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But the Death Eaters don't intend to make their holiday fun.

On the day before Christmas, the Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley. At that time, there were still many ordinary wizards out shopping for festive supplies—after all, it was the first day off for office workers, and even the Weasleys were there— —So Molly and Arthur took the lead in switching from the attacked to the protectors. Except for Ron and Ginny who were asked to find a place to hide and wait for the opportunity to go home, their children included those who rushed back from Romania for the holidays Charlie, all are thrown into the fight, even Bill's girlfriend Fleur is there.

Harry was luckier, because the careless Sirius couldn't handle the meticulous work of holiday shopping - on the second day of the holiday, Remus came to take Sirius and Harry to go shopping together, of course the main Thanks to Tonks, she provided the Christmas shopping list, otherwise it would be impossible to have a good Christmas just relying on two big men who can't even clean up themselves.

"An accident happened in Diagon Alley!" Sirius yelled when he received the news at the first time, hurriedly fetched his coat and prepared to Apparate.

"Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley?" Harry heard the voice and ran out of the kitchen, but Sirius disappeared without a trace as soon as he saw him, fearing his godson would rush over.

"I can still use the Floo!" Harry stomped angrily.

He is angry, he also knows that now is not the time to add trouble, he can't use magic outside the school - the rules of the Ministry of Magic should be changed, he is 16 years old and not six years old, is it the reason to fight for the magic world? Not enough?

He sighed and returned to the kitchen, continuing to watch the pot of cream of lobster soup cooking.

Sirius didn't come back until evening.Harry put down his homework and stood up to meet his godfather.

"Oh, those lunatics, it's a good thing you didn't go." Sirius exhaled, and he took off his coat.

Harry noticed that there was a big hole in his godfather's coat, and the bottom part of the fabric was cut very neatly, which looked like a cutting spell. He quickly looked at Sirius and glanced at him from head to toe several times, and found that His godfather was indeed not missing a limb.

"Terrible?" Harry asked with difficulty.

"The Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors went there in time, except for the explosion at the beginning—it was a jewelry store. A mother, daughter, and a clerk were seriously injured. They didn't have time to escape when the house collapsed. The mother tightly guarded the child. In her arms, she—her face was smashed by the falling bricks and rubble." Sirius paused at this point, he sat down and poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip, "The child is safe and sound, that The clerk was 18 and she had no legs. We sent them to St Mungo's."

Alcohol calmed his mind a bit, "It's nothing else, we caught most of the Death Eaters present, oh yes - we caught little Lestrange, the brother of Bella's husband, he is A fanatical Death Eater." He said with a sneer on his face, "This time it's him, next time it's Bella and her husband, they can't escape."

"It's so insane. They actually went to blow up Diagon Alley the day before Christmas! This is the time for holiday shopping, and no one with a bottom line of morals would think of destroying it on this day." Harry's voice High, his face is cold and cold like a lion waiting to pounce on the enemy at any time.

He only hated himself for not being 17 years old, for not being able to fight with the Order of the Phoenix.

"I shouldn't have told you this." Sirius cried out remorsefully, he stretched out his arm and touched Harry's head, a look of relief and emotion mixed with deep nostalgia and sadness appeared on his face, " It's my fault, forget about it, you should be thinking about Christmas tomorrow - enjoy the holiday, your godfather, I'll make sure there aren't any bastards to ruin it, take it easy, it's It's Christmas every year."

Harry had to force a smile, his godfather was good at everything but always treated him like a kid.

"Do you want dinner? I tried to make it according to the recipe Tonks gave me, and it tastes pretty good."

"Oh, Harry. You will definitely be a good husband. How about the Weasley family's youngest daughter? She is beautiful and has a crush on you. Don't you feel a little bit moved?" Sirius stood up, and he suddenly mentioned Ginny.

"I only think of her as my sister." Harry sneered.

As for Severus, he'd better wait for Voldemort's downfall before finding time to tell his godfather.Otherwise he wondered if Sirius would have dismantled the Order of the Phoenix - and then a rift within the Order had resulted in the Death Eaters winning - something he would never have wanted to see!

Before going to bed, Sirius came over to make sure his godson was in bed, and he originally suggested reading a story to Harry.

