Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The surrounding teachers looked at Snape in astonishment, scanning the Slytherin head back and forth with their doubtful eyes.

The suspicious look in his eyes was as if someone surreptitiously plucked a greasy hair from Snape and drank Potion Potion.

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

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

Snape, who has always been alone, gave an unprecedented gift.

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

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

Rarely want to maintain the relationship between colleagues

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

An embarrassing fact was suddenly put on the table again, and none of them were ready to return the salute in advance.

A loner who neglects to maintain relationships and has not exchanged Christmas gifts in the past few years, why does he suddenly give gifts?

"Next time," Snape said sympathetically.

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

A plant whose name is unknown is quietly placed in the cup, the fan-shaped leaves are green and clear, the cloud-like patterns on it are natural, the whole plant is soaked in water, the leaves stretch comfortably, and the roots are close to the cup wall and cup end.

As an ornamental ornament, it is very good to put in the office, and it can play a very pleasing role.

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

"Yes, Professor Slughorn." Snape nodded slightly

"It's very rare to be in such good condition." Slughorn looked away from above reluctantly.

There was a sudden smile on Snape's sallow face.

In deep eyes,

There is no emotion that should be there, which makes people shudder a little.

After a brief preparation, the dean leaves the campus with the students.

A small number of people who need to leave the school also set foot on the train.

A symbolic burst of steam erupted from the chimney, a 'thorn' sounded, and the Hogwarts Express moved.

Although the situation was so turbulent, a small number of students chose to leave the school, and occasionally students passed by in the aisle next to the box.

Outside the car window is a white land where large tracts of snowflakes are piled up, and the silver-white snow particles cover the rolling mountains. If you are intoxicated with the snow scene and stare for a long time, your eyes will be tired, and you will fall into dizzying snow blindness.

At this time, one of the boxes of the express train was filled with a silent atmosphere.

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

He was now sitting across from Snape.

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

Malfoy looked at him without any hesitation.

"It's just a goodbye gift." Snape's expression could not be seen clearly.

The politeness and courtesy that were rarely shown just now disappeared.

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

"This is my promise to your mother."

"I guess it has something to do with the gift just now, poor old lady." The corners of his mouth twitched.

"I just said, it's hard to imagine that you would act like this." Malfoy sneered, stopped talking, and turned the magazine in front of him up, with a few words slanted on it - "Singing" sing a different tune".

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

The final destination of the two people's trip is the same.

Platform nine and three-quarters arrived. After the two got off the bus, they walked to a hidden street not far from the next door.

"The traces on your body have already been erased?" Snape looked at Malfoy's body, pretending to be suspicious, but in fact coldly expounding a fact.

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

After all, the Ministry of Magic is now in vain.

And completely controlled by Voldemort.

Murder is not a sin, so what is it to erase the traces?

"Then we can go, I'm sure you're good at Apparating." 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 magic

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

The two figures suddenly walked out of the dark shadows under the alley, and the shadows elongated under the moonlight, as if they had been hidden under the wall.

The two people walked quickly on the path, and the area was overgrown with weeds and lacked maintenance.

Then they pushed the door and entered, and a cold air rushed towards them.

With a typical European-style decoration, it has been transformed beyond recognition. Even though there is a chandelier hanging in the center, it does not light up, showing a dull and dull piece.

The only thing that brought some light was the marble fireplace on one side of the wall, and the fiery red fire brought a little heat and halo to the room.

"Severus, I thought there was an accident on your way. It looks like you came a little late." Voldemort glanced at the two casually with his scarlet eyes.

They just pushed the door in.

Almost all the furniture had been swept away to make room except for a long walnut table long enough to stretch from the doorway to Voldemort.

For a while, the long table was filled with all kinds of non-humans and humans.

The delicate dishes on the table seem to be decorations.

Because they each have their own hobbies.

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

The pale-faced man showed his fangs and raised a wine glass filled with dark red liquid. The bloody smell and viscous form in it did not look like red wine and tomato juice.

It seems that there is a fun party going on here.

Probably a few more tricky Aurors died.

A few more areas were captured.

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 his wand again for a while, as if he was intoxicated with his lover.

It had been a long time since the wand had resisted him, but it was so close to being handy.

Let him look forward to the fight with Grindelwald even more.

Subdue him and force the Elder Wand's true secret.

"Yes, Master." replied respectfully.

"Come on, you two, sit beside me."

Voldemort waved his hand, as if for them it was a great honor.

All of them suddenly stopped their eating, looked at them with weird, cautious, jealous eyes, and then waited for the two of them to be seated.

Malfoy restrained his pace, trying to be as steady as possible, then took a sharp breath.

He saw Nagini half wrapped around the corner of the table.

The boa constrictor is supple and robust, his smooth scales allow the physical damage of conventional swords to be invulnerable, and, for the most part, immune to ordinary magic.

The rare sight of his pet figure seemed to be a rare opportunity, and Gryffindor's sword was now hidden in the pocket where he cast the Traceless Stretch Charm.

With a touch of it, this sword that has been tempered by the venom of the Basilisk can appear in his hands, but alone, under the eyes of the Dark Lord, wanting to kill it is no less than a fantasy.

He couldn't guarantee that he would be able to aim, he couldn't guarantee that he would kill it and leave alive.

Maybe this snake is very responsive and fast.

None of these issues would be a problem alone, but there are still so many Death Eaters here.

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

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

A crop of Azkaban is dead, but countless criminals and potential criminals from all over the world have defected to him.

He couldn't take the risk.

"I think about it," Voldemort said.

"Your undercover career may be over, Severus, isn't it?" Voldemort's snake eyes narrowed slightly, his almost bloodless lips pursed together a few times, and then he pointed his finger at his forehead in anguish. .

"Slughorn is tricky, his potions skills are only slightly inferior to mine, and all known medicinal materials that are enough to kill potions are strictly regulated, and it is difficult to control the attack time..." Snee Pu explained.

"Draco helped me a lot throughout the process," he added.

"Yes, much better than your useless father." Voldemort said approvingly, looking at Malfoy.

"My father, he..." Malfoy wanted to ask immediately, but he hesitated, looking uneasy

"He has done what he should do, and I will give maximum tolerance once to the subordinates who are incompetent but at least not bad."

"He wants to thank his son."

"Should be grateful for the kindness of the master." Malfoy said nervously.

"Two spies are a bit of a waste, Draco, I know you can take on this task alone, right?"

"Yes, Master."

He only thoroughly verified his guesses with just a few words.

Snape did something and paid a price.

And paying this price, there must be something to gain. It seems obvious that the potion was mentioned just now.

There will be many changes in the future of Hogwarts.

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

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

The courtyard is desolate and desolate, the vines of the plants are entangled in the walls, lack of care, but there is a sense of vitality that symbolizes nature. The bright moonlight covers the entire courtyard like a veil. elongated.

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

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

"Hogwarts won't be safe any time soon."

"I'd love to ask you, which side are you on?" Malfoy just used his lips and didn't make a sound.

"I'm on my side," Snape said ambiguous.

"I promised your mother to keep you safe, other than that, what I do is my freedom"

"You're not going back, are you?" Malfoy asked suddenly

"Go back and throw yourself in the trap?" Snape said contemptuously.

The clouds and mist suddenly blocked the bright moon in the sky, and the whole sky suddenly dimmed.

It seems to hint at a misty, unpredictable future.