Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The teachers around were all looking at Snape in surprise, scanning the Slytherin chief with their doubts.

The skeptical look was like someone secretly plucking a piece of Snape's greasy hair, and then drank the compound soup.

"That's really disgusting." They couldn't help but think maliciously.

But obviously, unless Snape himself wanted to, no one in this school could easily subdue him and replace him.

Snape, who had always been lonely, gave gifts for the first time.

"Felius, this is yours." Snape took out another beautifully wrapped box from his cuff and handed it to Flitwick.

The teachers guessed that Snape was in a good mood after getting the position?

It is rare to want to maintain the relationship between colleagues

"But Severus...we should." Professor McGonagall looked awkward.

An embarrassing fact suddenly came to the table, and none of them prepared to return the gift in advance.

A lone traveler who neglects to maintain a relationship and has not given Christmas gifts to each other in the past few years, why suddenly give gifts?

"It will be fine next time." Snape said understandingly.

Professor McGonagall was a little moved. She guessed that maybe the war was approaching, which made him change his temper.

A plant with unknown name is quietly placed in the cup, the fan-shaped leaves are green and clear, and the cloud-like patterns on the top are all natural. The whole plant is soaked in water, the leaves stretch out comfortably, and the roots are close to the wall and cup. bottom.

As ornamental ornaments, it is very good to put in the office and can play a very pleasing effect.

"Severus, this is Spyrete grass? Right, I remember refreshing." Slughorn passed by the table with a cup of coffee.

"Yes, Professor Slughorn." Snape nodded slightly

"It's so rare that the appearance is so good." Slughorn looked away from above reluctantly.

A smile suddenly appeared on Snape's sallow face.

In the deep eyes, there is no emotion that should be there, which makes people shudder.

After a short preparation, the dean left school with the students.

A small number of people in need of leaving school also got on the train.

Symbolic steam spewed from the chimney, a "stab" jet sounded, and the Hogwarts Express train started.

Although the situation is so turbulent, a small number of people choose to leave school, and occasionally students pass by in the aisle next to the box.

Outside the car window is the white earth piled up by large swaths of snowflakes, and the silver-white snow grains cover the stretch of mountains. If you are intoxicated by the snow scene and stare for a long time, your eyes will be tired, but you will fall into dazzling snow blindness.

At this time, one of the boxes of the express train was full of silence.

"It's really not your style, Mr. Dean," Malfoy said suddenly.

He was sitting across from Snape.

Snape returned to that indifferent expression, his black eyes seemed to be hidden in a calm vortex in the depths of the sea, choosing a boat to eat.

Malfoy stared at him unavoidably.

"It's just a goodbye gift." Snape's face couldn't see the joy and anger.

The courtesy and politeness that were rare just now disappeared without a trace.

"When I see the Dark Lord, I will help you get some credit. You just need to follow along." He said suddenly.

"This is my promise to your mother."

"I guess it has something to do with the present, poor old lady." The corner of his mouth curled up.

"I said, it's hard to imagine that you would behave like this." Malfoy sneered, stopped talking, and erected the magazine in front of him with the words slantingly written on it- sing a different tune".

This kind of informal magazine can't be used to kill time.

The final destination of their trip is the same.

Platform nine and three-quarters arrived. After the two got off the train, they walked to the hidden streets not far away.

"The traces of your body have long been wiped out?" Snape looked at Malfoy, pretending to be questioning, in fact, coldly expounding a fact.

"Yes, it's just an invisible cage." He did not shy away.

Anyway, the Ministry of Magic is now useless.

And it was completely controlled by Voldemort.

Killing can’t be counted as a sin, what’s wiping away

"Then we can go, I believe you are good at apparition." Snape glanced at the entrance of the deep alley.

In fact, taking this train is just a process.

Apparition is indeed the quickest way without considering the magic.

Of course, the premise is to be skilled enough not to be split.

The two figures suddenly walked out of the dark shadows under the streets, and the shadows grew under the moonlight, as if they were hiding under the wall.

The two were walking swiftly on the path, where weeds were overgrown and lacked care.

Then he opened the door again, and a cold air surged towards them.

It is decorated in a typical European style, and it has been transformed beyond recognition. Even if there is a chandelier hanging in the center, it does not light up, showing a dull patch.

The only thing that brings some light is the marble fireplace on the side of the wall. The fiery red fire brings a little warmth and halo to this room.

"Severus, I thought there was an accident on your way, it looks like you were a little late." Voldemort casually glanced at both of them with his scarlet eyes.

They just pushed in.