"I'm sixteen, Sirius." Harry looked dryly at his godfather, "I'd feel better if you could give me some privacy."

"I forgot, hahaha, indeed you have reached this age." Sirius scratched his hair and walked out of the room laughing.

The space fell silent, and Harry opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him.

He waited quietly. It was estimated that about ten minutes later, he lifted the bed, put on his slippers, picked up his glasses, put on his glasses, and carefully opened the door. He looked at the quiet corridor and the direction of Sirius' bedroom, where The door was closed.

So he tiptoed down the stairs like a cat.

"Oh, Master Potter." Kreacher's voice was like a ghost in the dark. Harry jumped, and he quickly turned around to face the elusive old elf.

"You should be lying in bed and sleeping now, instead of being like Master Sirius, who pissed off my mistress like him, prided himself on being unstable, made friends with werewolves and wizards and scum, and ruined half of his life." It lowered The head began to think again and again.

"Kritchie, you go to bed, I'm just here to get a glass of water - I'll be leaving in a while." Harry raised his heart, and he was distracted towards the stairs. He patted his frightened chest.

"Okay, Klicer, who is in the way, let's go." Kerry bent down, put his long nose on the ground, and then disappeared with a snap.

Harry kept his previous cautiousness. He tried to make his footsteps as light as possible. He came to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.

In the blink of an eye, he patted the dust off his body and stepped out of the fireplace—the living room in front of him had very little furniture, the ceiling was mottled and looked old, and the owner of the house just let it go and didn't think about renovating it or just like that Maintaining a bleak atmosphere, it doesn't look like a home.

"Snape lives here." Harry pursed his lips, and he tiptoed upstairs, found the master bedroom, opened the door and walked in.

However, the cold air was telling him the departure of his master.

Snape wasn't here.

This place was originally Mrs. Malfoy's favorite place for holding dance parties. There are roses or swan patterns on the colorful glass windows. Whether it is the warm sunshine in the morning or the cold moonlight in the evening, the beams of light cast down through the glass windows What is sprinkled on the ground is always colorful and colorful patterns, 365 days a year, with the daily changes of the sun and moon, the colorful patterns projected on the ground are not the same, as beautiful as elves in fairy tales holy place.

But now, the dark velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains tightly lock the light out of the glass windows, and the hall that was originally bright all night has become dark and cold, with snakes hissing and spitting snake letters, and a strong stench permeating the air Smell—this is the smell of dead bodies.

Repression spread rapidly in the space, the exquisite decoration during the day, those golden and silver luxurious embellishments are all eclipsed now, blending into the darkness, or surrounded by blood.The ceiling seemed to be falling on top of everyone's heads, and everyone's neck seemed to be hung with a knife.

The black crowd prostrated themselves on the ground, and there was only one person sitting where the crowd rested, like the rising sun in the east.

"Rodolphs, tell me why your brother was captured by the Order of the Phoenix, and why the mission you swore to never fail failed your master once again?" Voldemort's expression was similar to that of his servants. Their clothes were so dark that they all shivered.

The Lestrange family who had been named had to stand up and cautiously come before the master. He knelt down and kissed the corner of the master's robe, begging for mercy.

"Today is indeed the most crowded time in Diagon Alley - but the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors also came out to purchase, so my brother just brought people into it." He had a bitter face, and he didn't expect Weasley at all. The whole family was in Diagon Alley, not to mention the Aurors, whose men were mobbed as soon as the raid happened.

"We used to let the house elves do the shopping early on during the holidays. Who would have thought that they, poor people, would go shopping the day before the festival." ——Ordinary wizards naturally don't start their holidays until before Christmas, but these Aristocratic gentlemen don't know and don't want to think about these things that are a world away from them.

Voldemort didn't want to listen to these excuses at all, and he twisted his wrist and gave Lestrange a Cruciatus.

He didn't even look at Bella who was kneeling there trying to shrink her presence, but looked at the loyal Snape who would not let him down.

"Severus, I heard that Mrs. Malfoy has been looking for you." Voldemort asked. "Is our little Mr. Malfoy doing what he is supposed to do at school?"

"My lord," Snape stepped forward, he knelt down humbly, and under Bella's jealous eyes that could poke a hole in his back behind him, he kissed the hem of his master's robe.

