The Druid Master of Hogwarts

In the splendid Malfoy Manor, Voldemort was alone in the study to meet Snape who came to "report".

"How's the old guy?" Voldemort asked coldly.

"It's the same as before," Snape replied respectfully, pretending he didn't know what caused Dumbledore's injury at all, "that strange curse is so stubborn and powerful that even I don't have the ability to put Dumbledore down. Cure, I don't think Professor Slughorn can do it either."

"Professor Slughorn... what a nostalgic name..." Voldemort curled his lips, his scarlet eyes narrowed, as if caught in some kind of memory.

"It's just..." Snape interrupted his memory suddenly.

"But what?" Voldemort frowned.

"It's just... Fish McGonagall has been using his special spells to treat Dumbledore, which allows Dumbledore to maintain a good state, and, looking at McGonagall, he seems to be certain of himself. Can cure Dumbledore."

"Fish McGonagall... hum!"

Voldemort had a love-hate relationship with Fic.

The rain in the Forbidden Forest not only restored a lot of his strength from the half-dead state, but also restored part of his lack of soul, which gave him the confidence to replenish himself with new Horcruxes. So Voldemort really hoped to recruit Fisch to his subordinates.

As for hatred, needless to say... How many times has this damn kitten ruined his own plans? !

"How likely do you think he is to cure Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked hesitantly.

Although the Dark Lord was very confident in his spells,... that little fellow Fish couldn't handle it with common sense.

Snape also hesitated for a moment before replying: "I don't know, but he looks very confident. Based on his past performance, I think the probability is still very high."

"In other words, can't we just wait for the old guy to die?" Voldemort's snake-like nostrils were open, showing the Dark Lord's irritable mood.

At the same time, Nagini, who was entrenched at his feet, was affected by the emotions of his master, and raised his head high and spit out letters fiercely.

Snape made a blank face, bowed his head respectfully, and did not speak.

Voldemort closed his eyes and tried his best to calm the anger and depression in his heart, and Nagini bent down again and stayed at his feet quietly.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

"If Lucius' son invites that kitten to be a guest here..." He tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his fingers, and muttered to himself.

Snape's heart tightened, but his face remained sullen. Although he wanted to speak to dispel Voldemort's thought, he also knew that the result of speaking rashly was that his trust in Voldemort would be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, Voldemort quickly shook his head, "It's not realistic, the Imperius Curse has little effect on him, and Minerva McGonagall may not agree. In addition, with that little guy's strength,

It is also more difficult to forcibly trap him... Damn! No matter how good things happened to that old guy Dumbledore! "

Voldemort is really jealous of this. If he was the one who picked up Fish, let alone the wizarding world in England, the whole world should have fallen into his hands long ago.

However, the more important thing now is how to let the old guy die before Fishh can cure Dumbledore.

Neither of the two in the room spoke again, only the clattering of the handrail and the hissing of Nagini's occasional letter reverberated, and the study fell into a depressing silence.

Snape was accustomed to such a scene for a long time, and he still stood respectfully by the side, his eyelids drooping, his eyes staring at the ground indifferently, like a loyal dog waiting for his master's orders at any time.

When Voldemort recovered from his meditation, seeing Snape's still respectful appearance, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and then quickly disappeared.

"Lucius' child, that boy named Draco, how is the mission going?" Voldemort's indifferent voice sounded again.

Snape replied with a deadpan expression, "I don't know too much about this, Master." He raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Voldemort, then lowered his head quickly and continued: "Della Coe wouldn't reveal to me the content of his mission, presumably he thought I would take his credit."

"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Snape with a half-smile. "Shouldn't the Malfoys trust you, Severus? If I remember correctly, you should still be the boy's godfather?"

"Since Lucius was punished by you, Draco didn't trust me so much..." Snape continued with a blank expression.

"Hum hum..." Voldemort let out a deep laugh, seemingly satisfied with Draco Malfoy's performance. "He's more of a Slytherin than his father."

Snape did not speak, but continued to bow his head respectfully.

"But Narcissa should have asked you to take care of him?" Voldemort asked again.

"Yes," Snape said, still with that expressionless and respectful look on his face, "but she didn't tell me exactly what happened, only that Master, you gave Draco a task." He started and looked at Voldemort, showing a hint of confusion.

And Voldemort, just as Snape had predicted, ignored his doubts and turned to inquire about the Order of the Phoenix.

"Can't you find a way to enter that place?"

Snape also cooperated to put away his confusion, returned to a state of expressionless face, and replied: "The ancestors of the Black family have applied too much protective magic on it, unless Sirius Black dies. , let Bella inherit the Blake family." For the first time, obvious emotions appeared on Snape's face, and he said with disgust: "Dumbledore looked at him very closely and did not let him deal with it at all. Anything, but..."

He sneered contemptuously, and continued: "Blake is a typical Gryffindor, and days like this are driving him crazy, and he could be fattening out at any time... just like last year."

"I don't need such ambiguous answers," said Voldemort coldly.

"...I'll try my best," Snape pursed his thin lips and remained silent for a moment, still not daring to promise: "Although Blake is stupid and reckless, but he obeys Dumbledore, I can't guarantee it. can lead him out."

"First Clan"

Voldemort frowned in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that Snape was telling the truth, and he also knew the relationship between Snape and Blake, so in Voldemort's view, as long as there was a chance, Snape would Nep would definitely do his best to kill Blake.

So instead of dwelling on this issue, he asked Snape a few more questions about Fish and Harry, and then said, "You can go, and give Wormtail to me for me. call."

Snape bowed to Voldemort, then exited the study, and after a while, Peter Pettigrew with a silver arm came in.

"Master, what are your orders?"

As soon as Wormtail entered the study, he knelt down at Voldemort's feet, and while carefully avoiding Nagini, he stretched his head to kiss Voldemort's shoes.

Voldemort squinted his scarlet eyes, propped his head with his hands, and watched Wormtail's flattering look with interest for a while, before shaking his feet gently and kicking his mouth aside.

Wormtail hurriedly knelt and took two steps back, looking up at the humble and flattering face, waiting for Voldemort's orders.

"I need you to do something for me, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was full of joy. "You know, Voldemort never treats friends badly..."

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