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"It's time we went to St. Mungo's to see Danica—"

As Voldemort said, a hot feeling came from his arm. He opened his lipless mouth and said excitedly, "Maybe I'll have to wait a while, it seems that someone has found Harry Potter."

He squeezed his arms and disappeared in place.The Death Eaters also scattered, following him.No one noticed that Lucius Malfoy had quietly Apparated elsewhere.

When Voldemort responded to his servant's call and came to the dilapidated little coffee shop, but he didn't see Harry Potter he wanted to catch, the two big Death Eaters in the small seat were fascinated It moved vaguely, as if it had just woken up.He glanced around, and besides that, there was only one Muggle waitress left in the cafe.

"Roll," Voldemort's voice was as cold as ice, "where is Harry Potter?"

The big blond Death Eater said tremblingly, "Master, he escaped..."

Voldemort grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. His anger made his face even more grim. "So you called me here just to tell me this? Harry Potter ran away again?"

The waitress at the side stopped chewing the gum in her mouth and walked towards them, "Hey, stop, you strange costumed weirdo! No fighting is allowed here—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was hit by a green light, her pupils were dilated, her body fell back stiffly, and there was a muffled sound.Voldemort retracted his wand, grabbed another Death Eater, Dolohov, by the collar with his other hand, and led them back to Malfoy Manor.

He threw the two big Death Eaters who were usually flamboyant on the floor, and they didn't dare to make a sound, curled up, trying to weaken their sense of existence, and even crawled into the cracks in the floor to escape.

The Death Eaters, scattered around the foyer waiting, were startled by their sudden appearance like a flock of startled birds.Voldemort's cold red eyes filled with rage swept over them, and suddenly said.

"Draco, you will punish them instead of me." Voldemort said coldly, "You know the Cruciatus Curse?"

The thinner face quickly paled, and Draco's eyes dodged a little.Voldemort acted as if he didn't see it, and urged, "Hurry up, or you will bear my wrath instead of them?"

Draco stood up slowly, and stood beside Voldemort with his wand raised. He closed his eyes and said the spell.

"Cruciate!"

Accompanied by screams of pain, Voldemort said indifferently, "Roll, Dolohov, should I do a little more, or should I stop here and feed you to Nagini? Lord Voldemort is not sure whether to forgive me this time." You..." He glanced at the others again, with threats and oppression in his eyes, "I hope you take this as a warning, I need you to go all out, what I want to hear is good news, not Harry Potter If you escape again..."

Voldemort turned to the young Malfoy, "Draco, do it again, let them feel my displeasure..."

-

Late at night, in the empty hospital corridor, the man walked barefoot on the cold tiles, and the black robe hit his ankles from time to time, like a snake, moving forward without a single sound.

With a creak, the door of the ward was pushed open by him.

He looked at the red-haired witch lying on the bed, her eyes were closed tightly, her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, she was calm and peaceful.In the dark ward, only the man's red eyes were left shining brightly in the dark night. His cold fingers gently stroked her plump forehead, high nose, and small lips...and finally settled on her fragile neck.

As if controlling his desire to close his fingers and pinch her neck, the man quickly retracted his hand, missing the goosebumps on the man's skin on the bed.

He looked at her quietly for a long time, and said in a cold tone, "I hope Lestrange is wrong. You have been lying in St. Mungo's and never woke up..." He suddenly sighed, his tone Slowed down, "Anyone can betray me, except you, you can't—"

"Danica, if you betray me, I will go mad and you will die."

He left a sentence like a whisper between lovers, and left.

Not long after he left, the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, she was looking at the ceiling thinking of something.

……

The next day, Danica Wilson, who had been "unconscious" in the special ward, woke up, and the doctor who Malfoy had suggested gave her a casual examination and left the ward.

