HP leap time

"I heard you want to see me, Draco." The pitch-black cloak swirled gently, and the Dark Lord sat high on a high chair carved from yew wood, and the big snake quietly coiled around from under the seat He said, and finally rested his head on his waist without moving.

This is a small castle that Voldemort built for himself, and it is also one of his strongholds.It sits in the center of the village of Hogsmeade, which fell after the First War.

Never again will I see the village that hangs candles on its trees during the holidays, nor will it hear the sound of little angels beating gongs and bowls, replaced by a blue and black flag with the same painted The ugly Dark Mark.Honeydukes' confectionery can't make new mint-flavored bonbons, and even the Three Broomsticks are out of butter.

In fact, no one would care about these at all.Everyone is thinking about how to survive and how to choose their side in the war.Rather than worrying that I will never be able to drink warm autumn wine with an intoxicating aroma.

Meeting the Dark Lord once was more difficult than imagined. Draco walked on the path in Hogsmeade village. As his pace quickened, the sky seemed to darken.Death Eaters in black robes could be seen everywhere on the roadside. They stood or squatted, as if waiting for the dark clouds to come from the northwest.

Draco stopped at the closest place to the Dark Lord's foothold, and the Death Eaters in front of him gathered more and more until they formed a scattered circle around him.

Gradually, the surrounding voices began to become noisy, intermittent and disturbed by the wind.

Some people are laughing, some are talking, and some are sighing longingly in confusion...

Draco avoided everything indifferently, absorbed all the sounds like a puppet, but did not respond.

"I want to see the Dark Lord." He lit the Dark Mark on his left arm with his wand, a faint blue light began to spread, and the cold and salty breath poured into the blood, bringing a burst of cold.

The Dark Mark had seeped into his flesh and blood like maggots, becoming an ugly mark that could never be erased in his life.

He looked up at the small castle with black tiles and white walls, where there were patrolling Death Eaters everywhere.

As Draco approached, the castle's dark metal gate slowly opened towards him...

The scattered Death Eaters in front of them also avoided in fear, leaving a path leading to the castle.

Not everyone's Dark Mark on their arms can be ignited, just like not all people are equal, he pointed at the mark with his wand and smirked bitterly.

Facing fearful and envious eyes all the way forward, the familiar attic at the center of the circle, the familiar spiral staircase, and the familiar wallpaper engraving... He walked forward purposefully. He came here to attend a meeting before, so he has a certain understanding of the environment. A certain amount of cognition.

Every time you go up a floor, the lit lanterns become denser, and the green flames dance wantonly on the white lamp holders.

Draco knew he had found it, and he watched the Death Eaters in front of him divide into two groups, standing under each stack of lanterns.

In front of him was an open jet-black door, with silver branches stretching out from the crack of the door...

Looking in from the door, in the empty hall, there is a familiar long table, which almost traverses the entire room.

At the end of the table, the Dark Lord sat on a high chair carved from yew wood.

"I heard you were looking for me, Draco?" A familiar dying voice came from the end of the room with a chill.

Draco felt that everyone around him was gradually disappearing and leaving.

He stepped into the room and stopped at the other end of the long table.

The door was then slowly closed, the window screens were floating, and golden flowers gradually grew on the silver tree patterns...

"I'm here to plead guilty, master." Draco lowered his head, his tone seemed a little low.

"Oh?" The Dark Lord's eyes flashed. He tilted his head up and played with a slender wand made of elderberry between his fingers. "What guilt?"

"I can enter Hogwarts." Draco raised his head and said with a little trepidation, his eyes averted with fear.

The Dark Lord's blood-red eyes were fixed on him.

"It was my fault that I didn't report this to the master, because I was eager to have a place in Hogwarts." Draco continued, "But I realized that my greed was disloyal to the master, so Come to atone."

