HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Not surprised by the sudden change of mind of the Dark Lord, Snape agreed softly, and silently exited the door of the drawing room.

When reaching out to close the door, even though Dumbledore had personally praised him for his bravery, he couldn't help being slightly relieved that he had escaped from the control of the Dark Lord.

It is not surprising that the Dark Lord changed his mind and wanted to store the sword in Gringotts. After all, it is a fact that Gringotts' current defense strength is higher than that of Hogwarts, which has lost Dumbledore.From the current point of view, this matter he secretly planned has almost perfectly achieved the expected effect, and the Dark Lord really does not intend to continue to punish those students... The only thing left to worry about is how to get the students under Bellatrix's eyelids. The swapped Gryffindor sword was stored in Gringotts below without being discovered to be a fake.

He turned around while thinking.Lucius is no longer at the door, only the Carlo brothers and sisters who came with him are still waiting.The siblings were also relieved to see Snape walk out of the drawing room unharmed - which meant that they would not be wrathed by the Dark Lord for the almost stolen Gryffindor sword, and the rest of their lives. The feeling suddenly enveloped the two of them.

Snape glanced at them, motioning for the two to follow with his gaze.

He met Lucius again in the corridor of the Malfoy Manor. The blond man lowered his head halfway, followed by the neurotic Bellatrix Lestrange with loose curly hair.

Lucius didn't seem willing to greet Snape again - Snape knew that the Dark Lord hadn't got a wand for him yet, but he didn't expect that Lucius, who had lost his wand, was responsible for the Dark Lord's upcoming interview people lead the way.It has to be said that for Lucius, who was quite influential among the officials of the Ministry of Magic and was quite influential by virtue of his good skills and some capital strength, this gap is really not small.

Out of respect for his friends, Snape also had no intention of stopping.

But Bellatrix stopped, staring at Snape maliciously, and stood in front of him with a sneer, with no intention of moving away.

"Snape," she greeted.

Because of Bellatrix's actions, Lucius also had to stop, standing aside and watching the confronting two people.He looked a little bit reluctantly embarrassed, and he didn't seem to want the conflict between the two to break out, but out of some scruples, he just stood aside without saying a word.

Snape didn't expect much from the two followers behind him-they were already more cooperative if they didn't make trouble for him.

"Bellatrix." The man looked at her without any emotion. Compared with her suspicion and hostility towards her before, Bellatrix's attitude now is more like a woman's jealousy cause trouble.But Snape would never forget what helped him reassure the Death Eaters—

"What did you report to the master?" She asked sarcastically, holding her head proudly and excitedly, "The trifles of intrigue with those students in Hogwarts? Snape, at least you should waste the master's money." ashamed of the time."

"I have my own sense of what is important." The man said calmly.

Bellatrix sneered: "You can't rely on your past achievements for a lifetime, Snape. The Dark Lord will always see the achievements of others. You can't be the most trusted and valued by your master forever." that person."

"The most trusted and valued by the master..." Snape repeated sarcastically, showing a mocking smile, "Of course, I will wait and see."

"Now," he raised an eyebrow, "may I ask you to step aside, Bellatrix?"

Bellatrix stared at Snape angrily and unwillingly, but she didn't dare to make any more noise, so she could only reluctantly get out of the aisle full of aggrieved hearts.

The corner of the black-robed man's mouth twitched, like a silent sneer.His robe feet rolled with his brisk footsteps, and he led the two followers behind him past the woman without looking back. Bellatrix was furious at the gesture of not paying attention to her at all. grit your teeth.

Hogwarts was empty during the Christmas holidays, and it looked more deserted than any year Snape had experienced.

This is not surprising, given the current dangerous situation.And Hogwarts is not safe at all-although Snape will actually do everything possible to ensure the safety of students and professors, but who would really believe this, after all, he is Standing by the Dark Lord's side so openly and with a clear-cut banner.

The Death Eater siblings had no interest in the empty school at Christmas, so Snape was the only one walking around the castle now.

Men don't seem to care if they have company or not.His black eyes were calmly looking ahead, and the black robe was wrapped in the cold winter wind, rolling across the aisle with the same posture as before.

In the distance, Professor Sprout's slightly plump figure appeared at the corner at the end of the corridor.The lady who was always kind to others saw Snape walking through the corridor almost at the same time, her footsteps paused, as if hesitating for a moment, and then silently backed away.

Snape's piercing black eyes saw all this clearly, and he walked down the corridor indifferently, not casting a glance in the direction Sprout had left.

The fireplace in his cellar room had been lit by a dutiful house-elf, and the orange flame danced silently in the empty room, providing the only light in the unlit room. light source.

The potion materials that Snape placed in the office when he was a potions professor hadn't been used up yet. At this moment, these glass jars filled with various strange-shaped materials reflected a somewhat distorted and weird light in the dim firelight.

The owner of the room opened the door and came in, accustomed to the silence of this room.This black-haired, dark-eyed man in a black robe lit a candle, took off his black robe that was windy and damp, his thinner face showed a paleness that contrasted with the black in other parts of him, and He himself doesn't seem to realize this.

He hung his robes over the fireplace and sat down on the small armchair by the fire.The plan about Gryffindor's sword that he had carefully arranged did not fail, and he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief temporarily, and had time to open the book that had been on the coffee table for some time.

——The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

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