[HP] A Brief History of Time

"You sent them away, away from Hogwarts—that was your plan? Where's Bellatrix?"

"She can no longer cast a spell, even the simplest levitation spell, you and Vile's potion are very successful." Alona said lightly, "I checked it myself, she is now as weak as the same Like a chicken."

Snape could imagine the Dark Lord's outrage when he learned that Bellatrix had lost the value of her insanity.The direction of the matter was made rough and simple by Alona and Narcissa.It's a pity that in fact, Alona didn't know that not only Dumbledore needed him as a spy, but he also needed such an identity to get a redemption for himself. Only in this way could he have the courage to look back at his youth in the middle of the night. Occasionally, the sunshine will favor him.

"You mean," he took a deep breath, "I did my part, it was Bellatrix's mistake that caused the mission to fail, and those two ignorant guys escaped Hogwarts—because the school doesn't have Dumbledore's protection?" He stood up annoyed, "Then where the hell have they gone? Don't you know that Virginia has a special class this semester?" An important exam?"

Alona didn't care, she sat on the sofa calmly, raised her chin, "Given your special status, I can't tell you where they went."

Narcissa was obviously surprised that Snape played such an enigmatic role. She sat in the potions office for a long time without a word, and looked at Snape with distrust.

"Pretend you don't know, Snape, and wait until the Dark Lord angrily asks where you've gone before expressing your surprise," Alona pointed out mercifully, "You just need to show your dead face a little bit." A little emotion is enough, don't over exaggerate and make things worse, Bellatrix's memory will be your best evidence."

***

At this moment, Virginia took Draco's arm and came out of the department store where business was rather sluggish. In her hand were big and small shopping bags, and she was intimately dependent on her boyfriend, just like a guy who just spent money on his boyfriend's credit card. Happy girl.

Draco glanced uncomfortably at the hole in the knee of his jeans, feeling like he was dressed like a beggar, "Where's next?"

"Barbershop." Virginia brushed her hair.

The guy who cut the hair ignored Draco's solid gaze that was about to burn two holes in his back - the latter could only sit in the hairdressing chair anyway, and he touched Vigil again and again with great regret. Nia's soft blond hair, repeatedly confirming, "Dye it black?"

"Yes." Honey was about to flow out of Virginia's dimples, "I heard that Jane Eyre is auditioning for the leading actress, and I really want to try it."

The young man never left his gaze from the figure in the mirror. He was extremely grateful that he had put his heart into literature class for a minute or two, and he was able to say a few competent compliments, "How can Jane Eyre satisfy your desires?" On condition, you should take a rose and play Beatrice by the bridge of the Arno."

Draco on the side didn't understand anything, but it didn't stop him from knowing that Virginia was in a good mood to be complimented by this buttered barber's mouth, which could be seen in her charming smiling eyes.He squinted his eyes. Suddenly, the eloquent barber's throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of iron, and it was stuck in his throat. He threw away the comb in a hurry, made an apologetic gesture to the mirror, and ran away in a hurry To the bathroom.

Virginia glanced at the rigged Draco.

When they came out of the barber shop, the two of them came out very different.Virginia, with her waist-length black hair, stretched out her arms to hail a taxi, and stuffed Draco, who wasn't used to his new haircut and color, into the back seat.

"Heathrow Airport."

The two wizards changed into the Muggle world, just like two ornamental fish swimming into the sea, both safe and dangerous.

Draco has no Muggle identity card, no passport, and no visa, but for wizards, as long as a small confusion spell and forgetting spell, everything is not a problem.

Two hours later, carrying a large bag, they followed the crowd through the underpass and boarded a plane bound for Paris.There were dozens of small pieces of paper in Virginia's pocket, and for the rest of the time, they had no destination themselves, randomly picked paper and used the Muggle method to reach the location on the paper.

This was Draco's first time on a Muggle plane. The moment the plane took off, he was a little dizzy, but soon, he adjusted from this state. He gave up his seat to him, wrapped himself in a coat and decided to sleep.

***

The Dark Lord got the news in an unexpected way. A quarter of an hour ago, he himself was wading through an important message. He had just come from the tower of Nurmengard, and his bloodless fingers gleamed with blue lights. In the crystal bottle was all that the once great man could tell him, he didn't need a pensieve, fingers comparable to dementors just needed to send this beam of light into his brain.Before he could slowly reflect on the wealth that the person who once stood on the top of the mountain had left him after all kinds of resistance, Pettigrew had already rolled in from the gate with dust and mud from head to toe.

