[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

"You." The Dark Lord's high-pitched and cold voice echoed in the house, and the chosen person raised his head belatedly, and then a look of panic appeared on his face, "I have a task for you."

It was the spies lurking in the Ministry of Magic that the Dark Lord was looking at.

"Master," the spy whispered, bowing his head deeply.While distracted, a mysterious mission unexpectedly fell from the sky.This person is not an important role in the Death Eaters, and has been on the verge of being forgotten all year round. This time the ambush into the Ministry of Magic was the first task assigned by Voldemort.

Seeing this situation, Bellatrix sneered mockingly: "This is not a reliable choice, master."

Voldemort ignored Bella. He looked at the spy with a red light in his eyes: "I want you to assassinate Harry Potter."

"What?" The spy's shoulders shook, and he stammered, "Assassinate...Potter?"

"Yes." The Dark Lord replied clearly, "go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place and deal with that boy."

The Death Eaters around the long table cast sympathetic or gloating glances at the poor spy.Assassinating Harry Potter is not a good job. If successful, he will naturally become the Dark Lord's favorite subordinate from then on, but—the probability of success is almost zero.

"Do you want to?"

This is not an inquiry.

Is the order.

The spy shuddered and nodded silently.

"I'll give you a month," said Voldemort, thinking he was magnanimous. "That should be enough, right?"

"Dumbledore," Snape walked into the headmaster's office with a sullen expression, followed by McGonagall, "I hope you can give me an explanation."

He held a handkerchief in his hand, and held a few silver "drops" on the handkerchief.

"Albus, Severus found this in his office." McGonagall explained, her lips pursed into a straight line, which is usually a sign of her extreme displeasure, "falling in the office It's very inconspicuous on the ground, I don't know how long it's been there."

Dumbledore stepped forward to look at the drops of water, and before he reached out to touch them, Snape warned darkly, "You'd better not touch them."

"I've never seen—"

"Don't you know that, Dumbledore?" Snape asked, his eyes gleaming with anger. "It's a Muggle-made thing, and it's deadly poisonous."

Visible surprise crossed Dumbledore's face: "It's in your office?"

"I want to know why." The portraits of the headmasters on the wall were whispering about this matter, Snape's expression was ugly, "someone has clearly entered my office without permission, and this person has malicious intentions towards me .”

"I believe there will be no student who hates you to the point of killing someone." McGonagall declared unhappily, "I don't want to doubt our students."

"I don't doubt the student, Dumbledore, but I want an explanation." Snape literally spat out the words, "The poisoner obviously did it on purpose."

"Has anyone been in your office lately?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, a student who was punished for compulsory labor. It was he who found these shiny little things on the ground when he was going out." Snape replied stiffly, "If he didn't find out, I'm afraid I would have foolishly fallen for it. , die."

"Besides him?"

"There's one more." Snape glanced at McGonagall. "Aurora Smith, the one who claimed to come to Hogwarts to give a Squib equality lecture."

"Why did she come to your office?"

"She said she wanted to visit, and I agreed, provided that she didn't take half a step beyond the door frame." Snape bared his teeth, "However, these things were found not far from the door. Perhaps she took advantage of the Maybe Professor Bubbaji did something when he wasn't paying attention!"

"But what reason does she have to harm you?" McGonagall blurted out.

Snape glanced at Dumbledore, with a half-smile: "Of course she does."

"They're suspicious," McNeil said. "I'm being followed."

"who is it?"

"I don't know. It's just those few people... After the little Barty incident, exposing yourself will not end well, and the Ministry of Magic will no longer be lenient."

The Order of the Phoenix ignored Bellatrix's message, and the Dark Lord seemed to have forgotten about Barty Jr.

"I want to know about the magic that protects 12 Grimmauld Place," demanded the spy. "What does it look like?"

"Did the Dark Lord give you a mission?" McNeill sighed, and told all the information he knew, "I don't know exactly which magics are working, but 12 Grimmauld Place will detect traces of magic, once it It thinks a wizard is trying to break into the house, and it immediately notifies the people in the house, and I guess, the Order of the Phoenix and even Dumbledore himself."

The spy was thoughtful.

"The task that the Dark Lord gave you is impossible." McNeil said with deep sympathy, "This is a suicide task."

"I have no choice," replied the spy. "If I refuse, the Dark Lord will kill me."

McNeill glanced at the other party: "Why do you do things for him?"

"And why are you doing things for him?"

"I'm a pure-blood," McNeil said. "Are you?"

"I'm not," the spy denied. "I helped him because...he said he would avenge me."

The two were silent for a moment.

"So," the spy went on, "if 12 Grimmauld Place is hidden among a bunch of Muggle houses, how am I going to see it? I mean... I can't try to get into a building I'm looking at. The missing house."

"You'd see it if someone was going in or out of 12 Grimmauld Place. But only if they walked straight in from the Muggle street and didn't Apparate onto the front steps."

The spy couldn't help laughing: "Would they choose to walk home instead of apparating?"

"Blake may not, and the other visitors may not. But his wife, the former Mrs. Parkinson, may." McNeill reminded, "You have to be patient, maybe she will give you a chance."