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"Draco, how are things going?"

The young man who was suddenly named by the Dark Lord trembled, raised his pale and thin face, his lips quivered a few times, and said in panic, "It's still in progress, my master..."

"I thought you could be like your little uncle," Voldemort looked at Draco Malfoy with red eyes, "Regulus also served me at a young age. But I may be wrong, obviously he more capable than you."

"It's been more than half a year, Draco, you've dragged on for too long." Voldemort walked slowly to his side, grabbed his shoulders with his dry and bloodless hands, and whispered softly in his ear, " If you cannot kill him, I will kill you."

"Sorry...Master, I will get it done as soon as possible..." Draco's face was already as white as a piece of paper, and the fear of death made his body tremble uncontrollably.

Voldemort patted him on the shoulder, "Do it well, boy, after all, as soon as you get back to Hogwarts tomorrow, I won't be able to mention you any more."

Danica raised her eyes, and the face of the Malfoy child no longer had the fanaticism and admiration she saw last time, only fear and panic, as if he only now knew what kind of darkness he had stepped into.There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, and she lowered her head again, silently as if she didn't exist.

Voldemort sat back in his chair and glanced around at the silent Death Eaters present, followers of fear or greed, he paused when he glanced at Danica, and he looked at the next person after a few seconds .In the silence, Voldemort's hoarse voice slowly sounded, "My friends, the current Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, I think he is a little too eager for quick success. He ordered the arrest of Death Eaters everywhere, oh Poor Stan, all caught in Azkaban."

"Stan? Stan Sampark, that conductor on the Knights bus? He thinks Stan is a Death Eater?" Dolphin Roll asked in surprise, and then he let out a merciless laugh. The man also laughed mockingly, "This is too funny!"

"Although I don't mind having one more follower," Voldemort waited for them to quiet down, "but Scrimgeour really annoys me."

"Kill him!" bellaclitus yelled, with a look of excitement on his face.

Voldemort glanced at her faintly, "Who is going to kill him? Are you going, Bella? You can't even go to the Ministry of Magic to grab a prophecy crystal ball, and you want to assassinate under the protection of so many Aurors?" minister?"

Bellaclitus shrank her head, her expression became a little scared, and she didn't dare to say anything more.

"Danica, tell me what you think." Voldemort's eyes fell on the silent witch.

"I think we need to be more cautious and plan carefully before taking action." Danica said in a calm tone, not caring about the many gazes cast on her.

"Yes, kill or kill," Voldemort said appreciatively, looking at her, "but we must plan carefully, I can't let you be imprisoned in Azkaban again, on the contrary—"

He looked away, looking at each of the Death Eaters, "I want you to occupy the Ministry of Magic!"

After the Christmas holiday, on the night of the first day of the new semester, Harry came to the principal's office with ease, and continued his after-school research with Professor Dumbledore. matter.In fact, this extracurricular tutoring has been going on for a semester, but there is still no progress.

"Harry, this is not long, but this is the most important memory I have collected," Dumbledore took out a small crystal bottle from his pocket, the contents of the bottle were a little condensed, and finally poured it all into the Pensieve , "Okay, let's look at this again..."

Harry felt dropped into the silvery surface again, this time falling right in front of someone, a much younger Horace Slughorn, Hogwarts' new Potions teacher this year.

Dumbledore appeared beside him, and Harry looked around to find them standing in Slughorn's office.Six or seven boys were sitting around him, and Harry recognized Riddle immediately. He had the handsomest face and the most relaxed look, with his right hand resting casually on the arm of the chair, wearing the Marvo Luo's black gemstone ring.

"Sir, is Professor Mellors retiring?" asked Tom Riddle.

"Tom, I know I can't tell you," Slughorn said to him reproachfully, blinking rapidly, "but I have to say, boy, you know more than the average teacher. "

Riddle smiled slightly, and the other boys gave him admiring glances.

"You are a ghost, you will know things you shouldn't know, and you will be careful to please important people - by the way, thank you for your pineapple, this is my favorite -"

Several boys snickered, but suddenly a strange thing happened.The room was suddenly enveloped in a thick white mist, and Slughorn's voice sounded in the room, loud and somewhat unnaturally loud, "—you will make mistakes, boy, mark my words."

The fog cleared, and the little golden clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

"God, is it time already?" Slughorn urged. "Time to go, boys, or we'll be in trouble. Lestrange, hand in your essay tomorrow, or you'll be in detention. So will you." , Avery."

The boys filed out, but Riddle didn't move, just stood up from his chair.Slughorn turned to find him still, and said, "Come on, Tom, you don't want to be caught staying out at lights out, you're a prefect—"

The tall black-haired boy interrupted him, "Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask, boy, ask..."

