HP leap time

A cold and damp smell filled the entire space, and the black mist at the end of the long table gradually dissipated.A twelve-foot snake slid from the other end, with dark green patterns covering the whole body of the snake.

It spit out black and slippery snake letters, and moved forward evenly in an S shape on the long table.

"Come to me, Nagini." At the end of the long table, the Dark Lord stretched out his left hand, making a creepy hissing sound.

No one made the slightest sound, they held their breath and silently watched the big snake crawl all the way up to his body along his pale and thin hands, sticking out its head on the Dark Lord's right shoulder.

"It's a pleasure to see you all again." A smile spread across his pale face, and the Dark Lord's deep eyes scanned the audience coldly. Wherever he went, everyone felt chills on the back of their necks.

Draco stared closely at the fingers on the table, watching the color difference between them and the dark table.

There were many people similar to him, with their heads lowered, guessing the expression of the Dark Lord through their tone and voice.

"A lot of people came today, but" the salty voice echoed in the quiet hall like a sigh, "all of them are my most loyal subordinates."

"You all know how much I trust you." The Dark Lord paused again. "I am very relieved to have a group of loyal, capable, and pious disciples like you."

"But...in this unsuspecting war, there are always some self-righteous people who think that they still have the ability to overthrow me and defeat me." Voldemort started to move. "With their inexplicable sense of justice, they preach the so-called light."

Someone laughed in a low voice, and with Bella's sharp laughter, everyone laughed in unison.

"Hehehe..." The Dark Lord walked down the long table, "Do you know who I'm talking about?"

"Kingsley Shacklebolt." Avery smiled obsequiously, his eyes looked at the Dark Lord through the strands of black hair, and there was a puppy-like eagerness in his eyes.

"Yes, Kingsley." The Dark Lord's snake-like eyes glanced at Avery approvingly, and the latter rubbed his hands excitedly as if he had received some great benefits. "A running dog of the Order of the Phoenix, as the Minister of Magic, he doesn't think about his subordinates at all, regardless of the life or death of the little Aurors..."

"And what else?" the Dark Lord asked, scanning the people with their heads bowed.

"Dumbledore." Someone whispered from below.

The hall fell silent immediately, and the Dark Lord's hand stroking Nagini also froze in place.

"Dumbledore..." he chewed the words like a snake letter, "a pathetic loser."

The hall echoed with laughter.

The Dark Lord raised his hand in gesture.The sound stopped abruptly.

"There is one more person." The Dark Lord continued to walk down, step by step, without the slightest sound. "A man of light and faith."

"Think about it, who is it?"

The Death Eaters looked at each other.

"Harry Potter," said the Dark Lord loudly.At the same time, he stopped, and two bony hands pressed down on the back of Draco's chair.

"Hahahahaha..." A tidal wave of ridicule flooded in like waves.

"Harry Potter?"

Everyone seemed to be comparing who laughed louder, and the voice was louder and louder.Some people laughed and their whole bodies were lying on the table.

Draco bowed his head, looking pale.

The Dark Lord raised his hand again, and the voice faded away.

"Draco?" The Dark Lord's hand touched his shoulder, and Draco's body froze when he felt the cold, hard hand. "I heard that you are dissatisfied with me?"

"Don't listen to the slander of villains, Master," Draco whispered.

"Then why did you attack your own people?" Nagini poked his head out following the Dark Lord's bending, and the snake letter it spit out swept across his thin face.

Draco turned his face away without showing a trace.

"He insulted Malfoy, and Malfoy is the most loyal servant of the master." Draco's face was stiff, and everyone looked at him with interest, indescribably gloating.

"Mrs. Malfoy's loyalty?" a bald man across the long table chimed in with a smile.

Draco looked over with hatred, and his back molars were tightly closed.

Receiving Malfoy's cold gaze, the man smiled awkwardly, seeing no one to help, he sullenly stopped talking.

"My mother...did do something stupid." Draco tried to keep his voice as steady as possible. "She knew that her misjudgment caused trouble to the master, so she left by herself."

