I'm playing a big knife at HP

Severus Snape walked into a dark, dank cell.A scrawny man was leaning against the cold and dirty wall, almost blending into the wall.The man seemed to know that he would come to visit, so he took care of his hair, face and hands, but his face was covered with bruises, one eye was swollen, and the robe on his body was torn, no matter how hard he tried. Decree that he maintain the expected decency.

"How are you feeling today, Lucius?" Snape handed over a bottle of potion.

Lucius Malfoy took the potion, thanked him in a low voice, and drank it impatiently, with a trace of blood on his pale face.

"I can handle it. How are Narcissa and Draco?"

Snape's eyes quickly glanced at the damage at the corner of his eye: "They're all fine. Nothing serious has happened lately."

"Is the Dark Lord still letting Draco torture Dolphin Rolle?" Malfoy asked casually, his tone as casual as if he was asking what the weather was like today, "Draco's Cruciatus still counts Pass it, is the Dark Lord still guiding him personally?"

Snape put away the empty potion bottle, and replied flatly with half-downcast eyes, "No more."

Malfoy seemed relieved.

Snape paused: "Roll died yesterday."

"Dead? How did he die?" Malfoy cried out, "It can't be..."

"No, not Draco."

"That...that's the Dark Lord himself..." Malfoy's face became even more ugly, "I thought he would only torture his subordinates who disappointed him, not..."

"He didn't do it himself." Snape glanced at the other's pale face, "I don't know how Rolle died. I went to deliver the potion to him as usual, and found that he was out of breath." Nepe said indifferently with a straight face, "It's not surprising. Although he is young, he is already very weak after being tortured for so long. Unlike you, he has been struggling for his wife and children. Roll It's been a few days since I refused to drink my potion." Snape clasped his slender fingers together, "I think he's relieved."

"God, Severus, is Dolphin Rolle the last Rolle?" Malfoy murmured, "Titus Rolle has no offspring, and Dolphin's father has only one son like him." ... Is there another 28 pure-blood surname missing?"

"I don't know, who knows if they have any distant relatives." Snape gave him a warning look, and lowered his voice, "Speak carefully. If your words are heard by others, the master will misunderstand that you are resentful towards him. "

"No, of course not." Malfoy said hastily, his eyes flicked left and right, "I never meant that. I deserve it, and I should be punished no matter how the master punishes me."

The two wizards lost interest in speaking for a while, and were relatively silent for a moment.Snape nodded: "Take care, I'll come back the day after tomorrow."

"Wait!" Malfoy groped the back of his neck for a while, untied a silver pendant inlaid with gemstones, wiped it very carefully several times with his clothes, and handed it to Snape, "Give it to Narcissa for me. She is relieved. Tell her that everything is fine with me. Luo Er is dead, the master loves pure-blood wizards, and will not do anything to me, and should be able to go out soon."

Snape took it and was about to turn around to leave when Malfoy stopped him suddenly: "Severus... I'll be fine, right?"

Snape looked up, Lucius Malfoy's iron-gray eyes were pleading: "I'll be fine, I, Draco, Narcissa, we'll be fine... right? As long as Master Victory, and all this will be over. When the Dark Lord rules the British wizarding world, he will pardon me as soon as he is happy, right?"

Snape could not remember seeing old Malfoy so weak.He suddenly didn't want to prevaricate the other party with false comfort.

"Do you really think so, Lucius?" Snape asked quietly. "Do you really expect that?"

"I... I think so." Malfoy murmured, "Yes, it must be so. Now that Dumbledore is dead, as long as the last resistance is eliminated, as long as Harry Potter is killed ,everything will get better."

Snape said nothing more.They both knew that it wasn't so much that old Malfoy had to think so—otherwise how would he keep going?

Snape walked out of the cell, looked down at the pendant in his hand, took out his wand and cleaned it up.The robes on Old Malfoy's body were not very clean, and the pendant still had stains and bloodstains no matter how much it was wiped. It would be counterproductive to hand this thing into his wife's hands.

Snape emerged from the dungeon.He didn't have to bother looking for Narcissa Malfoy, she was already waiting nearby and went up to him when she saw him.

"Lucius is fine, he told you and Draco to take care," Snape said flatly, "He said he was confident he would be out soon. He misses you and asked me to give you this."

A shiny silver chain fell into the witch's slender, white, and delicately maintained palm.

