[HP] Years Whisk

"Is it packed? Sissy," Lucius asked, wearing a white dress with rich patterns, on the side of the stairs in the hall of Black Manor to the second floor.

"Now—" Narcissa's voice came from above the wooden stairs.

"Okay," Lucius muttered in a low voice, "Father is right. The necessary condition to be a gentleman is to be patient and patient." He waved his wand slightly bored, and with the swing of the tip of the wand, an It glowed with white magic, sometimes taking the shape of a Christmas wreath, sometimes the shape of a decorative article on a staircase, and a moment later a pattern of Malfoy's family crest.

"I'm fine." Narcissa hurried down the stairs following the sound of 'thump thump thump' footsteps.She is wearing a water blue diamond-encrusted palace-style dance dress today, paired with slightly high-heeled black dancing shoes, which looks playful and cute.

"Let's go," Lucius blinked: "My father is already waiting for us at the manor." He took Narcissa's hand naturally: "And I just greeted Mrs. Black, she wished us a good time. have fun"

"Okay then," Narcissa took a breath, tucked her blond hair that was a little messed up behind her ears, straightened the folds of her skirt, and looked up at Lucius: "Let's go."

Meanwhile, Lestrange Manor.

Bella wore a black evening dress, which was cut cleanly and made her look like a female warrior who is about to go to war.Completely out of touch with her evening gown, she didn't wear a high heel for dinner, but a pair of leather boots suitable for sports or even combat.

Although it was still daytime, perhaps because of the weather, Lestrange Manor was as gloomy as night.The sky of the manor was covered with thick dark clouds, and the bright sun became very stingy, and refused to give even a ray of sunshine to this place.Maybe it's because the deciduous woods are planted here, and the dry and bare branches make the manor look very depressed and forbidding, without the slightest sense of vitality of the Black manor planted with pines and cypresses.There seemed to be no one in the manor, and it seemed that someone was staring in the dark.Maybe there was a wild cat passing by, and a few jackdaws flew out of the branches in the distance "Pu Ling Ling", and flew to a further place with strange calls.

Bella frowned, she hated that feeling in her heart.So she stopped at the gate of the manor.

Bella didn't know if she made the right choice to come here, just like she didn't know what kind of result she wanted from this meeting.

Before coming here, Bella felt that she was fully prepared, and she could accept any unexpected consequences; but when she actually arrived at the gate of Lestrange Manor, she felt hesitant again, as if she had mustered up her courage before and devoted herself to it. She was not the one who lied and wanted to go.

She knew she was looking to the world for an answer.

But first of all, she didn't really know what the question was, and secondly, she didn't even know where she should find the answer.

She vaguely felt that the question seemed to be similar to the three ultimate questions raised by Socrates in philosophy: 'Who am I?Where do I come from?Where am I going? ' But it seems not.Because she thought, her question was more specific than that.It was as if a voice kept asking in her heart: 'What is the meaning of your existence? '

In fact, from a very young age, Bella knew exactly who she was and what she wanted to do.

She is the eldest daughter of this generation of the Black family. Maybe she will inherit Black in the future, and maybe the family will marry her off in the future.In any case, she is willing to make any 'sacrifice' for the glory of the family.

For a long time, Bella felt deeply proud and proud that she belonged to the 'forever pure' Black family from the bottom of her heart.She enjoys the wealth, reputation and various conveniences brought to her by this family, and she is ready to 'dedicate' herself to this family one day.

So when the war started now, Bella felt that it was time for her to take some responsibility for the family.

In this war between pure blood and hemp wizards, Bella felt that she should be on the side of pure blood as a matter of course.Because first of all, she is a pure-blood wizard, and their family is proud of the wizard family because of pure blood; secondly, she is also a nobleman, and she is the eldest daughter of the Black family, so she should be the initiator or leader of this war. By.However, her father's attitude made her unable to see through.

Her father, Cygnus Black, was also one of the leaders of the pure-blood nobles, but in this war, he did not stand on any side, but just watched with cold eyes.Even in the face of provocations from certain pure-blood families, he remained calm.

