Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 302: The Lonely Tia

Little Hangleton Village, Riddle House.

"...Master, master, this is how things are."

"In other words, McLean did not take the prophecy ball? It is still in the prophecy hall?"

"Yes, master..."

"Hmph, got it...you did a good job this time..."

Lucius stood at the long table restlessly, answering Voldemort's question with a trembling voice.

On the other side, Voldemort was still sitting at the end of the long table, his gloomy expression showing that he was never in a good mood right now.

Compared with the period when Maca was still alive, there are now a lot fewer Death Eaters in Riddle House, because many people were arrested at the audiovisual conference last time.

Azkaban has also stepped up its guard. Except for the small part previously received by Voldemort, the other dementors have been confined to the island where the Azkaban Wizarding Prison is located.

After the prison escape event set off by Maca, the Ministry of Magic also spent a lot of effort, but now it seems that these efforts are still worthwhile.

The forces gathered by Voldemort have actually developed no more easily than the Order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, there are dozens of dark wizards sitting sparsely on the long conference table, which is still as clean as new. They bow their heads silently, obviously they are also under a lot of pressure here.

Some of these pressures came from the angry Voldemort, while some came from the powerful resistance of the Order of the Phoenix.

"All in all, this action is fruitful--from now on, the strength of that McLean will inevitably drop drastically, and we are one step closer to that common ideal!"

"...Speaking nicely, haven't you been hurt yourself?"

In the past, whenever Voldemort spoke, no one would dare to bother him, let alone make a rude speech.

But now, there is a person who always pours a basin of cold water on this critical moment.

"..." The corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched, and the blue veins on his temples twitched slightly, apparently holding back his anger, "Mr. Blois, would you please stop interjecting?"

In front of the window next to the conference table, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes sat there with his legs crossed, his eyes always on the scenery outside the window.

"Since I have promised to help you once, then I naturally need to consider the gains and losses," he said coldly, "if possible, naturally the easier it is-the Blois family's resources are not Used for waste."

"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, dissatisfied, "So what? A transaction is a transaction."

"If you die, won't the deal be gone?" Mr. Blois said, and glanced back at him, "If you want me to see, your injury is not easy..."

"...Compared with your ‘borrowed’ power, I am more interested in the other wizard."

"Then you might as well—"

Voldemort's angry words were mixed, and he held back in the middle.

The wizard who appeared suddenly has now become one of his important cards. He doesn't want to push it to the opposite side of him because of his impulse.

The situation right now is bad enough, and if such a powerful wizard with ancient heritage is added as an opponent, then he might as well give up directly.

"Okay, Mr. Blois." Voldemort took a deep breath. "I will strive for the advantage as much as possible. This is exactly what I have been doing."

"That's good," Mr. Blois nodded slightly, "By the way, I would like to remind you: The injury you have suffered is probably related to ancient magic."

Voldemort subconsciously touched his back waist, where the cold was constantly blowing out, and even the chair he was sitting on was covered with frost.

His current body is entirely made up of the power derived from the Bewitching Stele, but the beam of light emitted by Maca can affect even non-physical energy.

Now he has not thought of any way to get rid of it except to limit the "coldness" from spreading.

This sneak attack, in fact, can be said to be the result of a loss for both sides.

"At least this time, his injury must be much more serious than mine." A sneer appeared on Voldemort's handsome face, but then he became more gloomy.

At the last moment, he was almost thrown into that weird arch.

Only a few inches from the black curtain, he even vaguely heard some inexplicable whispers, which penetrated the curtain and reached his ears.

That thing is dangerous! It's absolutely dangerous! If not necessary, he would never want to be near that place in his life.

"Lucius..."

"Master?"

"I remember, your son went to school at Hogwarts? Is it also at Slytherin College?"

"Uh...yes, yes, master."

"He will bring me the next one. I want to have dinner with him."

"Master, this... my son is too young, he may not be of much use--"

"Huh?"

"No...ah, yes, yes, I see, master."