Narcissa let out a sigh that was partly laughing and partly crying, and looked up at Snape.Narcissa's eyes are the same blue as Marciana's, but even her eyelashes are golden, and there is often a soft wave in her eyes, which is completely different from the latter.

At this moment, those light blue eyes were looking at him sparklingly.

"Oh Severus," Narcissa said softly, "you're lying to me."

Snape was taken aback.

"He's not very good, is he?" Narcissa lowered her head and wrapped the chain in her palm, "If Lucius was very good, why would you specifically ask you to use this to comfort me? That fool, thought he would give me some jewelry like before It can make me happy. Idiot, idiot, how could I not know that this is something he never leaves... Is that all he has left?"

As she spoke, her tears dripped onto the pendant.

Snape was good at analyzing people's motives, but he was not familiar with women's twists and turns.Seeing Narcissa crying, he couldn't help asking a stupid question: "Are you worried about him?"

"Of course I'm worried!" Narcissa gave him a strange look, "That's my husband! There's not a single day when I'm not worried!"

Snape took a closer look at her, and found that Narcissa did seem to be a little more haggard and thinner than before.He thought of a blue-eyed witch he hadn't seen for several months, and asked, "Well, what can make you happier?"

Narcissa felt that Snape was extremely strange today, but remembering that he was a weirdo since he was a student, she patiently replied: "No. Nothing will make me feel relieved, unless Lucius comes back to me. "

Snape pondered for a moment, glanced at the chain, and replied casually, "He will."

"Severus, I beg you one thing." Narcissa said - she was beautiful since she was a child, and she was more lovable than her sisters, and she almost never failed to ask for something.

Snape took a step back this time, and said alertly, "The last time you asked me for something, you asked me to risk my life."

"No, no, it's just a small thing." Narcissa said quickly, taking a step forward, "I've heard about Luo Er, poor man, dying alone in a dark cell. I beg you , in case... in case Lucius..." She pursed her lips tightly and paused, "...I beg you to tell me. I know the Dark Lord doesn't allow me and Draco to see him, But just in case... Even if I defy the Dark Lord, I will never let him leave alone like this."

"If he's going to die—if he's so wounded that I can't save him, what's the use of you and Draco going?" Snape said strangely. "You want me to go for something like this? Against the orders of the Dark Lord?"

"It's pointless! Lucius must miss us very much—it's too desolate for people who clearly miss us to see each other before they die!" Narcissa's eyes turned red again, "Please, it's just a message! Draco and I will be forever grateful to you, and the Malfoys will be forever grateful to you."

Snape frowned, wondering whether an unconditional favor from the Malfoys was worth it for such a thing.He didn't really want to understand, but seeing Narcissa's anxious look, he nodded briefly: "I have to go, the Dark Lord has summoned me."

"Of course, of course." Narcissa wiped away the tears on her face and let out a smile, "I won't delay you."

Snape walked quickly to the large guest room where the Dark Lord was, and saw two Death Eaters walking out with cold sweat, supporting each other.He collected himself and walked in steadily, "My lord."

Voldemort sat at the other end of the long table, holding a wand thoughtfully.Hearing Snape's voice, he turned his face and said kindly, "Severus, please sit down. I have some questions for you."

Snape walked forward calmly and took a seat below him, "It is my honor to serve you."

"Have you heard? This morning, Marciana LaRosa broke into the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort said flatly, "No matter how many times I forgive them, the stupidity and incompetence of my Death Eaters still make me Marvel."

Snape controlled his facial expression, not letting the sarcasm in his heart show: "No, I didn't hear that."

"Yes, she, along with three other wizards, two men and one woman, sneaked into the heavily guarded Ministry of Magic just by using Polyjuice Potion, walked around swaggeringly, burned the birth records of the Ministry of Magic, and let them go. A large number of Mudbloods." Voldemort put his elbows on the table, fingers together, "Severus, tell me all about Marciana LaRosa."

"Master?" Snape said uncertainly, "I have told you everything I know."

"No, not those trivial information, I want your opinion, your judgment. Tell me, what kind of person is she? What is she best at? Who is her most loyal supporter?"

Snape lowered his face, pretending to be thinking, but he was inexplicably horrified.Voldemort rarely cared so much about an opponent. The last time he was asked this kind of question was Albus Dumbledore: ordinary information might not satisfy the opponent.He collected his thoughts and spoke slowly.