"Sir, I want to ask you if you know—" He paused, "Horcruxes."

The expression on Slughorn's face suddenly became a little frightened, and a thick fog filled the room again.His voice sounded loudly again, just as before.

"I don't know anything about Horcruxes, and even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you! Get out now, and don't let me hear you mention this again!"

Dumbledore said calmly beside Harry, "Well, that's it. We should go."

Harry's feet left the ground, and a few seconds later they landed on the rug in front of Dumbledore's desk.He asked in a daze, "That's all?"

"That's all." Dumbledore sat back behind the desk, "I think Tom has found a way to escape death by then."

Harry thought about it carefully, in this very short memory fragment, Riddle only asked one question, "Horcrux?"

"Yes," Dumbledore took out a book from under the desk, "this kind of unknown black magic, I think he may have found this book in the library. It contains very detailed production methods .This book was brought by someone very special—oh, here she is.”

A green fire suddenly ignited in the fireplace, and a man in a black robe came out from it, carrying the chill of the night, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Long time no see, Harry."

"You're a bit late, Danica," said Dumbledore, smiling.

Danica took a chair, sat across from him, shrugged, "some things have been delayed, I told you, I often make up lessons there, he seems to think that I am particularly fond of black magic. You give Ha Have you seen Leigh, Slughorn's memory?"

"Just finished watching."

"Then it's not too late for me to—"

"Wait a minute," interrupted Harry, startled and angry, "Professor Dumbledore, I saw Danica in my dream the other day, she was by Voldemort's side, when he looked at her , I am in a good mood—"

"Shut up, Potter." Danica yelled, her face turned cold.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.Harry stared at her angrily, while Danica looked at him indifferently.Dumbledore had to mediate in the middle, "Harry, I think I've told you many times that you must cut off the connection with his brain, and I also asked Snape to teach you Occlumency."

"Don't you understand me? She's a Death Eater! She's that man's lackey!" Harry yelled.

"I know, I've known her from the first day she was a Death Eater," said Dumbledore, looking at him with wise eyes, as if he were watching a child throwing a tantrum, "but she's from our side .”

Harry said angrily that Dumbledore had concealed too many things from him, "Is it your spy again? You always trust these unreliable people, Snape is one, she is another—"

Danica interrupted him indifferently, "If the prophecy is true, believe it or not, I do fervently hope that the last survivor will be you, savior boy."

He scratched his hair irritably, "Don't call me that!"

"I believe you have also seen that the memory just now was tampered with by Slughorn. We need real memory, which will undoubtedly be our most critical information." Danica raised her eyebrows, "I found him The method of immortality, but I suspect that there is more than one Horcrux, so the task of trying to get Slughorn to hand over his true memories is up to you."

Harry stared at her with wide eyes, "Why did you instruct me—"

Danica ignored his questioning, stood up, nodded slightly to Dumbledore, "I think that's it for tonight, if there is any more news, I will come back." She strode into the fireplace, grabbed a Put Floo powder.

"I'll be the knife closest to his heart in your hand, Potter."

Harry saw the young woman in the green flames saying this, her expression reflected by the fire was very tough.He couldn't help but believe that maybe what she said was true.

"You talk too much, Harry." Dumbledore stood beside him at some point, "She hates Voldemort as much as you do. Do you think she volunteered to become a Death Eater?"

He let out a very soft sigh, "There are too many helplessness in this world, and not all black is pure black, and all white is pure white. Harry, you are still too young, maybe you can't understand, But it doesn't matter, one day you will understand what I said today."

But until the end of February and into March, the rain replaced the snow, Danica did not get any good news from Dumbledore, obviously the real memory that Slughorn wanted to cover up was not so Easy to get.And she didn't make much progress on Voldemort's side, how many people were killed by Death Eaters every day, new black magic and so on.But there was one thing that made her more uneasy. She found that Voldemort stared at her silently more and more times, and even recently she could meet his eyes when she raised her head.

On March [-]st, it was rare for Danica not to go to the Riddle Mansion, and she could rest when she was free.In the early morning when it was still daylight, there was a rustling sound of dressing around her.

"Fred, why are you up so early?" Danica squinted at him in a daze.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" He paused for buttoning his clothes, continued to put on his clothes quickly, and then came to the bed, stroking her soft hair, "Today is Ron's birthday, George and I plan to surprise him in Hogsmeade, but we need to go there early and settle the purchase of the seasoning. Wait until I get back, Danica."