It didn't take long for Malfoy's current family member to open the door and come in, and saw Danica looking at the book in her hand with a peaceful face, with a look of tranquility.But he was not in the mood to appreciate it. After closing the door carefully, he shouted in a low voice, "What are you doing, Wilson? You blatantly appeared at the Weasley family's wedding. I thought I remembered it wrong. You are not a prudent Ravenclaw, but a reckless Gryffindor!"

"Lucius, don't worry." Danica looked away from the pages of the book, looking at the somewhat downcast former nobleman, "I was almost discovered."

"Yes! Just a little bit! We were almost dead!" He growled, circling back and forth in the ward like a trapped animal.

"You need to calm down, Lucius." Danica was the opposite calm, "Tell me, how did Minister Scrimgeour die? I was lying on the hospital bed as the most critical part of the assassination plan, He is still dead?"

"Bellacritus got your hair at some point. She drank Polyjuice Potion and pretended to be you, sneaked into the Ministry of Magic, cooperated with Yaxley and others, and killed Scrimgeour together." Lu Hughes stroked the hair scattered on his forehead, and said a little tiredly.

"She's pretending to be me?" Danica asked in surprise.

"It looks like it was premeditated," Lucius hooked the corners of his mouth, showing a mocking smile, "Think about it, she used your appearance to seduce the Dark Lord, heh..."

As if being wrung in the stomach, Danica felt a nausea, "Lucius, you managed to disgust me..."

Three days later, Danica returned to work at the Ministry of Magic. The Death Eaters took control of the "Daily Prophet" and the Ministry of Magic. Externally, the coup in the Ministry of Magic was extremely peaceful. All Voldemort allowed people to know was the resignation of the former Minister Scrimgeour. , who succeeded him was Pierce Thicknesse.

But inside the Ministry of Magic, everything seemed to have changed: a black stone statue replaced the golden fountain that was originally placed in the center of the hall, and its shape was a bit scary.Such a colossal statue, a witch and a warlock sitting on an ornately carved throne, looking down on the Ministry of Magic workers pouring from the fireplace.At the base of the statue are inscribed several foot-high characters: MAGIC IS Might.

Danica squinted and saw that the ornately carved throne was actually a pile of human bodies carved in stone, hundreds of thousands of human bodies: men, women, and children, all of them were stupid and ugly, with twisted and squeezed bodies. Together, supporting the handsome, robed wizard.

"This statue is not bad, right? The sculptures below are all Muggles, where they should be." Behind Danica came a voice that pinched its throat and pretended to be a coquettish voice.

Dolores Umbridge was wearing a dark pink suit, with a velvet bow pinned to her short hair, and she stood beside Danica with a smile, "Congratulations on your promotion, Miss Wilson, you now He's the head of the Minister's Back Office, the youngest Chief Secretary ever."

Danica ignored her outstretched hand, "Thank you for your congratulations, Professor Umbridge, I hope I have lived up to what you have taught me, and I have not pretended to be smart." The scar still remains on the back of her hand.

The expression on Umbridge's face froze, and her smile narrowed a bit. She took her hand back and glanced at the notepad in her arms, "You may not know that you have been away for a few days. The Ministry of Magic has newly established A Muggle-born registration committee, I am the director. Now I have a few questions I want to ask you, it seems that there is something wrong with your origin? If there is no mistake in the record, Miss Wilson, are you Muggle-born?"

Danica looked at her calmly for a while, which made Umbridge feel a little nervous, "Miss Wilson, if you can't prove that you have at least one close relative of wizarding blood, I think you will be considered to have committed crimes through theft or violence. If you illegally obtain magical powers, you will be punished—”

"I advise you to think about it carefully," Danica showed a half-smile expression, she rolled up her left sleeve slightly, revealing a small part of the Death Eater's Dark Mark, "You doubt my origin?"

Umbridge was startled, as if his eyes had been burned, he looked away quickly, "Yes, yes, I don't think you are Muggle-born, after all, that man's... There will be Mudblood..." The last few words seemed to be swallowed by her, becoming a little blurry.

