The slender figure, or Narcissa, walked directly into a small living room that felt like a dim, soft-walled prison cell

A room in a mental hospital or prison where the walls are padded to prevent self-harm by the incarcerated, several walls are covered with books, most of them in old black or brown leather covers.

A candle-lit lamp hangs from the ceiling, casting a dim aperture in which a frayed sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table are crammed next to each other.

This place has a desolate and desolate atmosphere, and it seems that it is usually uninhabited. Snape motioned for Narcissa to sit on the sofa.

Narcissa took off her cloak and threw it aside, and sat slowly on the old sofa, staring at her pale trembling hands that were crossed on her knees. No matter how nervous she was, her body was still straight. Obviously, no matter how anxious her heart is, she still has to maintain her outward demeanor.

"So, what can I do for you?" Snape asked slowly, sitting down in the armchair opposite Narcissa.

"Here... is there no one else here?" Narcissa asked softly.

"Of course not. Oh, yes, Wormtail is here, but we don't count pests, do we?"

He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him, and with a bang, a secret door opened, revealing a narrow staircase on which a small man stood dumbfounded.

"As you must already know, Wormtail, we have guests," Snape said lazily.

The man hunched down the last few stairs and into the room.

He has small watery eyes, a pointed nose, and an unnatural smirk.

He stroked his right hand with his left hand, which looked like he was wearing a shiny white glove.

"Narcissa! Long time no see!" he said in a squeaky voice. "How charming, how—"

"Wormtail will bring us drinks if you like," Snape interrupted impatiently, "and he'll go back to his own bedroom."

Peter Pettigrew dodged, as if Snape had thrown something at him.

"I'm not your servant!" he said in an angry, cowardly squeak, dodging Snape's eyes, like a giant rat.

"Really? I thought the Dark Lord put you here to help me." Snape said yin and yang angrily.

"Help, yes - but not serving you drinks, nor - cleaning your room!" Peter Pettigrew said angrily.

"Wormtail, I didn't realize you were eager for more dangerous missions," Snape said in a slick tone. "It's easy to do: I can go and tell the Dark Lord—"

"I'll tell him myself if I want to!"

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

Peter Pettigrew hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to argue, but he turned around and went out through another secret door.

Narcissa heard a thud, and she heard the clinking of glasses.

Peter Pettigrew returned a few seconds later, carrying a dirty wine bottle and two glasses on a tray.

He put the tray on the rickety table and left in three steps at once, slamming the door hidden by the book.

Snape poured a glass for Narcissa, who mumbled "Thank you."

Then Snape poured himself another glass.

"To the Dark Lord," Snape said, raising his glass and gulping it down.

"To the Dark Lord." Narcissa also drank.

Snape filled her glass again

Narcissa took the second drink, let out a breath, and said, "Severus, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I have to come to see you. I think you alone can help me— —”

Snape stopped her by raising a hand, then pointed his wand at the stairway door again. There was a loud bang and a scream, followed by the sound of Wormtail scurrying upstairs.

"Sorry," Snape said, "he's developed a habit of eavesdropping lately, and I really don't know what he means by that... Where did you just say, Narcissa?"

Narcissa shuddered and took a deep breath, with a hesitant look on her face, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked:

"The Dark Lord..." Narcissa took another deep breath, "How is his body?"

More than a week ago, the news that Voldemort's Ministry of Magic failed to hunt Harry Potter and was seriously injured by the long-dead boy Tierra has been exhausted by the "Daily Prophet" and other media reports. Everyone knows.

If it weren't for Voldemort's return from prison, and under the ruthless manipulation of the disgusting woman he brought back, I am afraid that the entire Death Eater group would quickly fall apart.

But because Lucius Malfoy provided wrong advice in the previous Ministry War, and Draco Malfoy failed to complete the task given to him by the Dark Lord last semester, the entire Malfoy family——

Narcissa and Draco, orphans and widows, were also angered by Voldemort one after another, and were then excluded from the center circle of the Death Eaters.

But fortunately, thanks to Cornelius Fudge and Tiera's retrograde actions, Narcissa soon saw the opportunity to make the Malfoy family great again. She has joined many other purebloods who are dissatisfied with Cornelius Fudge's new policy. The nobles have colluded, she desperately needs to see the Dark Lord now, and she desperately needs to dedicate their plans to the Dark Lord.

If their plan can get the master's approval, approval, support and even help, Narcissa can not only save her husband, but even revive the Malfoy family, not only re-enter the inner circle of Death Eaters, but also Re-enter the upper class of the magic world.

"He's in good health, so don't worry about it." Snape said lightly.

"I...I want to see him..." Narcissa said timidly. "I, I, I mean...I want to see the great Dark Lord."

"You asked to meet the Dark Lord?" Snape's sallow face finally took on a different expression than disgust and a deadpan expression.

"You want me to take you to the Dark Lord?" Snape confirmed Narcissa's request again.

"Yes, Snape, I...I have important information to dedicate to the Dark Lord." Narcissa pleaded with grief in her eyes, "Can you help me this time? For Lucius' sake. Come on, that's really important to me."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" Snape asked. "The Dark Lord took his anger at the Malfoys, but he didn't forbid you to meet him."

"I don't want to meet that stupid woman." Narcissa said viciously, then took a deep breath to calm herself down a little and said, "I don't want that stupid woman in Umbridge to interfere with my plan for my master. "

Snape slowly got up from the rocking chair he made, and took a few steps slowly in the small living room.