"Just understand, you go back first! The Ministry of Magic needs you to bother..."

"This, this is my honor, Master..."

……

Old Black House, in the innermost bedroom on the left side of the second floor. Tia was shrinking on the table by the window, leaning on the window glass and staring blankly at the square outside.

Probably because she often takes a shower in the early hours of the morning when there is no one. She looks much cleaner than she was a while ago.

The long, smooth, jet-black hair was tied loosely by her, and then laid on her shoulders casually.

Wearing a set of pajamas that Mrs. Weasley wore when she was young-it looked a little short, but as long as she didn't see anyone, she could do it.

Under this lazy dress, her characterless face now looks more and more ordinary, the kind that is hard to notice when thrown on the street. .

She has stayed in this bedroom since she was forcibly caught in this house by the dark-skinned wizard.

She was actually imprisoned here at the beginning, but she stayed here for a long time and she didn't want to go out herself.

For Tia, it’s better than any place she’s ever stayed here—no need to see people, no words, no being scolded, beaten or bullied, and there’s food every day.

If it wasn't for some things still lingering in her mind, she really wanted to live here for the rest of her life.

Thinking of this, Tia pulled out a silver pendant from the collar and pressed it lightly on the top of the pendant. With a light "click", the pendant automatically bounced off the flap, revealing the small picture inside.

This is an ordinary Muggle photo. The man and woman above are smiling and cuddling together, looking very happy.

Behind the pair of men and women is a calm river; in the distance, beside the man's head, you can vaguely see a row of low buildings.

It is worth mentioning that there is a strange black pillar that is thick and long, and looks quite different in that row of buildings.

Tia stared at the photo in the pendant, stretched out her finger to touch it lightly, but finally shrank and put her hand back.

"Tuk Tuk."

Just as Tia was stunned, two reserved knocks suddenly sounded at the door of the bedroom.

Tia's hand holding the pendant shook slightly, and then immediately hurriedly tucked the pendant back into the collar, and looked nervously toward the door.

"Miss Tia, it's me, Lena."

It’s actually very easy to get along with Lena, and even Tia thinks so-Lena doesn’t like to talk much, but she can quickly understand your intentions and give a short and appropriate response.

And most importantly, Lena is very good at keeping her distance from people.

For Tia, who would feel uneasy when seeing anyone, her existence is simply a kind of salvation.

Tia climbed out of the bed lightly, hurried to the door wearing slippers, and then opened the bedroom door with her mouth pursed.

Lena walked into the room with the tray, silently placed it on the table aside, and then tidied up the lunch tableware after she had finished eating, then walked quietly outside the door~IndoMTL.com~ From the beginning to the end, she never said a word, not even glanced at Tia. But her behavior will not leave an impression of impoliteness, because her every move seems so peaceful and natural.

"...thanks, thank you."

This is the first time Tia has taken the initiative to speak to someone since living here.

Lena turned her head slightly at the door. She did not speak, but gave Tia a slight salute, and then silently closed the door.

Tia stared at the closed door for a while, then walked to the table where the dinner was placed.

"Yeah--"

The moment she just sat down and took the fork in her hand, a miserable scream faintly came from downstairs, which made her tremble all over, and the fork in her hand almost fell into the soup bowl. in.

However, surprisingly, she did not curl up and tremble with fear as usual.

Actually, it's all because she has lived here for a long time, and has become a bit accustomed to that terrifying scream.

Don’t ask, it must be Sirius’ mother who awakened it!

This old house has always been very lively, and in this regard, Tia is actually very uncomfortable. But even so, compared to other places, life here is enough to satisfy her.

Re-holding the fork firmly, Tia carefully forkped a piece of baked potato and stuffed it into her mouth.

She only smiles sweetly every time she eats. Whether the food is delicious on earth or shabby black bread slices, as long as it can fill her stomach, she will be satisfied.

People who have not experienced a life of long-term undereating will never truly experience this supreme sense of happiness.