"Although the savior and his party have been obstructing Malfoy's actions, it seems that he can handle it." He said blankly, "He wanted to poison Dumbledore, but the poisoned wine didn't arrive in time. In front of Dumbledore, it was enjoyed by the Iron Triangle, and this group of brainless idiots didn't realize that it was Malfoy's handwriting."

"Hahaha, little Malfoy's idea is really naive." Voldemort laughed, "Although he failed, I finally heard someone trying to complete the order I gave." He said and looked at Lestland coldly In the direction of the strange men, the giant python behind him raised its body and wrapped it around his neck, and the eyes of the same cold and bloodthirsty cold-blooded animals stared there.

Bella looked down at the ground, as did all of them.

"If there is another time, Rodolphs, I think you want to give my pet extra food." Voldemort sneered.

The master of Lestrange almost fainted, and this pleased his master, he admired the servants' various postures, this sense of control of life and death in his hands made him feel happy as if he felt a little festive atmosphere.

"You can go, Severus stay." Voldemort raised his hand as if giving them a gift.

So all the Death Eaters stood up and backed away from the conference room that frightened them physically and mentally, like a snake's mouth opened wide, leaving an uncontrollable fear in their hearts.Maybe even if it is Christmas tomorrow, they will be haunted by nightmares.

"Master." Snape knelt there respectfully, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Tell me in detail what little Malfoy did at Hogwarts, and I heard that Dumbledore has a blond young man next to him." Voldemort rested his hand on his chin, looking lazily as if he was not paying attention. ask.Coupled with his noseless snake face, it really makes people sweat on the back like being haunted by ghosts.

"I don't know that blond young man well. Dumbledore didn't explain his identity. I guess it might be his distant relative, because Dumbledore didn't take him to the Order of the Phoenix." Snape pondered and said first After talking about that young man, he tried his best to reduce his sense of existence—after all, in his guess, this person was not something to mess with. Although he was happy to see the Death Eaters deflated, he didn't want the water in the pool to change. The more cloudy and unpredictable it is - the more uncertain the future is, the more dangerous it is for Potter's life.

Then he picks and goes about what Draco Malfoy did at Hogwarts, cutting things out and adding things.

When Snape stumbled out of the fireplace, he almost fell to the ground.The Dark Lord was really insane, and he really couldn't escape a Cruciatus, his headache was almost exploding, and the feeling of vomiting was so strong that it was like a sharp knife was going to break his stomach and dismember his body.

He leaned on the sofa, trying to stand up.

Then a warm and strong hand supported him and helped him onto the sofa.A wand restored to normal made the protruding springs of the couch disappear without a trace.

"Potter, why are you here?" Snape closed his eyes, the pain weakened his thinking, but it still didn't make any weak voice leak from his mouth.

It's like a smelly and hard stone!

"Diagon Alley was attacked, I'm sure I want to come and see you." Harry said quickly, he picked up Snape's wand and lit the fireplace, looking at the man's pale and sweaty face through the flames of the fireplace.

"Aside from Cruciatus, what else did he do to you?" Harry asked nervously. He took off Snape's coat, found a handkerchief inside, and wiped the face of the man lying on the sofa. Pushing back his sweaty hair, fingers twitched on his cold forehead, and then he leaned down and kissed his forehead.

The old bastard would feel better if he could call out, Harry thought, pursing his lips.

"It's okay." Snape twitched his lips. He waved his hand to call for the potion, but his hand was trembling and he couldn't unscrew the bottle cap at all.

So Harry helped him, and he found a spoon to feed Snape's mouthful of the potion.

"I said it all, the Dark Lord must be dealt with as soon as possible, he is a madman!" He said bitterly, but the movements of his hands were extremely gentle, like treating his precious fire with his Quidditch nursing suit so-so.

The flame in the fireplace was beating, and the golden sparks seemed to be embedded in those emerald green eyes, bright as if they reached his heart.

"You're a stupid boy," Snape said, and gagged a mouthful of the potion, as bitter as bile and hot in the mouth.

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Harry fed the medicine happily: "Good boy, open your mouth."

Snape: One thousand points from Gryffindor! (A spoonful of potion was stuffed again)