"I'm surprised." Voldemort said with a sigh as he stroked Nagini's body, but he didn't sound surprised at all. "But I can understand that Malfoy always likes to find a way out for himself."

"To show my loyalty, I sneaked into Hogwarts again today." Draco looked up at him, seeming to study his expression.

He didn't continue talking, but pulled out a sword from his robe, and the ruby ​​inlaid on it reflected fine brilliance.

The Dark Lord's eyes lit up for a moment, he stood up in a little surprise and walked towards him,

"Godric Gryffindor's sword?"

"Yes, master." Draco lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand with flickering eyes. "It's in Harry Potter's hands."

Voldemort didn't approach him, he put one hand on the table as if waiting for something, and Nagini gradually climbed onto his shoulders.

When he looked at the sword complicatedly with his narrowed pupils, he couldn't help but think of how Harry Potter had hurt himself many times with it, it was really unpleasant.

"Why?" Voldemort smiled, looking up to meet Draco's gaze. "Why did you bring this sword?"

Draco didn't seem to have thought that the Dark Lord would ask such a question, he gave him a pale and fearful look, and deliberately grabbed the sword in his hand even harder.Then whispered with a trembling voice

"I overheard Potter talking to his friends. He said the sword could kill you, and I'm afraid they'll hurt you. Master."

Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly, and in an instant, he rushed towards Draco like a snake.

Draco raised his sword in horror, and with a bang, the sword was knocked down by Voldemort's wandless magic, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Pale hands grabbed his neck, the Dark Lord pressed him against the wall, and Nagini excitedly uttered a snake letter at his waist.

The person in his hand was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Master...Master..." Draco struggled slightly, his hand trying to reach the wand pinned to his waist.

Before reaching out his hand, Nagini had already bit off its wand.

"I'm disappointed in you, Draco." Voldemort said softly. "You betrayed me."

"I didn't, I didn't, master." There was a cry in the frightened voice.

"Then why didn't you hand me the Gryffindor sword?" Voldemort sneered, obviously noticing Draco's small movements.

"I……"

"Don't lie to me, Draco. I see the thoughts in your eyes, and you want to kill me."

"No... I didn't..." Draco said painfully as Voldemort's fingers contracted.

"Actually, since the first war, I knew you went to Hogwarts." The Dark Lord leaned into his ear and said, then raised his head and looked into his terrified eyes with appreciation.

His other pale hand pressed down on the Dark Mark on Draco's left arm, and the stinging pain came up suddenly, and Draco screamed.

"I've known your location since you lit it," Voldemort said happily.

It is not only the Death Eaters who monopolize Hogwarts, but also the evil creatures brought by Voldemort. They mainly hunt collectively by sensing the breath of life. No one can escape their pursuit safely unless they sense Voldemort's presence. Breath, that is the only thing they are afraid of.

And by igniting the powerful Dark Mark, you can release the power that makes them fly away.

"So, I know everything. For example, you go to Hogwarts every night, try to get close to your teachers and classmates, willing to be a humble owl to bring poor news to your alma mater, or, will bring Some drop-in healing potions?"

Voldemort continued regretfully. "I didn't mean to kill you, but everyone knows that the Dark Lord hates betrayal."

"I originally gave you a chance with a benevolent attitude, but you were foolishly instigated by Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort turned his head and glanced at the lonely sword lying on the ground, and said with a sneer, " How does it feel to be stabbed by them? My dear Draco."

Draco showed a suddenly realized embarrassment, and then, as if he had made up his mind, anger rose from his eyes.

"But you killed my father! You did it!" Draco's eyes were moist.

Voldemort let go of him slowly, watching Draco slump to the ground in exhaustion.

"You are so pitiful." The Dark Lord pretended to be serious and said, "You actually really wanted to find his master to avenge his father's death. Lucius would be ashamed."

Then, Voldemort drew out his wand and pointed it at the center of his brow.

"You can't serve me anymore, Draco." A relaxed, evil voice with a smile came out of his mouth slowly.