"After Dumbledore's death, La Rosa should have become the actual leader of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Well, it's about the same as my judgment. I have to say that I didn't expect it - I thought she was just a thug who charged into the battle, but I didn't expect that she could subdue those people." Voldemort rubbed his wand, "Do you think the other three wizards Who could it be?"

Snape thought for a moment, then said firmly, "Black, Lupine, and Tonks. These three are her most loyal supporters."

"Well. Tell me, what's good about her?"

"My lord, compared to you, she is nothing in terms of wisdom or strength." Snape said respectfully.

"I didn't ask you to come to listen to your flattering nonsense," said Voldemort impatiently.

Snape nodded: "She's good at fighting, and she's flexible, you already know that. As for other things..." He leaned back on the chair, also pointed his fingers together, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "She Good at buying people's hearts, and she holds Potter firmly in the palm of her hand, which is why she can subdue the Order of the Phoenix without Dumbledore's appeal. She is not a simple person, and some things Dumbledore is too much Noble, or too famous to be willing or able to do it, she has no such qualms. A lion meets a snake, and the snake always wins in the end, because the lion's courage is quickly exhausted, and the snake knows how to hibernate. And crouching, looking for the best time to pounce. But La Rosa...she's not a lion. She's a wolf: patient, and she keeps her eye on her target."

Voldemort thought about it and said, "She's weird."

"Owner?"

"One thing none of you have noticed, but I think it's crucial—" Voldemort put his hands on the table. "She's studying."

"study?"

"The spell she used against Dolphin Rolle at Hogwarts is the one I used against her at the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort said slowly, "This is my improved spell, Unique. She's always learning, learning from us - but how? Also, Lestrange hit her with black magic once, and she knew how to break it. "

"Severus, tell me, how did she know so much about black magic and its anti-curse?"

Snape felt the pores on his back open at the same time, oozing cold sweat, but he controlled it almost immediately.

"Dumbledore doted on Larosa very much, and the two of them often disappeared. I suspect he was teaching her in private." Snape said calmly.

Voldemort squinted at him.After a long time, when Snape felt the cold sweat on his back dry, Voldemort said again, "Very well. What about her weakness?"

"She's against you, and that's her greatest weakness."

Voldemort gave a smug sneer and didn't interrupt him.

"Since she was a teenager, she has always overestimated her abilities, but she escaped time and time again by luck."

Think, think quickly, what does the Dark Lord want to hear?

"Besides, she is a witch no matter what, and she cannot avoid the kindness of a woman." Snape continued, "Since she took such a big risk to break into the Ministry of Magic, just to save a few worthless wizards." It seems that she is not rational."

Voldemort seemed satisfied, and asked no further questions.Silence stretched over Snape's mouth and nose like a stretched plastic sheet.He held his breath and waited patiently.

"Severus, I am disappointed in my men, not once or twice, but all the time," said Voldemort suddenly.His voice is soft and slow, floating, with an inhuman timbre that can make people's skin crawl.

"But you are different. More than once I've taken comfort in having someone like you on my staff."

"My lord, I have been your faithful servant." Snape replied with just the right amount of trepidation and delight.

"Loyalty, of course, but there are servants who are more loyal than you, and your value is not here. Do you read history, Severus?"

"Occasionally, not much dabble."

"Have you been to North America?"

"No, master."

"I've been there, many years ago. It's not a bad place, it has a raw, blunt vigor that England doesn't have, a more primitive and unabashed greed—and the people are more hospitable and likeable than the British. They loved Thanksgiving, a very interesting holiday."

Snape didn't answer, he knew there was more to come, so he just pretended to be listening.

"The wizard told me that Thanksgiving originated in the seventeenth century, when Europeans - mostly British, of course Muggles - first came to America in 1620, and tribes of Indians welcomed them with food. , they ate and drank together and celebrated for three days. And so Thanksgiving was preserved, to appreciate the joy of the harvest and to celebrate the friendship of whites and Indians. What a heartwarming story, isn’t it?”

Snape said calmly: "Stories always have surprising twists."

"That's right, Severus, that's what I thought at the time. Out of curiosity, I looked through the historical materials of Muggles. In the year they celebrated, Europeans who were not productive robbed them for the winter. The tribe that sent the food even plundered gold and silver treasures from the graves of their ancestors. In the following tens of hundreds of years, colds, measles and smallpox brought by Europeans killed [-]% of the Indians on the American continent, They continued to kill and plunder until the Indians had barely a foothold on the continent that was once theirs—and what did they build on land soaked in blood and ashes?"