Almost all the furniture was moved along to make room, only a long walnut table long enough to be extended from the door to Voldemort's body.

For a while, the long table was filled with inhumans and humans.

The delicate dishes on the table seem to be decorations.

Because they have their own hobbies.

A werewolf was holding a beating, bloody heart between his sharp claws, and then slowly approached his lips, gnawing contentedly with his sharp, carrion-like fangs, revealing Cruel smile.

The pale man showed his fangs and raised a wine glass full of dark red liquid. The bloody smell and sticky form in it were not like red wine or tomato juice.

As if here, a fun party is going on.

It may be that a few more troublesome Aurors died.

Conquered several areas.

It can also be pure entertainment.

"And Draco, I guess your campus life must be very exciting, right?" The Dark Lord sitting at the end of the long table rubbed the wand in his hand again for a while, the intoxicated pair seemed to treat his lover.

This magic wand hadn't resisted him for a long time, but it was so handy to say it.

Let him look forward to the battle with Grindelwald.

To subdue him, to force the old magic wand to ask the real secret.

"Yes, Master." Replied respectfully.

"Come, you two sit by my side."

Voldemort waved his hand, as if to them, this was the supreme glory.

All of them suddenly stopped their eating, and looked at them with their strange, cautious, jealous eyes, and then waited for the two to take their seats.

Malfoy restrained his pace, tried to be as steady as possible, and then took a breath.

He saw Nagini, half of his body wrapped around the corner of the table.

The body of this giant python is flexible and strong, and his smooth scales make it impossible for the physical damage of regular swords to hurt it, and in most cases, it is immune to ordinary magic.

It seems like a rare opportunity to find his pet figure. Gryffindor's sword is now hidden in the pocket where he has cast the Unmarked Stretching Curse.

With a quick touch, this basilisk venom-quenched sword can emerge in his hand, but alone, under the eyes of the Dark Lord, wanting to kill it is no less than a fantasy.

He can't guarantee that he can aim, he can't guarantee that he can kill it and leave alive.

Maybe this snake is very sensitive and fast.

These problems are not a problem when faced alone, but there are still so many Death Eaters here.

His "territory" has expanded again, and there are always people restless.

They are natural rebels, chaos admired by nature, or hatred of rules.

A crop of Azkaban died, but countless crimes and potential criminals from all regions turned to him.

He could not take the risk.

"I think about it," Voldemort said.

"Your undercover career may end here, Severus, is it?" Voldemort's snake eyes narrowed slightly, his almost bloodless lips closed a few times, and he pointed his finger to his forehead pretending to be distressed. .

"Slaghorn is very tricky. His potions are only slightly inferior to mine. The medicinal materials known to be deadly potions are strictly monitored, and it is difficult to control the attack time..." Pu explained.

"Draco also helped me a lot during the whole process." He added.

"Yes, much better than your useless father." Voldemort said approvingly as he looked at Malfoy.

"My father, he..." Malfoy immediately wanted to inquire, and then hesitated to speak, looking nervous.

"He is going to do what he should do. I will give the greatest tolerance to those who are incapable but at least not bad."

"He wants to thank his son."

"I should be grateful for the kindness of my master." Malfoy said nervously.

"Two spies are a waste, Draco, I know you can accept this task alone, right?"

"Yes, master."

He only thoroughly verified his guess by just a few words.

Snape did something and paid some price.

And paying this price, there must be something to gain, just mentioned the potion, it seems obvious.

The future of Hogwarts will have many changes.

It is foreseeable that Voldemort will give some deterrence to those who have not completely surrendered.

The feast was over, the professor and the students left the living room and went to the courtyard.

The courtyard is desolate and desolate. The vines of the plants are wrapped around the wall and lack maintenance. It does not have a sense of vitality that symbolizes nature. The bright moonlight covers the entire yard like a gauze, and the two dark shadows use the moonlight. Elongated.

"This is the last period of time. Even if I'm not here, you don't have to pursue any information."

"Even if it is false information, the Dark Lord will not be too harsh."

"Hogwarts will soon be unsafe."

"I really want to ask you, which side are you on?" Malfoy only used his lips at this time without making a sound.

"I'm on my side." Snape said ambiguously.

"I promised your mother to ensure your safety. Besides, what I do is my freedom."

"You won't go back, will you?" Malfoy asked suddenly

"Go back into the trap?" Snape said contemptuously.

The cloud suddenly blocked the bright moon on the horizon, and the entire sky suddenly dimmed.

It seems to imply a misty, unpredictable future.