Chapter 592 No Need to Pretend, It's Just the Way It Is

Facing those scarlet snake eyes, Snape quietly lowered his head, making a respectful and sincere gesture. From an angle that no one could see, there was no ripple in those deep eyes.

Sure enough, he would not allow any accident to happen...

Since making his own Horcrux, the concept of life and death has become increasingly insignificant. His heart has become calmer and calmer, and he has gradually seen clearly that the Dark Lord hidden in a body that is completely different from human beings is in the impression of most wizards. In the film, the Dark Lord is synonymous with power, cruelty, and mystery, but in Snape's view, that dark soul is full of fear of death.

Snape thought that Voldemort was still watching him, gathered all the thoughts in his mind, and nodded calmly:

"Only the people involved in the prophecy can touch the prophecy ball. In order to prevent Dumbledore from setting a trap, we must let Harry Potter remove the prophecy ball himself."

"Harry Potter." Voldemort whispered.

Hearing the boy's name, the Death Eaters were a little commotion. Some of them were tortured in Azkaban for fourteen years precisely because of this boy. Although some escaped from trial, they also experienced it personally. As this name spread throughout the magical world, I felt a little complicated for a while.

Snape nodded in greeting: "Yes, even though his name is praised by many stupid and ignorant wizards, that's because Dumbledore tried his best to publicize it for him, but it still couldn't change his stupid and reckless nature. He just A fifteen-year-old kid, we just need to lure those annoying Order wizards away, make him isolated, trick him into breaking into the Ministry of Magic, and sneak into the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries..."

Bellatrix interrupted loudly: "As far as I know, Harry Potter stayed at school during the Christmas vacation. How did he break into the Ministry of Magic on his own?"

"..."

Snape raised his head and stared quietly at the other core Death Eater opposite, with no emotion visible in his pure black pupils.

"Listen to Severus..."

Voldemort lowered his gaze, his scarlet eyes filled with cruel looks, and his long and forked tongue made a hissing sound: "I think you already have a complete plan, is that right, Severus?"

Snape nodded, his voice calm and steady: "Sirius Black is about to get married during the Christmas vacation. As his godson, Harry will definitely leave school to attend the wedding."

"Sirius! Wedding?" Bellatrix looked surprised, as if in disbelief, "Who is the woman? Which family is she from?"

Snape's lips curved into a sneer: "The Carver family."

"Carver..." Bellatrix frowned and thought. She really had no idea. She turned to look at her cousin not far away, "Narcissa, have you heard of this surname? There is a pure-blood wizard with the surname Carver." Is it from Fu, or some unknown small family? "

The Death Eaters next to the table knew that the two sisters had the blood of the Black family, so they did not find it strange. Instead, they discussed this surname in a low voice, trying to dig out the origin of Carver.

"The wizarding village over in Devon County has this surname, right? It seems to run several taverns..."

"You remember wrongly, that's Canon."

"Is there a family named Carver on the hill next to Godric's Hollow..."

"It seems there is, but I can't remember clearly."

"..."

Snape ignored these speculations and discussions, looked into Bellatrix's eyes, and said leisurely: "Sorry, I guessed wrong. The bride is a Muggle widow, and Carver is the son of her dead Muggle husband. surname."

Bellatrix's eyes widened.

The living room erupted in jeers.

At this moment, this core Death Eater, who had always had a high status and the Dark Lord's most trusted servant, suffered unprecedented humiliation because a member of his family was about to marry a Muggle widow.

Snape then added: "There is also delightful news. Your niece, Nymphadora Tonks, is in a relationship with a werewolf."

The scene became more lively, with many people laughing so much that they fell on the table and exchanged happy glances with each other. Some even laughed so much that they punched the table with their fists, making it bang.

Bellatrix looked extremely ugly at the moment, with patches of red and white on her face.

The Malfoys on the seats were smiling, embarrassment engraved in every wrinkle.

"enough."

Voldemort's voice was very soft, but it subdued the jeers. He looked around, and the noise in the living room calmed down:

"Over time, many of our ancient families have become a bit morbid, and our cause was to purify the bloodline of wizards, but that was after we established our rule... Now, Severus, continue with your advice. "

"Yes Master."

Snape nodded slightly, paused, and seemed to be considering his words: "I got some information from Dumbledore. When his will is weak, Master, you seem to be able to control his body, or make him fall into an illusion... …So I was thinking…”

"I understand, we will discuss it in detail after the meeting..." Voldemort nodded and turned away, looking at the other brother and sister, "How is the hunt for the traitor Karkaroff going?"

"Master, we found out that he once appeared in New York..."

"..."

Snape listened quietly to the Death Eaters present reporting on their work one by one, his face expressionless.

…

There are still three days until the end of the semester, and it's still Potions class.

As usual, there were twenty crucibles on the operating table, and a copper scale and jars of ingredients on the table.

Professor Snape, with a gloomy face, patrolled back and forth in the smoke, and stayed longer than usual when passing by Harry. Harry, under heavy psychological pressure, tremblingly added materials to the crucible.

"..."

Professor Snape seemed to sigh faintly and left quietly.

Loren and Hermione were located at the junction of the two colleges. The more lively Gryffindor students on the right and the quieter Slytherin students on the left were clearly divided.

Hermione was mainly responsible for controlling firepower and grasping timing, while Loren was mainly responsible for the pre-processing and overall planning of materials. They were orderly and clear, and the color of the potion was clear blue.

"Loren... Loren..."

Draco pushed the work in his hand to Theodore Nott in the same group, and approached him calmly. His movements were natural and free and easy, and he could see that he had developed a habit of ordering people for a long time.

He looked back and made sure the professor was not around before he started talking: "Are you staying at school for Christmas?"

Loren asked casually: "You're not staying?"

Draco shook his head.

Loren vaguely guessed something, sighed and warned: "Be careful, ask your parents for advice when you encounter something, if you really can't, pretend to be a fool, if you don't know this, pretend to be dumb."

Draco was a little unconvinced: "I can pass on the latest news from the Death Eaters to you at any time."

"Tsk, don't pretend to be stupid, you are a fool yourself."

Loren shook his head: "I don't know if I can pass on the news, but it is very likely that Voldemort's Legilimency will dig out my memory and throw it into the fountain in your yard to feed the fish."

"..."

The fountain was frozen and couldn't feed the fish.

Draco didn't refute it in the end. Thinking back to what happened at the beginning of the school, he retreated silently.

Loren stood in his place, thinking.