Bella didn't quite agree with her father's approach. Sometimes she even felt that what Rodolphus Lestrange said could make sense. Her father might have grown old and lost the vigor of youth, and just wanted to stick to the rules , I don't want any further disturbances.Therefore, Bella thought to herself, it is time for me to take on this responsibility, to innovate and lead the Black family to a new glory.So she tricked her father, agreed to Rodolphus Lestrange's invitation, and came to Lestrange Manor on Christmas Day.She wanted to meet the man revered as 'King' by those radical pure-blood families.She had a hunch that maybe today, she could get the answer to the question she had been looking for.

"Honorable Miss Black, are you lost? Little Master Rodolphus found that you have been staying here for a while, so he sent me to ask." With a bang, a house elf appeared in the In front of Bella, he bowed deeply, his nose almost touching the instep of his feet.Immediately, he lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Bella, and said to her in fear. "If you are going to the Christmas ball, please come with me, the little master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Bella nodded slightly, and he saluted again as if he had been pardoned: "Then, please go this way."

Bella followed the house-elf into the banquet hall.

Different from the slightly shabby or depressed gardens, the interior of Lestrange Manor is very luxuriously decorated, with handrails and decorations made of gold everywhere, and the floor made of polished marble is dotted with different colored quartz stone mosaics. The pattern patterns made by hand, huge pearls are inlaid in the wall, and together with all kinds of rare shells, they are arranged in the pattern of swimming snakes-these decorations do not seem to have aristocratic background at all, it is almost like putting all the expensive The things that belonged to him were all put on the bright side, like a nouveau riche, Bella thought with a little disgust.

"Welcome, welcome, what a distinguished guest, Miss Bellatrix Black." Rodolphus Lestrange spotted Bella walking in from the hall, and greeted the scantily clad female companion beside him. , got up amidst the somewhat reproachful exchange of eyebrows and eyes of his female companion, turned around and walked towards Bella.He was wearing a black tuxedo with a brown fur cloak outside, but it looked like a clumsy bear, and Bella curled her lips in disdain.

"I knew you would come, because you are not willing." He took a glass of champagne from the hand of the maid who only slightly covered the vital parts, and smiled at Bella knowingly: "We will It should be a kind of people, because we all have ambitions and youthful vigor."

"Stop talking nonsense, do you know who I'm here for?" Bella raised her chin.It was also the first time for her to participate in such a 'chaotic' ball. The maids at this ball were all in revealing clothes, and even the guests' costumes were very 'bold'. Bella could see that men and women in some corners had begun to flirt ambiguously.She is very unaccustomed to such occasions, and she despises these fun-seeking people in her heart, so she deliberately shows her pride to show that she is not "in the same boat" as this group of people.

Rodolphus Lestrange didn't care about Bella's haughty tone, instead he teased Bella: "Aren't you scared? Or—" he looked at Bella's expression: "You're shy Haven't you ever been in an event like this? Girl, you're almost grown. How did the Blacks teach you? Look at my brother Rabastan. He's a kid with no hair yet. Women deal. You—” He watched Bella's drawn wand and fierce eyes, and closed his mouth silently.

"When can I see him?" Bella said succinctly.

"Okay, okay. I'll take you right away." Rodolphs drank the champagne in his hand, and led Bella out through a side door.

Bella followed Rodolphus for a long walk, passing through several corridors.Gradually, Bella found that the surrounding decorations became much more elegant. Although the things used were still luxurious, they were rich in heritage.They stopped before an ebony door trimmed with obsidian doorknobs.

"Listen, Bellatrix." Rodolphus' expression became serious: "The Lord is inside. He doesn't like too many people disturbing him, so he didn't join our banquet. I asked him and said You want to see him, and he graciously agreed, so you can just go in and meet him now. When you meet him, you will understand how great Lord's thoughts are, and you will definitely make them like 'us'. The most correct choice."

Bella pushed open the heavy ebony door, and a large library appeared before her eyes.

This room is full of tall bookshelves, and many books are piled up here, which can be seen at a glance as relatively old lonely books.Bella looked towards the end of those bookcases, and as far as her eyes could see was a large French window, a handsome young man was sitting at a rosewood desk writing something with a quill.Hearing the "squeak" sound of the door opening, he unhurriedly raised his head and looked sharply at the person who came.