"But you, Director Umbridge, is your origin legal?" Danica put down her sleeves and asked, "I heard that you seem to be of mixed blood. Perhaps, you and the Ministry's surname Um Does Rich's cleaner have anything to do with it?"

Umbridge's face was almost the same color as the clothes on her body, and she pulled a chain from her collar, on which was fastened an exquisite locket, "I have nothing to do with that cleaner. See? This is an ancient family heirloom, and the S on it is the abbreviation of Selwyn, and I am related to the Selwyn family!" As she spoke, her tone became a little smug, showing that she was wearing an apron around her neck. locket.

Danica suppressed her shock and said with forced calm, "Oh, really? Then you are very suitable as the director of the Muggle-born Registration Committee."

At this time, a young wizard came forward, "Ms. Umbridge, Director of the Department of Law Enforcement, Yaxley, invites you to discuss the punishment of Muggle-born wizards..."

Danica took a step back and nodded slightly, "Then I will take my leave first."

As she spoke, she stepped into the elevator that had just opened the door, took the elevator to the basement floor, the Minister's Logistics Department, and in her new office, a bunch of handover matters were waiting for her to deal with.

Most of the lunch break at noon had passed, and the employees of the Ministry of Magic had already had their lunch and returned to their jobs a little sleepily.But Danica just walked out of the office at this time. She quietly slipped to the second basement floor, watched in the dark for a while, and grabbed Roger Davis who was passing by.

"Danica?" Roger was startled, he looked around, and took a few steps into the darkness, "Where did you go a few days ago? The person who came to work in the ministry a few days ago wasn't you ?”

Danica raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Did you see it? It was Bellaclitus who pretended to be me, and I was injured and lying unconscious in St. Mungol's." She paused playfully, "Of course This is an illusion, in fact, I joined the Order of the Phoenix, learned something from Harry, and attended Fleur's wedding."

"I'm sorry I didn't go to the ceremony," Roger smiled, "but Stacy's stomach is getting bigger, I don't worry about her going to a crowded place, after all...it's not peaceful now, isn't it?"

"Yes, let her take care of herself and the baby first." Danica lowered her voice, "Do me a favor, Roger, I want to get that locket around Umbridge's neck. That thing is very important."

Roger didn't hesitate, and immediately agreed.

In the afternoon, Roger stopped the little witch with fluttering gray hair, "Hopkirk, are you going to send documents to Deputy Minister Umbridge? I don't understand something, and I want to ask you."

He smiled at the witch, his handsome appearance gave him a lot of points, Hopkirk blushed slightly, "Of course, Mr. Davis."

Roger opened the folder in his hand and pointed to the words on it, "What does this mean?" His eyes passed over the folder, and he winked at Danica in the distance. She hurriedly slipped into Umm Rich's office.

But once inside, Danica was disappointed, the office was empty, no one was there, and Umbridge was not in the office.She was about to turn around and leave, but her eyes accidentally saw a document spread out on Umbridge's desk. She paused, went around behind the desk, picked up the document and read it.

Arthur Weasley Bloodlines: Pureblood, but with intolerable pro-Muggle tendencies.

Known members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Family situation: Wife (pure blood), seven children, the youngest two are still studying at Hogwarts.

Note: The youngest son is currently at home seriously ill, as confirmed by Ministry of Magic inspectors.

Security Status: Tracking.All movements are monitored.The number one dangerous element is likely to contact him. (Had lived at the Weasleys.)

After reading it, Danica put the document back to its original place, and secretly became vigilant in her heart. The Weasley family is now under surveillance, so she must be more cautious in her words and deeds.

She came out of the office and shook her head at Roger.He paused in the nonsense with Hopkirk, and changed the subject a little unnaturally, "Miss Hopkirk, maybe, do you know where Undersecretary Umbridge is now? I had such a good chat with you , I almost forgot that these documents were also sent to her..."