The Dark Lord looked at him for a long time, then spoke

"I believe you are a good boy, Draco, but it is a pity that you have a mother who shames Malfoy. I believe that if Lucius heard the news, he might die suddenly in Azkaban. Before he even waited His master came to rescue him."

There was a small burst of laughter from the long table.

The Dark Lord gradually let go of him, and walked towards the end of the long table again.

Draco's body gradually relaxed, and cold sweat suddenly spread all over his body.He put his hands under the table gently, trying to cover up the slight trembling of his hands.

"Presumably everyone knows about the Ministry of Magic's all-out resistance recently." The Dark Lord smacked his lips and sighed. "If it was still Fudge back then, things would be much simpler. Unfortunately, clowns always have too much trouble."

"So everyone's loyalty to me will become extremely important at this time." The Dark Lord looked at everyone with a smile.

"I will do my best."

"I'll do whatever it takes."

"I will definitely complete what my master told me to do"

……

"Then, everyone knows the plan." The Dark Lord sat down and said with some relief, "I believe that our meeting will be held in the Judgment Hall of the Ministry of Magic soon."

"Master, what about Azkaban?" came a voice, "I mean that there are many loyal servants from the past imprisoned in it. If they can be rescued, it will be a great help."

Draco also raised his head and looked over, trying to find a trace of emotion in that pale and terrifying face.

"Well," the Dark Lord turned his face to the speaker. "That will be a task in the plan. If the plan goes well, the poor old friends in Azkaban will of course be rescued."

Draco lowered his eyes, full of apprehension.

The Dark Lord will still attack Azkaban, of course, sooner or later.So, my father also had a chance to come out.

Joy flickered in Draco's eyes.Immediately, a trace of worry filled his heart. Sooner or later he would become an enemy of his father, but this was not what he was worried about now. If the Dark Lord was no longer powerful, then sooner or later his father would approve of his choice.

Unfortunately, Potter was unwilling to tell him the real secret.

How could he get close to the Dark Lord?What power does he have to hurt the Dark Lord?

Obviously not.

He has to take care of too much, first of all he doesn't have this ability.Second his father needed the Dark Lord's help.

Draco looked up at the many henchmen around him.Each of them listened wholeheartedly to every word of the Dark Lord.

he thinks.

This war may be more difficult than Dumbledore's budget....

The rain was timely, falling when the air was full of stale, heavy smoke.

The rain that dripped through the magic circle was tinged with a faint golden color.

The castle looks even more upright after being washed once.

The professors released all the students who were locked in the castle, and gave them an hour to move around in the designated area.

This is a sensible thing to do.

Watching the children outside breathing the fresh air and running in the rain is far more relaxing than staying in the room and accepting the coming of bad luck.

"Professor!" A little girl in the first grade came running recklessly.

"Be careful, Miss Tanesa." Professor McGonagall supported her body. "What's the matter?"

The girl's face was flushed, and she stretched out her wet and muddy hand, and there was a big white bird that was injured.

"Professor, no one believes me." Tears welled up in her blue eyes. "It's an egret."

"But they all say it's just a stupid swan, and that's not what swans are like, even though they're equally graceful and beautiful."

Professor McGonagall looked at the dripping bird. It had milky white hair and slender legs. At this moment, it was lying on the girl's arms with half-closed eyes and crying sadly, obviously suffering from serious injuries.

"Of course not a swan, Miss Tanesa," said Professor McGonagall softly. "You are right, it is a beautiful egret. Where did it come from? When did you find it?"

Suddenly, without warning, Tanesa burst into tears after hearing these words.

"It comes here every day, and when the sun comes out, it will fly around the castle. Only it, it is unique. It may come from a swamp, or it may come from the sea." she sobbed. "But it's wounded and can't fly. I can't see it from the window anymore, never again."

"When it heals, you can see it again." Professor McGonagall wiped away her tears. "Be strong, Tanesa."

"No." Tanisha shrugged her nose, and her blue eyes looked at the golden film on the sky.

A drop of rain fell into her blue eyes, and she blinked tremblingly, and the rain turned into a pool of crystal tears.

"It won't come again... it likes Hogwarts, so much, so much," the girl repeated.

"But it got hurt here, and it won't come again..."