Under Narcissa's nervous eyes, Snape stopped and slowly spit out a word that made Narcissa breathe a sigh of relief:

"it is good!"

......

At the same time, the top floor of Hogwarts Castle is thousands of miles away.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, please inform everyone tomorrow that all the staff who stayed at Hogwarts during the summer vacation will leave Hogwarts to attend Cornelius Fudge's inauguration." In the middle of the night, Tiera was firm and urgent. The voice suddenly broke into the dream of Dumbledore, who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly woke the centenarian.

"Oh... ah?" Dumbledore got up from the bed with a "whoosh-", looked around blankly, then sat up helplessly from the bed, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and gave I brewed a cup of coffee by myself, and while stirring, I walked to my desk and sat down.

"Second time." Dumbledore took a sip of coffee. "This is the second time you woke up a hundred-year-old old man to sleep in the middle of the night. Come on, what's the matter?"

The next moment, Tiera appeared out of nothing like a phantom, from a simple outline, a simple color, a translucent figure, and finally a fully visible human figure, appearing in Dumbledore's office.

But Tiera did not answer Dumbledore's question, but sat calmly opposite Dumbledore and waved at the tea cabinet by Dumbledore's window—

In the tea cabinet, a bag of tea leaves, which was very expensive at first glance, flew out lightly, opened the bag, the tea leaves flew out, rushed into the hot boiling water, made a pot of steaming, clear and clean black tea, slowly Fly between Dumbledore and Tierra.

"Don't drink coffee all the time." Tiera filled a cup of tea for herself first, and then poured another cup for Dumbledore. "Coffee hurts your body, tea keeps you healthy."

After speaking, Tiera drank to herself.

"I think..." Dumbledore reached out and rubbed the bulging veins on his forehead, "You woke a 116-year-old man from his sleep in the middle of the night, and you have already told him damage to their health.”

"So if you have something to say, hurry up if you have a fart!" Dumbledore couldn't help saying.

For the past six months or so, Nick Lemay has been living in Hogwarts because of the godhood ceremony, so Dumbledore can take a few sips of elixir from time to time.

This made Dumbledore's waist not sore and his legs less sore, and he was no longer angry when he climbed eight floors in one breath. Naturally, his anger was much more vigorous, so he was awakened when he was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night. It made Dumbledore suddenly wake up.

"Haha..." Tiera was still sipping her tea calmly, "How can you be sure that you are awake? How do you know that you are not still in a dream?"

After speaking, Tiera took another sip of tea.

Dumbledore froze for a moment, took a deep breath, then took another sip of his coffee—

Not only is it not hot, but there is no smell, and there is no aroma of tea leaves in the air.

"It's just to let you familiarize yourself with the feeling of being woken up in the middle of the night." Tiera smiled and took another sip of tea.

"You—" Dumbledore was about to say something when suddenly, an extremely harsh cry came.

It was some kind of cry that Dumbledore was extremely familiar with, but at the moment, it was extremely harsh and terrifying to Dumbledore.

The entire principal's room-

No, the whole world shook violently, Dumbledore felt as if he was in some kind of violent vortex, and then Dumbledore felt a strong sense of falling, and then——

The Headmaster's Office in the eighth-story tower at Hogwarts.

After Phoenix Fox screamed a few times, Dumbledore helplessly sat up from the bed.

After seeing Dumbledore wake up, Phoenix Fox stopped shouting and tilted his head to look at Dumbledore, as if waiting for Dumbledore to wake up from a long sleep.

"I'm awake, what's the matter? Fox." Dumbledore stood up and asked.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." Phoenix Fox said.

"Snape is looking for me? Is there anything urgent?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then quickly sat up from the bed, simply dressed neatly, and then went to the headmaster's desk—

At this time, Dumbledore was stunned.

Because on his principal's desk was a cup of strong coffee, a pot of black tea, and two delicate cups filled with black tea.

With the aroma of tea and coffee wafting over his desk, Dumbledore felt as if he was a little more awake.

He pulled out the stool and slowly sat on his seat, then nodded to Phoenix Fox.

Fox seemed to understand what Dumbledore meant~lightnovelpub.net~ ah——" With a sound, he disappeared into Dumbledore's office.

When Fox appeared again, there was also a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and greasy hair—

It was Professor Snape.

Snape looked a little tired at this point, but his expression was still gloomy and serious.

"It's so late, Severus, do you have something so important?" Dumbledore tried to look refreshed.

"At the inauguration ceremony of Cornelius Fudge tomorrow, some pure-blood families will unite with most of the Death Eaters, as well as the dark wizards who have been fleeing in Knockturn Alley all year round to oppose Cornelius Fudge's inauguration as general secretary of the Magic Federation. Snape said quickly, "They have used spells and potions to completely control the Muggle army that Cornelius Fudge brought in. If necessary, they will use violence to overthrow or even kill Cornell. Fudge, and they have united a considerable number of Ministry officials against Cornelius Fudge's New Deal reforms."

"I already know that...although I didn't expect them to join forces with the Death Eaters...but with Tierra there, they're unlikely to succeed either." Dumble Lido said, "Anything else?"

"Once Tiera and you show up at Cornelius Fudge's inauguration, Voldemort will immediately forcibly break through the defenses of Hogwarts, and he seems to want to take the opportunity to take the Gryffindor sword and hide somewhere in Hogwarts. Something in the Chamber of Secrets," Snape said again.

This time, Dumbledore finally showed a slightly surprised expression on his face, and then suddenly realized it again.

He seemed to have glimpsed the whole picture of Tierra's conspiracy.

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