other people on the way back Can't remember that now is a perfect time to rummage through boxes and boxes for something useful.It wasn't until there was a light knock on the door that it lasted for a while before I slowly raised my head and dragged my heavy body towards the door.

"Miss Snape?" A slender and soft girl's voice came from outside the door, "Are you here?"

"Hello?" I didn't recognize it for a while, and my mind was still dizzy.

"Miss Snape! I guessed you should be here!" She said the second sentence before I realized that the owner of the voice should be Astoria Greengrass.

"Why are you at the Malfoy Manor?" I thought that I only saw Narcissa Malfoy holding her hand before, so why are you here as a guest at this time?

"Uh, I don't really understand." She replied in a low voice after a few coughs came from outside the door, "I haven't been in good health recently, and my parents don't seem to want me to go to Hogwarts next semester...but recently The Entrance to Young Wizards Act was introduced, and my mother wrote to Hogwarts to apply for special circumstances, but today a group of people came and took me to Draco's house and let me recuperate here."

As readers can see, Voldemort does not treat his pureblood followers as favorably as he claims.In fact, while using his superb rhetoric to win over those who are dissatisfied with the status quo and longing for more preferential treatment because of their blood, he also uses more ruthless methods to force them to work hard for him wholeheartedly and irreversibly.Voldemort doesn't trust anyone, he doesn't have any concepts like "friends and family", even the wizards around him who have already occupied most of the wealth of the wizarding society and have gained high status are still in his eyes. He is just a humble servant who is only worthy of kneeling at his feet and trembling.

I believe that many readers can already feel from my previous description that even Draco, who successfully assassinated Dumbledore, did not have the slightest trust from Voldemort at all.Obviously, the "boring old things" that Voldemort heard before included not only the time of my parents, but also the time of me and Draco, so he would use killing me to test Draco No allegiance to him wholeheartedly.And for more families who are unable to do things for him personally, Voldemort will detain their most important children (at that time, pure-blood families generally attached great importance to their offspring, which is related to the continuation of the family blood) as a threat—— Storia's role at Malfoy Manor is essentially no different from mine, except that she may have a little more freedom than I do.

"Miss Snape, are you alright?" As I kept silent, Astoria's voice showed a trace of uneasiness, "I'll go find Mrs. Malfoy, she should be able to open the door—"

"No." I immediately stopped her, "Don't call her, I'm fine."

"I actually came here secretly." Astoria looked a little nervous, "But Mrs. Malfoy only told me not to go to the second and first floors, but never said that I couldn't go to the fourth floor——I actually came here I want to ask...Miss Snape, do you have any news about Talus Black? His father is wanted, and I'm afraid—”

"What did you say?" If the voice had substance, the voice I just heard might be able to open the door in front of me directly. "What do you mean his father is wanted? Why is Mr. Black wanted?"

"The Daily Prophet says...the Ministry of Magic has sufficient evidence to believe...that the murderer was Sirius Black from the investigation of the scene of the deaths of James Potter and his wife. They say...Mr. His death has already fallen into madness, and he believes that all this was caused by Mr. Potter shirking the post of Minister of Magic at that time, and then he lost control that day... and Mr. Potter didn't realize it in time—”

"Nonsense!" I angrily slammed my fist on the door, "This is an insult! It's a slander! How dare they use this kind of crime to frame me!"

My actions undoubtedly frightened Astoria, and she didn't speak any more.I can only hear myself panting like a dying fish trying to calm the anger surging in my chest. After an unknown amount of time, I don't know if she is still there, so I can only use a trembling voice to The crack in the door asked, "Astoria?"

"Yes, I'm still here." The girl choked up from the door, "I'm sorry, Miss Snape."

"I've been here for almost a week," I said desperately, "so I can't tell you how Talus is doing, and I'd like to know how they are doing now."

"It's okay, I just had a little hope..." Astoria replied, "I hope he's fine, Miss Snape, I'm really scared, it seems like everything will change all of a sudden."

"What else do you know?" I forced myself to cheer up a little. "Whatever happened outside this week, whatever."

"I don't know much, it's all the reports in the Daily Prophet." Astoria said quickly, "Pierce Thicknesse is the Minister of Magic who replaced the dead Mr. Potter, and they reported that Sk Lin Jie was also killed by Mr. Black in order to protect Mr. Potter, and currently no new candidate has been announced for the position of head of the Auror Office."

"Maybe Voldemort thinks he doesn't need the Auror office anymore." I twitched the corners of my mouth, thinking that Mr. Scrimgeour, who had always been at odds with my mother, actually protected her at the last moment, and felt a burst of mixed emotions.

"Then...they wanted more than Mr. Black." Astoria hesitated, then said, "The Daily Prophet said that the Ministry of Magic has started to hunt down Professor Dumbledore's death, using this excuse... Find Neville Longbottom and his associates."

"Also, the Ministry of Magic has started the 'Muggle-Born Registration'."

"What's that?" I felt that I could no longer feel the pain in my nose, and my whole head seemed to be only the throbbing veins on my temples.

"It's... to investigate Muggle-born wizards and find out where... and what methods they use to steal the magical abilities that only belong to wizards." Astoria's voice also contained a trace of disgust, "The Ministry of Magic has established a The Muggle-Born Registration Committee, chaired by Lady Umbridge."

"And the Teenage Wizarding Entrance Act." I remembered what she had mentioned earlier. "What does that mean? Everyone has to go to school no matter what?"

"All school-age wizards in the UK must bring a blood certificate to study at Hogwarts." Astoria said worriedly, "But listen to those people, I don't have to go to Hogwarts anymore if I live in Malfoy Manor gone."

"They themselves are the ones who trample on the rules, and naturally they can break the rules they created at will." I twitched the corners of my mouth weakly, leaned against the door and closed my eyes, feeling exhausted enough to overwhelm me, "Thank you for telling me Mine, Astoria."