Hopkirk covered her mouth and laughed, "She's interrogating those Mudbloods in court." She took a step forward, put the small stack of documents in her arms into Roger's arms, and gently placed her petite hands on his chest Touched it, "Help me send these together? Roger..."

Danica waited at the corner for a while, and Roger hurriedly walked over with a stack of folders in his arms, as if some tiger was chasing him, he pulled Danica towards him in a panic. Walk in the elevator, "Come on, Umbridge is in the underground trial court. You should thank me very much, I paid my attention to find out the news..."

Danica sneered, "Okay, thank you, come to my house for dinner another day."

The elevator creaked to a stop on the ninth basement floor. Danica and Roger stepped out of the elevator carefully. This floor was the floor of the Department of Mysteries. There was silence in the corridor, as if no one existed.They went through a small door on the left side of the corridor and down the stairs.The further you go down, the more you can feel the bursts of cold air, as if falling into the fog, every step is colder.Along with the cold, there is also the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness.Danica and Roger look at each other, Dementor.

They took out their wands at the same time, and walked down with increasing vigilance.

At the bottom of the stairs, turn to the right, and the first thing you see is the corridor outside the courtroom full of black figures in high hoods, crowded by Muggle-born wizards who were called to appear in court. Shivering on the hardwood bench.

Danica glanced into the slightly opened door, and the pink figure of Umbridge was interrogating a wizard inside, and the magically amplified voice was transmitted outside the courtroom.

"I'm going to let it go." Danica and Roger lip-synced. After speaking, she threw a round object and rolled to the door of the court. In an instant, a burst of black smoke rose, and darkness quickly enveloped the entire underground trial. room.

"What happened?!" "What's going on? I can't see clearly!" People suddenly panicked.

Danica cast a spell, and the darkness could no longer block her vision.She rushed into the courtroom quickly, and with one flick of her wand, Umbridge's wand flew aside without a sound.Roger clamped Umbridge's arm with his own strength, and she couldn't move for a while, and her piercing scream seemed to pierce the darkness, "Who?! What do you want?"

Danica thought it was noisy, so she waved her hand again, Umbridge's voice was locked in her throat, and it was difficult for her to make a sound.Danica quickly pulled off the necklace around her neck, and made a gesture with Roger, and the two quickly left, leaving a terrified Umbridge panting on the spot.

Roger and Danica sprinted into the elevator and returned to the second basement a few seconds later. They hid in the toilet to catch their breath.Roger let out a laugh. "Fred and George's invisibility smoke/bombs are really nice."

"Yeah," Danica said a little distracted, "I couldn't do anything about it when someone else used it last time, but this time I used it myself."

She raised the chain in her hand, looked at the Slytherin locket under the light, a terrible breath came from inside, she murmured, "Finally found you..."

Before it was time to get off work, Danica quietly left early. She apparated to the steps in front of the old house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, quickly opened the door, and walked in.She took a step forward, and Moody's voice said, "Severus Snape?" A dusty gray figure rose from the end of the hall and rushed towards her, with its gaunt hands raised.

"It wasn't me who killed you." She said calmly, this was an obstacle that Mad-Eye set up against Snape after Dumbledore's death.

The curse was lifted, and the earth-gray figure exploded on the spot. When the dust dispersed, Danica looked at the three wands pointing at her and laughed a little, "You guys are very vigilant."

"Prove your identity, Danica." Harry looked at her warily.

"I'm Danica Weasley, Fred Weasley's wife, spy among the Death Eaters. Oh Ron, please, I'm the one who transformed that ghoul at the Burrow. "

They breathed a sigh of relief and put down their wands.Harry lowered his wand, "I have to check, the more cautious the better now."

"Yes, that's right. This is commendable, after all, there are at least two Death Eaters outside who have been watching this way, so I have to apparate accurately to the front steps, and quickly enter the door without being noticed." Dan Nika said, "Although it is dangerous, I must come."