"A great country, Severus." Voldemort opened his palms. "A great country. They even have a holiday to commemorate their treachery, and to repay their kindness. But no one would call them cruel, no—people praise this." Great achievement for the country."

Snape looked up.

"You see, Severus, those who oppose me say that I am cruel and violent, but what they don't understand is that this is only a stage. In this stage, certain methods are inevitable. I must thunder all resistance , the more decisive the means I use, the faster the results and the less unnecessary sacrifices. My opponents, like Dumbledore and La Rosa, think I am evil, but they are wrong. These short-sighted Or hypocritical people can’t understand——I am fighting for our race.”

Voldemort raised his voice: "Dumbledore thought he was protecting someone? Those Muggles? Their ancestors could draw their swords on the master who just entertained them. Dumbledore is the one who is in the wrong position! We and What is the difference between the Indians? We hide and live in a small area like the Indians, our culture is eroded by Muggles, and our blood is getting thinner day by day. And I, even if I bear a bad reputation, I still choose to fight for our ethnic group."

"My lord..." Snape didn't know what to say for a moment.

"How many people can understand? Even my Death Eaters, who join me for their own purposes, of course, I don't care. They are ignorant and superficial. But Severus, the reason I tell you so much, It is because I know that you can understand, you have a bright mind and a sharp eye." Voldemort stood up and opened his arms excitedly, "I hope you know that we are creating a great history. After dozens or hundreds of years, people Will praise our vision, praise my name, and lament your contribution to this great cause."

Snape immediately lowered his head in trepidation: "Master, I am just your servant, following in your footsteps. All glory belongs to you."

"Don't say that, Severus, don't think I've forgotten the sacrifice you made. A talented person like you is still wronged to be a potions professor at Hogwarts today. Get the wealth and status commensurate with your talents." Voldemort's voice was very warm, "You will be rewarded, and becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts is just the beginning."

Snape looked up at Voldemort, not without surprise.

"I haven't forgotten your happiness either. Believe me, after our victory, when people understand the greatness of our cause, countless young, beautiful, noble-born witches will crazily admire you and beg for your mercy."

Even though Snape was deeply scheming, he couldn't help but froze for a moment when he thought of this scene.

Voldemort laughed loudly, "Severus, Severus, now you remind me of when you first joined us... I have never forgotten the light in your eyes, reminding me When I was younger myself."

Snape looked up into those scarlet eyes, but this time Voldemort didn't use Legilimency on him - he had already seen what he wanted to see in the other's expression.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction: "Go, Severus, my loyal friend. Bring our faith to the students of Hogwarts. I entrust you with this vital task. You must let the young A generation of wizards understands what a great cause we are in for."

Snape stood obediently.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the living room.With a wave of Voldemort's wand, the heavy door burst open, and outside stood Crabbe, Goyle, and old Parkinson.

Voldemort waved for Snape to sit down: "Stay with me for a while, we are all your students."

Goyle and Crabbe moved into the living room, their eyes fixed on the table, and they didn't dare to lift their eyelids.

"Young Crabbe, Young Goyle, very well, your father sent you here," said Voldemort slowly. "Your father messed up and angered me, but there is a new generation of grown-up wizards in your family too. Yes. Tell me, you won't disappoint me again, will you?"

The two big boys didn't dare to answer, they just nodded desperately.

Snape was silent by the side, but he knew that the performance of the two teenagers had already disappointed Voldemort - Crabbe and Goyle were no more talented or intelligent than their father - the two children even the school It is very difficult to cope with the schoolwork, what good will it do to get into the muddy water of the Death Eaters?

Voldemort turned his gaze to old Parkinson.

"Parkinson, I remember that you have a daughter who is also an adult. Why didn't you bring her along? Is the new generation of Parkinson unwilling to serve the Dark Lord?"

Old Parkinson arched his back: "No master! Our whole family is loyal! It's just the little girl... the little girl..."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at the gorgeously dressed wizard, and old Parkinson's face was beaded with sweat.

"No!" Crabbe interrupted suddenly, and the eyes of all the wizards in the room fell on him immediately.The boy's face turned pale for a moment, then turned red immediately, he opened and closed his mouth, without uttering a word for a long time.