Bella was stunned for a moment under his almost substantive scrutiny. She felt that she had no secrets in front of this person—this person seemed too wise and too powerful.She swallowed, barely calmed down, and did not act rudely.

But that person relaxed his aura after scanning Bella's identity. He put down the pen in his hand and raised a noble smile at Bella. He said in a comfortable tone, "Are you Miss Black?" Although it was a question, it felt like an affirmation when he said it confidently.

"Yes." Bella straightened up involuntarily, like a student answering a professor's question.

The man smiled again: "Come and sit, Miss Black." He just waved his wand lightly, and a book across the desk became a beautifully carved baroque chair.Then he tapped the table lightly with his wand, and a house-elf appeared, respectfully bringing over a steaming cup of black tea.

Bella walked over.She cautiously sat on the chair that the man had just conjured up with the advanced transfiguration technique.The man guided the teapot with magic power, poured a cup of tea for Bella and himself, and placed them in front of them.Bella smelled the strong aroma of tea, which should be Ceylon black tea from Sri Lanka.

"You should know who I am." The man turned the teacup gracefully. "You can call me 'Voldemort', or you can respectfully call me 'Lord'." His red eyes swept towards Bella who was sitting opposite. "Rodolphs told me, do you have something to ask me?"

Bella took a deep breath, and bravely looked up at Voldemort: "I heard about you, and I want to know more about your philosophy. Why do you want to start this war between pure blood and hemp? Our pure blood Wizards are still powerful in the wizarding world, why do you have to suppress the witches? You..." She hesitated, but she still asked boldly: "Is your philosophy the same as that of Grindelwald in Germany before? ?”

Voldemort listened to Bella's question patiently, and smiled nonchalantly. He looked at Bella, like looking at an ignorant child. "You have a lot of questions." He picked up his teacup and took a sip: "But I appreciate you. Young people should have some questions about the world and society, which is a good thing." He put down Teacup, turned to Bella, with a slightly serious expression: "Then, let me answer you one by one."

"First of all, I want to point out a little mistake in your question. I did not start a war. In fact, the conflict of interest between pure blood and hemp wizards has always existed, and you admit this, right." He looked at Bei La nodded slightly, and continued, "And with the progress of the times, this kind of conflict has intensified. I just brought this kind of conflict to the surface.

"It's no use deceiving yourself and others. A contradiction is still a contradiction. It won't be said that you ignore it, and it will disappear because of it. The witches of the bastard want to share more power from us, so there will inevitably be conflicts between us." There is a compromise. I hope that we pure-blood wizards will not be the compromise party, so we seize the opportunity.

"We are born with pure wizard blood, and we are the masters of the wizarding world. Shouldn't we be more noble than those 'intruders' who have no background and no family inheritance from the outside, and those wizards of hemp seed?"

He paused slightly, and waited for Bella to digest what he said before continuing: "I know your father, Miss Black. In fact, we are old classmates. But Signus is more reserved, Compared with innovation, he hopes to maintain the original state. However, the current situation does not allow us to be so passive. So I am also very happy to see you, the younger generations who dare to fight and dare to defend your own interests. Appear."

Bella thought about it after listening to Voldemort's words.She really felt that Voldemort's words made sense, and it gave her a feeling of enlightenment.Moreover, she was attracted by the future described by Voldemort, vaguely, Bella felt that she had found her direction in this life.

However, for her, the most important thing is: "Then Mr. Voldemort, for me, I just want the Black family to maintain the splendor of my father's generation."

"Miss Black." Voldemort replied indifferently: "This is actually a very simple matter, because I am fighting to maintain the glory of our pure blood. But in this fight against the moose, we will definitely encounter There are many difficulties and obstacles, and besides those of us who 'know the truth', more ignorant masses will block us. So, I wonder how much determination you have, and how long you can persist on this road?"

"Even if the front is full of thorns, I have no fear at all. I only hope that Black's glory will last forever." Bella looked directly into those red eyes and said firmly without saying a word, as if she was just stating a fact.

"Good girl." Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Then, I can promise you that the glory of the Black family will never fall in your lifetime."