She took out a solid object wrapped in cloth from her pocket, "I have to wrap it in many layers. To be honest, it has somewhat affected my brain, and I will always be affected by it to produce some extreme ideas... "

"What's this?" Hermione asked curiously.

Danica unwrapped the last layer of cloth, revealing it in its own right, "Slytherin's locket, I think I've found the real thing."

Harry gasped, and the scar on his head throbbed, "I can feel it, it's real, it's one of that man's Horcruxes."

Danica's nerves, which had been strained all day, relaxed a little, "Then I'll leave this to you, destroy it, Harry."

……

In the blink of an eye, half of August passed, and Danica came to Malfoy Manor early in the morning, wanting to discuss with Lucius the countermeasures for them to deal with other Death Eaters.She hurriedly walked in the luxurious house, but inadvertently heard the sound of someone talking in a room, and she couldn't help but stop.

"...Severus, I summoned you here at this time... There are some things that should not be known to others...I want to leave it to you..." A hoarse voice said.

It was Voldemort's voice.Danica climbed to the door and listened.

"As you order, master..." Snape's deep voice sounded.

"September is coming, and I want you to be headmaster at Hogwarts... I have something very important stored there... I need you to check that it is still safe..." said Voldemort, "It is To me, it is very important, as important as my life...can I trust you to entrust this difficult task to you..."

"Of course, master..."

Danica didn't dare to listen too much, and walked away quietly, with some new thoughts in her heart.

At the Death Eaters meeting that day, Voldemort mentioned Snape as the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"We must ensure the quality of education that pure-blooded little wizards receive, so Severus will take over as headmaster of Hogwarts in the new school year, while Alecto Carrow will be the Muggle Studies teacher, and her brother Ami will be the headmaster of Hogwarts. Cus will be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Voldemort looked at them and smiled slightly, "Are you all okay?"

"Of course, master." Snape nodded.

"I have no problem either!" said Alecto Carrow, a short female Death Eater with similar features to her brother, "and as soon as Harry Potter shows up at Hogwarts, I'll catch him immediately -"

Danica interrupted her, "Master, I have objections."

Voldemort looked at her and nodded slightly, "Say, my girl."

"Is it inappropriate to hand over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to Amycus? After all, this is a great course. We need to let young wizards realize the charm of black arts. And Amycus Carlo... Danica glanced at the big, short man. "I don't think he can do it."

Voldemort walked up behind her and put his hands lightly on her shoulders, "Well, you have a point. So who do you think is competent?"

Danica ignored Amycus's angry face, and she put on a haughty look, "I, Master. I am very eager for this position, and I am confident that I will do my best."

Voldemort thought for a while, "Okay. Then Danica will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Amycus, you, as the school inspector, will monitor the entire Hogwarts instead of me."

Danica let go of her clenched hands under the table, the palms of which were already dripping with cold sweat.

In the early morning of September [-]st, Danica sat at the dining table and had breakfast. She was going to teach at Hogwarts starting today.

Fred sat across from her. He opened the "Daily Prophet" of the day, read the report for a while, and hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong, Fred?" Danica asked first when she sensed something was wrong with him.

Fred put the newspaper on the table and turned it in front of her, "Look at the report on it..."

The headline read: Severus Snape takes over as Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Some gloomy photos of Snape caught her eyes, and then she saw a photo of herself, and a photo of the Carrow brothers and sisters, and the news of the four of them joining the job was published in the newspaper.Placed in a row with three known Death Eaters, her identity was also obvious.

Danica paused with the hand holding the fork, "Didn't I tell you this news a long time ago?"

"I'm not surprised by this," Fred shook his head. "I'm just a little worried. After all, not many people knew you were a Death Eater before, but now everyone knows..."

"I've been hiding in the dark for a long time, and the identity I can't hide will be exposed sooner or later..." Danica forced a smile, "Okay, I should go, it's not good to be late as a teacher on the first day of the new semester. "

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