Voldemort leaned back on the high-backed chair with great interest, his pale fingers gripping his wand little by little.

Snape's mind was spinning rapidly.Of all the people present, apart from Crabbe, perhaps only Snape knew why he spoke suddenly - perhaps not even his friend Goyle.

At the Yule Ball at the Triwizard Tournament a few years ago, Marciana had said "poor Draco", and Snape thought about it for a long time before finally understanding what she meant.

But there was one thing that even Marciana didn't notice—while Draco and Pansy were dancing and eyeing Hermione and Krum with envy, his humble follower, Clara Bu, was looking at him and his partner in the same way.

Crabbe was not a bright boy, and if he said a wrong word, he would hurt himself and Parkinson.I had to try to help him cover it up.

Crabbe suddenly found his tongue: "Pan—Parkinson's no... I can serve you better! I'll do whatever you ask me to do, and I'll do it well. She's just a girl, and I I am the next generation head of the Crabbe family, and I can do better!"

Snape breathed a sigh of relief - Crabbe had a flash of wit.That's a good answer.

Voldemort put on a bored expression—he was used to seeing Death Eaters vying for favor in front of him, and he probably thought that Crabbe was afraid that he would be robbed of the limelight before he was reused.

Old Parkinson also went on to say: "Yes, master. I'm ashamed to say that my wife spoiled that child. She can do nothing but dress up for pleasure, and even her character is arrogant and willful. I really feel ashamed..."

"Okay!" Voldemort waved his hand impatiently, "Stand back. Crabbe, Goyle, you stay here, Lord Dark Lord will teach you a thing or two personally."

Both Snape and the old Parkinson backed out, the old Parkinson took out his handkerchief and stamped his forehead, and looked at Snape in embarrassment.Snape pretended not to see his pale face, turned and went to the potions room.He still has a lot of medicine to boil today.

As he walked towards the potions room, he replayed in his mind what he had just done in front of Voldemort.

Snape felt that he had reached the pinnacle of acting in his life today.

He hadn't expected Voldemort's sudden confession, and what he said was so sweet.If it was true, when he heard these words, maybe tears would fill his eyes, and he wished he could die.Even at the age of 28, after hearing Voldemort's ideals, he might feel a little shaken, feeling that personal grievances are not so important in front of a grand career.

But now?

Snape pushed open the door of the potions room and began brewing a large batch of healing and restoring potions.

There are a large number of wizards who are tortured every day in the dungeon, including Voldemort's opponents, ordinary wizards who refuse to help him, and Death Eaters who have made mistakes.If it weren't for the potion to hang their lives, most of them would have died long ago.Voldemort only vented his anger or let his bloodthirsty dark creatures wreak havoc, but it was Snape who bound up the bleeding wounds of these people after being tortured and poured potions on them every day.

Fight for our kind?joke.

By the time Snape walked out of the potions room wearily, it was already completely dark.He walked outside, only to find Crabbe practicing spells over and over again in a corner.

"Why are you still here?" Snape frowned. "What time is it? You should go home. Also, what are you practicing? Why do I sound like Fiendfire? Do you want to burn us all to death?"

Crabbe straightened up reflexively, as he did in school. "No, Professor. I mean, yes, the Dark Lord taught us powerful spells, but I haven't learned any of them yet..."

"Go home!" Snape said sternly, "You won't get better if you practice without eating or sleeping like this."

"I can't...I have to practice. I have to prove to the Dark Lord that I'm capable," said Crabbe stubbornly. "I have to prove that I'm good enough. I'm good enough to serve him!"

With that said, Crabbe picked up his wand, ignored Snape and started practicing again.

Snape was so angry that he was about to roll up his sleeves to teach this kid what it meant to respect a teacher, when suddenly footsteps came from the corner of the corridor.

Bellatrix stepped out of the shadows and approached the two wizards step by step, with a smile on her face.

"Snape... and sweet little Crabbe. What are you doing?"

"I'm practicing a Charm, Lady Lestrange," said Crabbe nervously.

"It doesn't look like it's going well." Bella let out a soft laugh, "Like a father, like a son."

Crabbe bowed his head in embarrassment.

"What are you doing here again?" Snape said impatiently.

"None of your business, Snape." Bella's malicious smile widened, she walked behind Crabbe, put her hands on the boy's shoulders, leaned her body in front of Crabbe like a snake, twisted Neck whispered in his ear.