She subconsciously nodded obediently, in exchange for a soft kiss.Then she fell asleep again.When she woke up again, it was already noon.

Danica walked out of the room barefoot, her elm wand placed by the bed.Like a Muggle, she simply made some food for herself, then turned on the TV and nestled on the sofa to watch a TV series.The time was passed in this way, and it passed quickly, and before you knew it, it was already dark.

Danica was a little puzzled as to why Fred hadn't come back. While continuing to watch the love and hatred of several people on the TV, she scratched Niffler's belly, and it narrowed its eyes comfortably.She yawned boredly, and it didn't take long before she slowly closed her eyes.

When Fred hurried out of the fireplace late at night, he saw warmth in the house: Danica curled up on the sofa and fell asleep, and the late-night episode was still playing on the TV.Xixiu was sleeping soundly holding a shiny object under the leg of the sofa, while Palaser stared warily and turned to look at him when he came in.

Fred rubbed Palather's little head hard, walked up to Danica and squatted down, looking at her sleeping face.He watched it for a long time, until the chill in his heart dissipated a lot. The fact that Ron was almost poisoned to death today hit him a bit hard, and he is still a little scared now.

He stood up, bent down, picked Danica up from the sofa, and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.He slowed down gently, not wanting to wake her up.But Danica tilted her head and accidentally touched the metal button of his coat. She was jolted by the ice and woke up instantly.

"Fred, did you just come back? Did something happen?" Danica put her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling.

His expression was still a little gloomy, "Ron was poisoned and almost died. Fortunately, Harry thought of using bezoar to cure all poisons in time, so he saved his life. Later, I'm afraid..."

Danica rubbed his face, reassuring him wordlessly.Fred took a deep breath, lifted her up, and continued to walk on the stairs, "I know that people often die now, but I can't imagine people in my family dying suddenly like this...I must It's going to break down..." He pushed open the door to the second-floor bedroom, "Also, the reason why Ron got poisoned was because of the love potion that George and I sold. A girl bought it and wanted to use it on Harry, Ron Ron accidentally hit it. After Harry asked the professor to help make the antidote, when Slughorn took out a bottle of wine to celebrate his birthday, Ron took a sip and fell down. The poison was in the bottle of wine. "

He put Danica on the bed and scratched her hair a little irritably, "If we hadn't sold that girl the love potion, then things wouldn't have happened."

"Fred," Danica gently took his hand, "don't blame yourself, you and George are good people, you never tried to use joke merchandise to do really bad things, just buy your stuff people have bad thoughts."

Fred held her back without a word, the momentary confusion was shattered by her, now she is his strength.He unbuttoned his coat and climbed onto the bed, put his arm around Danica's waist, and met her gaze.Not long after, he suddenly raised a hand to cover her eyes, "Oh Danica, don't look at me like that, I can't stand it..."

Danica sneered, "What do I think of you?"

There seemed to be light in her eyes, and Fred could see his own reflection clearly, occupying her pupils completely.Bright and charming.

"You really... fascinate me..." He sighed in a low voice.

Danica cupped his face suddenly, kissed him loudly on the lips, and said with a smile, "I love you, Fred."

"...you seduced me again." Fred finally laughed, "I love you too...now I want to love you too!"

He lifted the hem of Danica's loose house jacket and slipped right in, making Danica gasp.

Another beautiful room.

On the other side, in the Riddle Mansion.Voldemort unconsciously rubbed the ruby ​​ring on his hand, staring blankly at the void.Nagini crawled hissing in circles at his feet, trying to get his attention.

He stayed in his own thinking world, thinking about it quietly.He couldn't figure out why he always looked at Danica unconsciously, and he couldn't figure out why her indifferent look attracted him so much, and he couldn't figure out why he kept thinking about the scene where she appeared .

Voldemort stopped what he was doing, his gaze suddenly became a little blank.He subconsciously resisted this strange emotion, and even used Occlumency to empty out useless thoughts and memories in order to resist it.He thought that he might be too busy recently, so he had some thoughts about what to do.

Finally feeling much cleaner in his head, Voldemort stood up, and Nagini obediently followed behind him.His black robe fluttered with his footsteps, carrying his arrogance and arrogance, and gradually disappeared around the corner.

The author has something to say:

1. The fragments of Slughorn’s memory are taken from the original work, and Danica has also read these memories. I thought about it, maybe Dumbledore trusted Danica more than Voldemort. Judging from the personalities of the two of them, Voldemort may It's hard to really trust someone completely, even if you have a slight liking for her.Those readers who questioned me earlier were right.

2. Draco's mission was only known to a few people, Voldemort did not tell Danica.

3. Second watch at night!