HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Snape went back to his house.

At such a sensitive moment, it was obviously unrealistic to keep him out all night.Even though the Dark Lord himself had recently expressed his trust in him, it was natural that Wormtail's role in being sent to his house by the Dark Lord could not have been merely to 'assist' in his mission.

Fortunately, the fireplace leading to the principal's office was changed by Snape to his own bedroom last year. With Wormtail's courage, he must not have dared to come to his bedroom in the middle of the night to see if Snape was lying on his bed properly. Big bed.

The Potions Professor washed his face tiredly, lay on the bed and stared blankly at the dilapidated and cramped ceiling. It didn't take him a lot of energy to suppress that black magic for Dumbledore, but the conversation afterwards really exhausted him.He closed his eyes, trying not to imagine Dumbledore dead and limp, and not to think that he would be the one who caused it.

Long night.

As the person sent by the Dark Lord to monitor Snape, Wormtail was a bit complacent when he first arrived - after all, losing the trust of the Dark Lord meant death for Snape one.The Dark Lord was not the type to tolerate disloyal subordinates.

However, this cognition was quickly broken when he first reported to Voldemort.

Even though he reported Snape's suspicious behavior to the Dark Lord, the man always seemed to have a way of explaining what he was doing.This made Wormtail's position extremely awkward——

The same is true today.

Snape had a rare visitor to his house in the Muggle world of Spider's End.Wormtail hid behind Snape's secret door that looked like a bookcase and tried to eavesdrop on his conversation with the guest—disappointingly, the visitors were not members of the Order of the Phoenix, but Narcissa Malfoy and Bella Trix Lestrange.This means that there can be no special intelligence in the conversation between them.

Even so, he still squatted on the stairs and did not leave.

The voice coming from across the bookcase was a bit dull, but Narcissa's voice could be vaguely heard—thanks to her sister Bellatrix's tone of voice being too discerning, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to tell who was speaking.

"There...is there no one else here?"

Snape's obnoxiously oily voice said, "Of course not. Oh, yes, Wormtail is here, but we're not counting vermin, are we?"

Before Wormtail could get annoyed by the words, the door in front of him bounced open with a bang.

The three people in the room all set their eyes on the little man at the same time.Peter blinked his eyes, an unnatural smirk on his face.He tried to make it look like he was just passing the stairs rather than eavesdropping.

"Narcissa! Bellatrix! How charming—" he said in a high-pitched voice.But Snape didn't care what he said.

"Wormtail will bring us drinks, if you will," said Snape, "and then he will retire to his own bedroom."

Peter was annoyed by his dismissive attitude: "I'm not your servant!" he cried in a thin voice, avoiding Snape's gaze.

There was more sarcasm in Snape's eyes: "Really? I thought the Dark Lord put you here to help me."

"Help, yes—" said Wormtail, "but not serving you drinks or cleaning your room!"

"Wormtail, I didn't expect you to desire more dangerous tasks," said Snape in a greasy tone. "It's easy to do: I'll go and tell the Dark Lord—"

Wormtail's eyes widened: "If I wanted to, I'd tell him myself!"

"Of course you can," Snape sneered. "For now, you'd better serve us drinks. Just a little elf wine."

Peter's eyes flicked from Snape's face to Bellatrix's, and he would have continued to argue, but his fear of the Dark Lord overwhelmed his humiliation.So he turned around in annoyance, and went out through another secret door.

Not long after, Wormtail angrily placed the tray containing the wine and glasses on the rickety table in front of Snape, hoping with some malice that the table would suddenly fall to surprise them, but the three people around the table None of which he had the courage to provoke.Putting down his wine glass, he left the room in three steps at a time.

Wormtail seemed to leave, but actually crouched down behind the bookcase-like door—Narcisa's flustered expression made him vaguely aware that what they were going to talk about was not something the Dark Lord would allow—this But great news, if the Dark Lord knew that even Bellatrix would keep it from him...

There was a brief silence in the room behind, and then Snape's voice.

As if he had been pouring wine for the Black sisters, Peter heard him say, "For the Dark Lord."

Then there was silence again.But Narcissa's voice sounded quickly: "Severus, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I have to come to see you. I think you are the only one who can help me—"

There was another loud bang, as if the door behind him had suddenly exploded.Wormtail couldn't help but let out a cry of panic.

It was Snape, he realized he was eavesdropping behind the door!

Peter thought in a panic, and ran upstairs quickly.

The conversation in the room was not interrupted by this little episode.In fact, Snape could more or less guess the purpose of Narcissa's visit to him, but before that, there was still a small problem to be solved.

He dispelled the doubts from Bellatrix in a few words - it has to be said that at this time, the Dark Lord's suspicion is more or less beneficial - at least Bellatrix will never know that the Dark Lord His true attitude, but only learned the illusion of 'Dark Lord trusts Snape'.

Unwilling to accept Snape's light rebuttal, Bella curled her lips in annoyance, and her tone became sharper: "Based on what you said, we should believe that Dumbledore never suspected you? He doesn't know that you actually Whose allegiance? He still believes in you without reservation?"

Hearing this, the smile that Snape used to mock her before seemed a little more real.The corner of his mouth curled softly, and he smirked quickly before Bellatrix realized it.

"I played the part very well," he said, in an unconsciously soft tone. "You're overlooking one of Dumbledore's greatest weaknesses: he always thinks the best of people. I've just left the Death Eaters and joined his When I was in the teachers' ranks, I told him some regrettable lies, and he welcomed me with open arms—but he kept me as close as possible to the Dark Arts."

"Dumbledore was once a great wizard—yes, there's no denying it," he heard Bellatrix snort contemptuously, but ignored it, "and the Dark Lord admits it. But, speaking To my delight, Dumbledore is old. The bout with the Dark Lord last month took his toll. He was badly injured because he was slower than he used to be. But all these years, he never Having ceased to trust Severus Snape, that makes me of great value to the Dark Lord."

Bellatrix seemed to be refuted by this sentence, and she didn't speak again for a while.Taking advantage of her silence, Snape turned to Narcissa.

"Okay... Narcissa, are you here to ask for my help?"

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