"Let me tell you a trick - the key is not to control your magic. Let it get out of hand, let it all come out..."

"Shut up, Bellatrix!" Snape interrupted her almost roughly. "He's practicing Fiendfire! Are you trying to kill him!"

Bellatrix spread her hands innocently: "I'm just passing on my experience."

"Don't listen to her, Crabbe!" Snape gave Crabbe a warning look, "Go home soon!"

Crabbe glanced at the confronting wizard and witch in horror, turned around and left quickly.

Bellatrix looked at the boy's disappearing back, and clicked her tongue regretfully.She turned her head and showed a smile, the corners of her mouth were sharp and sharp, with a vicious cold light: "Speaking of which, I have some news to reveal to our well-informed double agent... The master just talked to me in secret." We had a conversation. I persuaded him, why not let us help kill Potter? If he allowed us to kill the boy, Potter would have been turned into ashes. I told the master that we Death Eaters are nothing more than the master What is the difference between the tool in your hand and the wand? What is the difference between us killing Potter and the master himself killing Potter?"

She rolled her big black eyes and nailed Snape's face, "Guess what Master said?"

"Bellatrix, you really impress me." Snape sneered, "I thought you were already arrogant enough in front of us, but I didn't expect that you thought you could be wiser than the Dark Lord. Master He has his own reasons for ordering this way, and I will not question his decision."

Bella's face turned livid, but she quickly evoked a smug smile: "But...he agreed."

"You're lying." Snape said flatly, "You don't know the reason why the master did this at all. The Dark Lord would never agree to such a thing."

"Am I lying?" Bella smiled more happily, "Aren't you the best at guessing people's hearts, you should know best if I am lying?"

Snape's eyes flicked sharply across the witch's face, but no words came out.

"I told you he trusted me more than you," Bellatrix said softly. "Soon, it will all be over. Tomorrow, the master will deliver his orders to every Death Eater, every Werewolves, giants, dementors, every werewolf, giant, dementor... the moment Potter shows up, who we control with the Imperius Curse, will be torn to shreds. We'll be victorious, clean and tidy."

She shrugged pretendingly: "To be honest, I don't mind killing a few more pure-blooded scum and mudbloods for my master, but Sissy cries in my ears every day, every day, it's really annoying--now she always It's time to be happy. And you, our hedging Slytherin head..." Bellatrix approached Snape with a half-smile, "What do you do when you see Potter? You Will it do what you claim...kill him?"

"I will do what the Dark Lord tells me to do," Snape replied evenly.

Bellatrix snorted coldly: "I never trusted you, and it's the same now. There are always some problems with you that I can't figure out, for example...how did you escape to the Order of the Phoenix after Larosa survived?" , and managed to maintain your spy status? Why didn't she expose you?"

"You really, really like to have me repeat what I said to my master. Since you have a bad memory, I'll say it again—I convinced Dumbledore that I was forced, and Dumbledore convinced La Rosa."

"Stop fooling me with that trick!" Bella raised her voice, "Master may believe your words, but I don't believe a word. Dumbledore's stupidity may be persuaded by you, but Larosa, huh She is a witch with revenge in her veins, and even Dumbledore can't stop her if she wants to deal with you."

"Really? Have you ever considered that maybe it's because Larosa doesn't like to question and disobey her master." Snape showed a sarcastic smile, "That's very different from you."

"Nonsense! Nonsense! No one can be more faithful than me!" Bellatrix was finally completely enraged and drew out her wand.

Snape was already prepared, stopped the poisonous curse she threw, and said lazily: "Whatever you think."

Bellatrix was shaking with anger, but suddenly she calmed down.The furious and distorted face instantly changed into a weird smile, and the speed of the transformation was creepy.

"It doesn't matter, La Rosa will be finished sooner or later. After we tear up their savior, the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix will be wiped out sooner or later. Once we are no longer afraid of killing Potter, he How many times can your luck save him?"

The author has something to say: Snape: Dumbledore taught her.

Voldemort: I believe it.

Snape: ...so Dumbledore's blame method is so easy to use?

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Voldemort: We will fight the world well in the future, and the organization promises to send you CP, are you moved?

Maya smiled.

Snape: Organization, did you see that witch with the sword?Yes, getting closer to that one.You help me push it up, I will withdraw first.

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This chapter doesn't mean to whitewash Voldemort, it's just, well, the bad guy doesn't think he is a bad guy.