Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 404: Feast

The surrounding teachers all looked at Snape in surprise, and glanced at the Slytherin head back and forth with their suspicious eyes.

The skeptical look was as if someone secretly plucked a piece of Snape's greasy hair and drank a 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 packaged 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. 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 cup. Wall and bottom of the cup.

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

"Severus, this is Spyrete grass? Right, I remember being 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 who need to leave school also got on the train.

Symbolic steam spurted 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 window of the car 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 Symptomatic.

At this time, one of the compartments of the express train was filled with silence.

"This is really not your style, Mr. Dean." Malfoy said suddenly.

He was sitting across from Snape at this time.

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 I had rarely shown 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 gift just now, poor old lady." The corner of his mouth curled up.

"I said, it's hard to imagine that you would do this." Malfoy sneered, stopped talking, and erected the magazine in front of him, with a few words written slantingly on it— -"Singing and Singing Devil"

This kind of informal magazine is great for killing time.

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

The nine and three-quarters platform arrived. After the two got off the train, they walked to the hidden streets not far from the next door.

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

"Yes, that's just an invisible cage." He didn't shy away from it.

Anyway, the Ministry of Magic today has nothing to do with it.

And completely controlled by Voldemort.

Killing can’t be counted as a sin, so what's the wiping off

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

Actually, taking this train is just a process.

Phantom shift is indeed the quickest way without considering the magic power.

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

Two human 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 people walked swiftly on the trail, where weeds are overgrown and lack maintenance.

Then push the door again, and a cold air surges towards them.

The decoration has a typical European style, and it is completely transformed. Even if there is a chandelier hanging in the center, it does not light up, showing a dull piece.

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 the room.

"Severus, I thought there was an accident on your way, it seems that you are a bit late." Voldemort casually glanced at the two 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 that was long enough to be extended from the door to Voldemort's body.

For a while, the long table was full of inhumans 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, **** heart between his sharp claws, and then slowly approaching his lips, using his sharp, carrion-like fangs to bite contentedly With a cruel smile.

The pale man showed his fangs and raised a wine glass full of dark red liquid. The **** smell and viscous form in it did not look like red wine or tomato juice.

It seems to be here, and a fun party is going on.

Probably a few more troublesome Aurors died.

Several areas have been 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 the wand in his hand again for a while, and he was intoxicated as if he was treating himself Lover.

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

Make him look forward to the battle with Grindelwald even more.

Subdued him and forced to ask the real secret of the old magic wand.

"Yes, master." Replied respectfully.

"Come on, you two sit by my side."

Voldemort waved his hand, as if for them, it was the supreme glory.

Everyone 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, 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. His smooth scales prevent the physical damage of regular swords from hurting it, and in most cases, it is immune to ordinary magic.

It is 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 touch, the sword quenched by the venom of the basilisk 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 have defected to him.

He can't take risks.

"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 then he put his fingers together pretending to be distressed. Pointed to the forehead.

"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... Snape explained.

"Draco helped me a lot throughout the process." He added.

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

"My father, he..." Malfoy immediately wanted to inquire, but he wanted to speak and stopped, looking nervous

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

"He wants to thank his son."

"The host should be grateful for his kindness." Malfoy said nervously.

"Two spies are a bit wasteful, 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.

If you pay this price, you will definitely gain something. I mentioned the potion just now, 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 yet fully surrendered.

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

The courtyard was desolate and desolate. The vines of the plants were wrapped around the wall and lacked care. It did not have a sense of vitality that symbolized nature. The bright moonlight covered the entire courtyard like a gauze, and two dark shadows. Stretched by moonlight.

"This is the last period of time~IndoMTL.com~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 instead of 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 and throw yourself into the snare?" Snape said contemptuously.

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

It seems to imply a misty, unpredictable future.