Unless there are special circumstances, the Dark Lord himself is not willing to see Pettigrew. His cowardly character and dirty appearance will make him recall the Muggle orphanage in his childhood and the most unbearable children wandering in the Albanian jungle. memory.Compared with this, he was more willing to deal with those beautiful and exquisite servants, so he graciously handed him over to Snape. From Snape's brain, he was very happy to find that Pettigrew once belonged to humiliate a member of his team.The Dark Lord believed that his behavior was in line with Snape's mind, and would be able to win over this extremely talented master of potions.

But at this time, the place where the dwarf star appeared is very surprising.

The Dark Lord said displeasedly, "I remember I let you stay by Snape's side..."

Pettigrew shivered and knelt on the ground unsteadily, "Lord, master," he tremblingly took out a newspaper from his pocket.

This was originally a lie and pretentious words that the Dark Lord never bothered to read, but the photos in the newspaper were really shocking. Bellatrix was standing in a threat with her hands cuffed in a weak state she had never seen before. In court at Sengama, a close-up of her left arm confirmed her incrimination.

The Dark Lord reached out and grabbed the newspaper. Not only was the location where Bellatrix appeared strange, but a piece of related news in the newspaper made him even more furious.

"The goblin at Gringotts says: 'Before Mrs. Lastrange was interrogated, she went with a strange lady to her private vault beneath Gringotts and took something from it.' "

The Dark Lord took a deep breath, and when the newspaper in his hand fell to the tip of Pettigrew's nose, a fire ignited at the same time. The sudden flames burned to the tip of Pettigrew's nose, and he screamed, and the scream immediately Aroused the dark lord's oppressive rage.With a wave of his hand, Pettigrew fell heavily to the foot of the table, and the wall lamp on the ceiling and the vases on the pavilion all burst open.

Standing at the door, Parkinson trembled, seeing the figure striding not far away, it was as if he had seen a savior.

"Severus..."

Snape walked past Parkinson without turning his eyes. He pushed open the door, and a violent gust of wind and shards of the vase slashed his forehead.Ignoring the dull pain coming from his forehead, he knelt humbly at the feet of the Dark Lord, and was thrown into the hall by the Dark Lord with his wand.

The Dark Lord strode towards him, asking in a strange, mechanical voice, "Where's the one I want?"

"No, gone." Snape said eagerly, "Actually, I don't know where he went, I informed Bellatrix, I have no idea why things turned out like this, and disappeared at the same time." There must be another Hufflepuff girl, and Sprout is starting to worry..."

The Dark Lord impatiently listened to his explanation, he pulled Snape's neckline closer with his hands, the red vertical pupils flashed a cold light, he directly invaded Snape's brain.

Pettigrew shivered and hid under the tablecloth.

The Dark Lord skipped over his insignificant memories: getting F homework, never-ending potion experiments... He saw a map half-open on his desk, a road from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade. The secret passage was clearly marked, and he saw Snape cast a hinting spell on Draco, followed him all the way to the Whomping Willow, drove the crowd away for him, and watched him climb into the secret passage. Road, and used an owl to notify Bellatrix, who was waiting in Hogsmeade.Then there was the lack of Draco's class, he saw that the savior he hated, who missed again and again, made a lot of fools in Snape's class, and was humiliated and hated by Snape's sarcasm... This situation actually made the Dark Lord feel a burst of excitement.

He let go of Snape's grip on the neckline, and watched him huddled by the door with his head covered.He strode past him, pulling open the foyer.Parkinson looked up at him in a panic.

The Dark Lord sneered, "It's time to bring my most loyal servant back from those old immortals. She must have suffered a lot for her stupid head."

Parkinson followed behind him obediently, and after only a few steps, the Dark Lord who was walking in front of him suddenly raised his head and let out a scream—like the howl of some kind of wild animal before it dies.

Parkinson's legs softened and he sat on the ground.

The Dark Lord's blood-red eyes fixed on him, "Dumbledore!"

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord's hiss seemed to faintly ring in his ears.Dumbledore threw away the fang that had been well preserved since the second grade, and smiled at Harry, who was holding the Gryffindor sword.

In front of them, the Hufflepuff gold cup stolen yesterday with Bellatrix's wand, the gold cup in the Room of Requirement, and the Slytherin's pendant that Sirius found were all bubbling black liquid .

"Together with the diary, the ring and himself," said Dumbledore calmly, "there's only one left."

"Nagini," Harry interjected, "are we declaring war on Voldemort now?"

Dumbledore frowned tightly, "I'm a little skeptical, Harry, I think there's something missing." He said thoughtfully, he looked at Harry who was looking at him trustingly, and his heart skipped a beat , "...I finally understand the most urgent thing."

"What is it, sir?" Harry asked.

How to thwart the Grim Reaper.

Dumbledore locked all the memories in the cabinet, "We have followed in the footsteps of the Dark Lord, Harry, I wonder if you are interested in hearing my story."