days at Hogwarts

Chapter 592 No need to pretend, it's just
Facing those scarlet snake eyes, Snape quietly lowered his head and made a respectful and sincere gesture. From an angle that no one could see, there was no ripple in those deep eyes.

As expected, he would not allow any accidents to happen...

Since he created his own Horcrux, the concepts of life and death became increasingly vague, his heart became calmer and calmer, and he gradually saw clearly the Dark Lord hidden in a body that was very different from that of humans. In the impression of most wizards, this Dark Lord was synonymous with power, cruelty, and mystery, but in Snape's view, that dark soul was full of fear of death.

Snape thought that Voldemort was still watching him, so he gathered all the thoughts in his mind and nodded calmly:
"Only those involved in the prophecy can touch the prophecy ball. In order to prevent Dumbledore from setting a trap, we must let Harry Potter remove the prophecy ball himself."

"Harry Potter," Voldemort whispered.

Hearing the boy's name, the Death Eaters were a little agitated. Some of them were tortured in Azkaban for fourteen years because of this boy. Although some of them escaped the trial, they also experienced the years when this name spread throughout the wizarding world, and they had mixed emotions for a while.

Snape nodded and said, "Yes, although his name is praised by many stupid and ignorant wizards, it is because Dumbledore tried his best to promote him, but it still cannot change his stupid and reckless nature. He is only a fifteen-year-old child. We only need to lead away those annoying Phoenix Order wizards, make him isolated and helpless, and trick him into breaking into the Ministry of Magic and sneaking into the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries..."

Bellatrix interrupted, "As far as I know, Harry Potter stayed at school during the Christmas holidays. How did he break into the Ministry of Magic on his own?"

"..."

Snape raised his head and stared quietly at the other core Death Eater opposite him, no emotion visible in his pure black pupils.

"Listen to Severus..."

Voldemort lowered his eyes, his scarlet eyes filled with cruelty, and his long forked tongue made a hissing sound: "I think you already have a complete plan, right, Severus?"

Snape nodded, his voice even and calm, "Sirius Black is getting married during the Christmas holidays. As his godson, Harry will definitely leave school to attend the wedding."

"Sirius! Wedding?" Bellatrix looked puzzled, as if she couldn't believe it. "Who is the bride? From which family?"

Snape's mouth curled up into a sneer: "The Carver family."

"Carver..." Bellatrix frowned and thought about it. She really had no impression of it. She turned to look at her cousin not far away, "Narcissa, have you heard of this surname? Is there a pure-blood wizard named Carver, or is it some unknown small family?"

The Death Eaters at the table knew that the two sisters had Black blood in their bodies, so they did not find it strange. Instead, they discussed the surname in a low voice, trying to dig out Carver's origins.

"Is there a wizard village with this surname in Devonshire? It seems that there are several pubs running there..."

"You remembered it wrong, it was Canon."

"Is there a family named Carver on the hill next to Godric's Hollow..."

"It seems so, but I can't remember clearly."

"..."

Snape ignored these speculations and discussions. He looked into Bellatrix's eyes and said slowly, "Sorry, I guessed wrong. The bride is a Muggle widow, and Carver is the last name of her deceased Muggle husband."

Bellatrix's eyes widened.

A burst of sneers broke out in the living room.

At this moment, this core Death Eater who had always held a high status and the Dark Lord's most trusted servant suffered unprecedented humiliation because someone in his family was about to marry a Muggle widow.

Snape then added: "There is also some pleasant news. Your niece, Nymphadora Tonks, is in love with a werewolf."

The scene became even more lively. Many people laughed so hard that they fell on the table, exchanging happy glances with each other. A few even laughed so hard that they pounded the table with their fists, making a loud bang.

Bellatrix's expression was extremely ugly at the moment, with patches of red and white on her face.

The Malfoys in their seats smiled awkwardly, embarrassment engraved in every wrinkle on their faces.

“That’s enough.” Voldemort’s voice was very soft, but it overwhelmed the laughter. He looked around, and the noise in the living room subsided:
"Many of our ancient families have become a little sick over a long period of time. Our cause is to purify the wizarding bloodline, but that is after we establish our rule... Now, Severus, continue with your advice."

"Yes Master."

Snape nodded slightly and paused, as if he was choosing his words: "I got some information from Dumbledore. When his will is weak, Master, you seem to be able to control his body or make him fall into illusion... So I was thinking..."

"I see. We will discuss this in detail after the meeting..." Voldemort nodded and turned his gaze away, looking at the other siblings, "How is the hunt for the traitor Karkaroff going?"

"Master, we found out that he had appeared in New York..."

"..."

Snape listened quietly to the Death Eaters reporting on their work one by one, with an expressionless face.

……

There are still three days until the end of the semester, and it is still Potions class.

As usual, there were twenty crucibles on the workbench, and on the table were copper scales and jars of ingredients.

Professor Snape, with a gloomy face, patrolled back and forth in the smoke, and stayed longer than usual when passing by Harry. Harry, under heavy psychological pressure, tremblingly added materials to the crucible.

"..."

Professor Snape seemed to let out a faint sigh and left quietly.

Loren and Hermione were located at the junction of the two colleges. The more lively Gryffindor students were on the right, while the quieter Slytherin students were on the left, with a clear distinction between the two colleges.

Hermione was mainly responsible for controlling firepower and timing, while Loren was mainly responsible for the pre-processing of materials and overall planning. Everything was orderly and well-organized, and the color of the potion was a clear turquoise blue.

"Loren...Loren..."

Draco pushed the work in his hands to Theodore Nott from the same group, and approached him calmly. His movements were natural and freehand, and it was obvious that he had developed this habit from ordering people around for a long time.

He glanced back to make sure the professor was not nearby before speaking: "Are you staying at school for Christmas?"

Loren asked casually, "You're not staying?"

Draco shook his head.

Loren vaguely guessed something, sighed and warned: "Be careful, ask your parents for advice when you encounter something, if you really can't, pretend to be a fool, if you don't know how to do this, pretend to be dumb."

Draco was a little unconvinced: "I can pass on the latest news from within the Death Eaters to you at any time."

"Tsk, don't play dumb, you are a fool yourself."

Loren shook his head. "I don't know if the message can be delivered, but there is a high possibility that Voldemort's Legilimency will dig out his memory and throw him into the fountain in your yard to feed the fish."

"..."

The fountain pool is frozen and the fish can't be fed.

Draco finally didn't refute. Thinking back to what happened at the beginning of the school year, he retreated silently.

Loren stood there, thinking.

(End of this chapter)