"No!" Draco's tears flowed down his trembling mouth.

"Please, please give me another chance, please forgive me..."

He stretched out his hand, trying to reach out and grab the corner of the Dark Lord's robe.

"Hahahahaha" the Dark Lord smiled, his expression was full of joy, "I really like seeing you cowardly."

"People who like to struggle in the face of death, fear, timidity, trembling, and begging for mercy..." He repeated, his red eyes bent into a crescent shape, and the dark pupils shrunk slightly like a slit.

Draco knew that under normal circumstances, the Dark Lord would not easily consume his magic power.

The Dark Lord took a few steps back and put away his wand amidst Draco's relaxed panting, hissing sound began to come out of his mouth, like a vicious poisonous snake swallowing its snake letter.

Your dinner is coming early, my dear Nagini...

Voldemort continued to back away, Nagini raised his head slightly... Draco looked at it vigilantly.

Remember not to splatter blood everywhere...

Voldemort said fondly.

The big snake slid down the Dark Lord's ankle excitedly, looking at the prey that was hugging its body and kept shrinking into the corner.

Following the Dark Lord's indifferent turn, the black robe drew a graceful arc, and he walked towards the end of the long table, preparing to sit on the high chair overlooking everything...

He stepped forward step by step, happily waiting for the pleasant screams.

"Hiss—" something piercing the flesh suddenly sounded in the hall.

A look of pain and shock crept up the Dark Lord's pale, flat face in an incongruous way.

His pupils dilated several times, and the pure scarlet color almost slipped from the corners of his eyes. His thin, bloodless lips were slightly parted, and he turned his head stiffly...

The object in Draco's hand went through Nagini's lower jaw and out the upper jaw.

Nagini didn't even have time to close its mouth.It just opened its mouth wide, and the black snake letter lay lifelessly in his mouth.

Accompanied by the big snake's trembling body and a hoarse and piercing scream, its body turned into a huge puff of blue smoke and dissipated in the air.

What Draco held tightly in his hand fell down with his master's relaxed sigh, it was a tooth stained with snake blood.

His goal was achieved, Draco slowly raised his face and looked at Voldemort without emotion. At this moment, his heart was very peaceful. A lunatic who is afraid of death.Relying on the evil black magic to destroy his soul, he forged his own humble and narrow kingdom.

The cold wind whizzed past the window, and the dark clouds from the northwest finally arrived. They piled up in the sky, almost blocking out all the sunlight...

"Draco Malfoy!"

Voldemort's angry roar came from far to near, and he grabbed Draco's neck again almost instantly, with a little force, Draco's face turned red.

The Dark Lord's eyes were full of anger and madness, his robes floated behind him in a tangle of magic.

Draco closed his eyes, waiting for the expected death.

"I underestimated you." Voldemort said word by word, his wand pressed against Draco's thin face, which seemed to still have wet tears on it. "You really put on a good show."

"Harry Potter asked you to come, right?" Voldemort shot a captivating gaze from his scarlet pupils, as if he wanted to bite off his flesh piece by piece.

"Hey—" Draco laughed mockingly, a look of tiredness in his gray eyes. "What kind of thing are you, do you still use Harry Potter?"

Seeing the madness and anger on Voldemort's face, he thought he had successfully accomplished his purpose.

"Kill me," he said.

The spell in Voldemort's mouth was about to blurt out, but he didn't, he stopped abruptly, trying not to concentrate his magic power on the tip of his wand.

The air was filled with the hiss of chaotic magic colliding.

"No...no...I want to let you live for a few more hours." He no longer had reason in his eyes, and continued, gnashing his teeth, "I want to squeeze the last bit of value out of you."

"I want the bastards in Hogwarts to know what happens to those who disobey the Dark Lord!"

With Draco's wide eyes,

A bolt of lightning flashed across, and the blue-purple light tore the sky in two.