Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 257: Spider’s Tail Alley
Cockworth.
A small town in central England far away from sunny St Catchpole.
If Wright and Hagrid had not traveled to Little Huijin, Surrey together two years ago, then this would be a short stop for Vernon Dursley to avoid the Hogwarts admission letter during their long journey. One of the places.
But Harry, who is still at No. 4 Privet Road at this time, busy with his summer homework on the history of magic of medieval witches, doesn't know this. Grey and dark colors together constitute the main color of the heavy industrial town of Cokworth. The winding black river slowly flows through the town. The silent river banks on both sides are piled with withered and decayed weeds. And **** abandoned at will.
The fat squirrel waved its thin paws and jumped across the rotting woods floating on the surface of the river. Sometimes, because of lack of support, it would jump into this dirty river water without any mind. Swim a distance.
After a while, the squirrel crossed this vast river that was so spacious for it. It tossed the dirty water stuck to its own hair, and a few drops of pitch-black water followed the slender tail of the rat. Dumped into the river again. Then the squirrel drilled under the old rusty railing by the river, and dashed to a narrow cobblestone road on the opposite side. The alleys near this path are as complicated as a maze, with rows of dilapidated low-rise brick houses on both sides, and the windows of the houses appear black and lifeless under the shadow of the haze.
But the gloomy environment for ordinary people has no effect on the squirrel. It quickly found a fresh garbage dump and got in like a ash.
At this moment, with a clear crackle, a slender figure with a wizard hood appeared out of nowhere in the alley.
The owner of the figure looked at the bad environment around him, a low cough of disgust came from under his hood, and his thick voice indicated that he was a middle-aged man. The pair of dragon leather gloves in his hand made from the softest nape leather of the black dragon of the Hecedri Islands proves that this rich family should have nothing to do with this Muggle town that has been deserted for many years.
Just don't know why, he chose to come here alone. After a while, the gentleman found a correct direction and walked quickly toward the house in the innermost alley.
However, the vigilance of the owner of the house was much higher than the gentleman expected.
Since hearing the loud thunderbolt caused by Apparition, the owner who was sitting in the room instantly closed the potion book in his hand. He drew out his wand and walked to the window with his wand. The tip of the stick slowly opened a corner of the heavy curtain, and the moodless eyes moved slightly with the hooded man through the dark, dirty glass window.
The further you go in, the thinner the sun will become. Even if it is now at noon when the sun is the most dazzling, it cannot change the dim environment here.
Soon, the gentleman in the alley walked to the second-story building at the end of Spider's End Alley. He transferred the gentleman’s stick with the fine silver snake stick head to his left hand and raised his right hand. , Ready to knock on the door.
However, at the moment before he knocked, the wooden door opened a gap that was large enough for people to pass through. A man in a black robe was standing behind the door holding a magic wand, his dark eyes watching it calmly. A gentleman who is taking off his hood.
"Lucius." The dean of Slytherin College, in a cold tone, greeted the senior who was two years older than him at the door in an unenthusiastic manner.
"Severus," Lucius took off his hood completely, revealing long, dry platinum hair and thin cheeks full of exhaustion, "Can I go in?"
"Of course."
Snape took a small step back and invited Lucius into this small living room.
This is a dim and small living room. The furniture in it has gone through the baptism of many years and has become dilapidated, and the owner of the house obviously did not use his magical magic to repair them. Thoughts. A chandelier with candles hung from the ceiling, casting a dim halo, and a frayed sofa, an old armchair, and a coffee table with cracked legs squeezed on the edge of the halo. .
Snape motioned to Lucius to sit on the sofa, while he sat in the armchair opposite him.
"There should be no one else here, right?" Lucius looked around vigilantly, but the walls were full of books, and there was no place to hide people.
Snape showed an impatient expression. When he was a student, this aloof Malfoy family master was also one of his envious objects.
However, since joining the Dark Lord together, Snape quickly became one of Voldemort's right arms with his superhuman magical talent, and from time to time he was able to get Voldemort's personal guidance. . And this arrogant White Peacock, as always, was busy straightening out his luxurious feathers, shuttled between Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic, Wisengamao, and even Dumbledore’s school board. Most of the things he studied at Hogwarts ~IndoMTL.com~ have been forgotten by him.
"There is no one here except me." Snape said coldly. As for the secret doors in the room, he was not interested in showing them to Lucius.
Lucius didn't seem to mind Snape's attitude, but more like a sigh of relief.
"Severus, I'm sorry to come to see you like this, but I have to do it." Lucius put his stick aside and opened the subject, "I don't know, about the one named Jerry Green Secretary of the principal..."
Lucius licked his dry lips. He was not sure if he should be like Dumbledore, calling Tom Riddle in his youth as Jerry Green; he didn’t know what he said. Will it be heard by Voldemort; therefore, he only said that.
"I don't know the true identity of Jerry Green." Snape calmly placed the palm of his right hand on the wrist of his left hand, where the Dark Mark that every Death Eater would have was hidden.
If Voldemort really breaks free from death, then this dark mark will become hot, which is also a signal for Voldemort to call his servants.
But Snape still didn't feel anything. Since he saw Jerry Green appear in the principal's office, almost seven months have passed, and the Dark Mark has never been lit.
It seems that the man named Jerry Green has nothing to do with the former Tom Riddle, the mysterious man.
"Severus, why are you doing this." Lucius covered his mouth and coughed. The fine needle tingling in his palm told him that he had forgotten to shave again today. This is not right for a Malfoy.
But in the face of Voldemort, who is likely to return, Lucius felt that this was nothing.