The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The Death Eaters Yaxley and Gagson stared blankly at the woods and the street, and the young wizards who were shrouded in the Disillusionment Curse didn't dare to breathe.

"Was it just an animal?"

"It's animals...probably." Yaxley breathed into his palms and rubbed them together, "It must be the animals that the group of giant spiders scared away, heh, that stupid Hagrid raised a bunch of trash"

"Those noises just now almost deafened my ears"

"Haha, it must have been taken down... If it wasn't for the order of the Dark Lord, I don't want to guard this group of useless wizards"

Yaxley grumbled about not being on the front lines, grabbing the wizards and bullying them.

"These trash are used to limit Dumbledore. They can only fight, but they can't use their brains. That's life as cannon fodder!" Gagson taunted.

The two of them guarded the 'Three Broomsticks' bar, of course it was more than that, there were at least a dozen Death Eaters sneaking, raping and playing tricks in it, presumably to dawdle in it.

Some people are already criminals in Azkaban, even if they join Voldemort's army, nothing will change.

Except for Yaxley and Gagson, there were some Death Eaters guarding the door of almost every bar, post office, and hotel, but they didn't know that a group of people clinging to the wall one after another came behind them.

Some people were talking one second, and lying in the snow the next.

Voldemort didn't know this at all. He was still thinking about how to deal with Dumbledore. On his left and right were Snape and Lucius. The former was indifferent and the latter was downcast.

And Narcissa was just a little terrified...but she only cared about her children.

"Looks like he won't be coming, Master," Snape said quietly.

"I thought that I could get Dumbledore under control and let him come... It seems that I was wrong." Voldemort's scarlet eyes were fixed on the pattern on the carpet, and he slowly got up.

"Let me go and bring Harry Potter back." Snape stepped forward immediately, "their resistance is a bit stubborn."

"It has nothing to do with you" But Voldemort just said, "Severus, although you are a brilliant wizard...I don't think you are of much use in this situation, you and Lucius are really... a virtue"

"Let me go and bring that boy to you, I promise, please"

Snape pleaded. The man who used to not bow his head to Dumbledore in the school was now kneeling on the ground.

"Tell me why you didn't complete the task..."

"But the other party is not the real Dumbledore, master." Facing Voldemort's questioning, Snape could only answer honestly, "The legendary Elder Wand is not in Grindelwald's hands, obviously Dumbledore didn't give it to him."

"Hmph, that's not what I said!"

Hermione, who was hiding in the mirror space, observed them and watched every move of everyone in the haunted house.

"Granger? I just thought that this kind of thing has nothing to do with that kind of Mudblood..." Snape took a small step back, "Master, you know that I am willing to work for you, but...let me find that Boys"

He went round and round, but still shifted the subject to Harry, keeping silent about what Voldemort had said.

"Now I'm talking about you!"

Voldemort turned, and both Cyrus and Hermione saw the scarlet eyes of the snake, bobbing and twirling in a starry cage that seemed to be made of magic.

Hermione gripped the Gryffindor sword tightly, wondering what magic could penetrate the snake cage.

"Severus, it seems you're still thinking about that Mudblood? Huh?"

Harry wanted to punch that shriveled, snake-like nose in the face if he could.

"I do not have..."

Now Snape's face was as pale as a dead man's, and his indifference was not like a normal person. Only because of his breathing, heaving chest and snort, did he represent a living person behind those eyes that gradually became hollow.

"You have... I made it clear, don't interfere with Draco's actions, your mission is to kill Cyrus and Granger"

"Draco..." Hearing the name, Narcissa looked at her husband, then at Snape.

"Master, we should go out and take a look at the situation." Lucius knelt on the ground and begged, "Whether we want to kill Harry or Dumbledore, we should leave now."

"You stay here!" said Voldemort in a high-pitched voice. "Lucius, you're just worried about your precious son, aren't you? If he doesn't get me what I want... I'll go there myself! "

"No, my son!" Narcissa couldn't help crying.

But Snape stood unswervingly on the spot and kept watching. He was the most loyal among this group of people, and at the same time he was the one who valued the most interests.

"Let me bring him to you, I know I can..."

"You were once valuable to me, very... valuable," Voldemort sighed, his voice trailing off, looking at the window, running his fingers over Malfoy's wand.

It, like some people, can't even guess Dumbledore's mind at times.

His character was getting more and more wrong, not to mention, he also pulled Grindelwald out. Thinking of this plan that fell short, Voldemort looked at Snape with even more dangerous eyes.

"You knew...knowing that the two of them were bothering me, Severus"

Snape didn't speak.

"You are a smart man, unfortunately, I always thought you were a good and loyal servant..." Voldemort was already extremely angry because of the defeat of the plan, "Draco is a little dissatisfied with your behavior of protecting the students."

Lucius on the side clenched his fists in his sleeve and suddenly shouted: "He just got carried away because he became a Death Eater, master!"

"But it doesn't matter, that person told me Harry's usefulness... I never expected it." Voldemort suddenly smiled sullenly, "Severus, this is the last chance, remember, don't let him escape up"

He ignored Snape who was standing numbly in a daze, and walked to the side of the snake cage.

"Nagini, let's go to a good show~"

The snake crawled out of the cage and crawled slowly towards Voldemort's feet.

But Cyrus and Hermione were waiting for this opportunity. At this moment, a silver-white flash suddenly appeared from mid-air. Even if Voldemort's reaction was fast enough, he could not stop the blade that appeared above Nagini's head.

Maybe Voldemort didn't even understand how they hid under his nose.