After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"It's unfair." Draco smiled and handed the crystal ball in his hand to Narcissa and Snape, saying as if he was presenting a treasure.

"Look, this is the pet I found for my godfather."

In the morning, Draco searched all over the house for a long time before he found the crystal ball in an inconspicuous corner.

Really, why are you running around so casually?

"Didn't you just say you wanted to find a wife for your godfather? Why are you talking about finding a pet now?" Narcissa smiled and poked Draco's forehead lightly with her finger.

Although Draco was a little naughty, Narcissa was actually very pleased to see him like this.

Fresh and full of vitality.

Draco stuck out his tongue playfully, grinning like he was playing a naughty role, so adorable.

"Just be naughty." Snape took the crystal ball from Draco with an expressionless face and looked at it carefully.

Inside the crystal ball was a ball of red light that was jumping and flickering like a flame. The light flickered and dimmed. For some reason, this ball of red light gave Snape a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"What is this?" He casually played with the crystal ball in his hand, not taking Draco's previous words too seriously.

In his eyes, children always like to talk nonsense and make jokes, so there is no need to take them too seriously.

"It's Tom Riddle."

Harry, who secretly wanted to see the shocked expressions of the two elders, pretended to be extremely well-behaved, quickly raised his hand, and answered impatiently.

But to his great disappointment, the two elders in front of him did not show the astonishment he expected.

Snape and Narcissa remained calm and composed as they sat there, not showing even the slightest bit of surprise.

Doesn't this make it seem like he was stunned by the shock he received last night?

In fact, Snape was not as calm as he appeared.

However, he has always been good at hiding his true emotional fluctuations, so it is difficult for others to notice his abnormality.

Just when he heard the name "Tom Riddle", although Snape tried his best to control his reaction, a slight change still occurred unconsciously.

His hands, which were fiddling with the crystal ball, suddenly stopped, and his fingers twitched slightly involuntarily.

You know, for a skilled potion master, this level of gaffe is rare.

Unfortunately, Harry, who was so focused on observing the expressions of his two elders, didn't notice these details at all.

His eyes revealed some indescribable complex emotions.

In contrast, Narcissa seemed remarkably calm and composed.

He moved closer to the crystal ball that emitted a mysterious glow, carefully examining the flickering red light inside, and fell into deep thought.

She murmured softly, "So that's how it is...it really is a fragment of his soul."

There was still no sign of emotion on Narcissa's face, only a subtle shrewdness and wisdom flashed in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

They all knew that Voldemort had split his soul into pieces and created the Horcruxes.

They speculated that the soul fragment they saw before them was a part that was separated at a relatively early time.

Because compared to Tom Riddle, who had fallen into a state of madness in the later period, the soul presented to everyone at this time seemed purer.

Harry, who was standing aside, muttered in frustration, "Why isn't anyone surprised at all?"

Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to tease his godfather, who always had a serious look on his face.

But what he never expected was that his little trick would fail so easily.

Snape heard Harry's muttering, turned his head and glanced at him, snorted softly through his nose, and frowned.

"Don't waste your time on meaningless and boring things, Potter!"

Seeing this, Harry could only shrug helplessly, looking well-behaved and obedient.

Oh no, it’s over. The Godfather called him Potter this time. It seems he needs to be more restrained, otherwise he will definitely be punished by the Godfather later.

Draco, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "So, Godfather, how do you like this special gift?"

Because they were so close to each other, any slight movement or change in expression could hardly escape Draco's sharp eyes.

Naturally, Draco did not miss the subtle hint of strangeness that Snape had just revealed.

It seems that the relationship between Tom Riddle and his godfather is indeed quite complicated...

Snape pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "This gift is indeed special, but don't look for such things again in the future."

His voice was cold, yet contained a subtle hint of concern.

Although Snape didn't know where Draco brought this, seeing that Draco didn't say much, he didn't ask any more questions.

However, even so, he could guess by intuition that this action would inevitably carry huge risks.

After all, getting involved with those mysterious and unknown forces often doesn't have good results.

Draco naturally understood Snape's unspoken concern and smiled at him.

Narcissa pondered for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Although this soul fragment appears pure on the surface, it is ultimately still a part of Voldemort. If left alone for too long, it will eventually become a time bomb that could trigger unpredictable consequences at any time. It is best to dispose of it as soon as possible."

As she said this, Narcissa glanced at Snape subtly.

You know, as a powerful magician with unfathomable magical powers, she is quietly releasing her magic powers all the time.

In this way, not only can one continuously hone one's ability to control magic, but one can also keenly perceive any subtle changes and disturbances in the surrounding environment anytime and anywhere.

Because of this, even if she didn't look directly at Snape, she could still clearly see every movement and expression of Snape thanks to the endless flow of magic.

She first looked at the crystal ball in Snape's hand, then turned her gaze back to Snape, and suddenly understood some of Draco's thoughts.

Bella recalled that a long time ago, she had complained to her more than once about Lucius's habit of meddling in other people's affairs.

According to Bella, if Lucius had not introduced them on his own initiative, Tom Riddle and Snape would probably never have met.

As for what exactly happened during that period, Narcissa actually didn't know much.

But by listening to Bella's constant complaints over and over again and eliminating the unnecessary parts, she was able to piece together some general ideas.

One thing that is certain is that Snape seems to be particularly appreciated and respected by Tom Riddle.

Oh yeah...

Snape is a genius who excels in all aspects. How could a person like him be satisfied with just making achievements in the field of potions?

He is also constantly improving his own strength in order to seek greater room for development.

So he also felt Narcissa's scrutiny.

Snape was obviously a little uneasy at this time. He looked away awkwardly, avoiding Narcissa's vague and slightly meaningful gaze.

He lowered his eyes slightly and pursed his lips, trying to hide some emotion deep in his heart.

Over a long period of time, he had become accustomed to the powerful magical aura that Narcissa exuded all the time.

If he suddenly asked her to deliberately restrain this kind of magic power, wouldn't that be like trying to cover up one's own faults and directly revealing that he had something to hide!

So, he couldn't do it anyway.

After a moment's silence, Snape said softly, "Leave this matter... to me."

Hearing this, Narcissa was stunned at first, and then a knowing smile appeared on her face.

She asked with interest, "Hmm? Severus? What did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly."

She wasn't worried at all about how much trouble this insignificant soul fragment could cause.

If it weren't for the earlier prophecy, she would not have allowed Voldemort to stir up trouble and jump around in the wizarding world.

According to the prophecy, Voldemort is destined to die at the hands of Harry Potter, which is an unchangeable law of fate.

Prophecy is so wonderful. Before it is spoken, everything is possible, but once it is revealed, it is like a done deal and is bound to become reality.

This rule is as hard as steel and no one can break it easily.

In fact, Draco has the ability to forcibly tamper with this prophecy.

However, doing so would require a great deal of worldly authority.

Once he does this, his emotions will gradually recede like the tide until they disappear without a trace.

Precisely because they were fully aware of the seriousness of the consequences, both Harry and Narcissa firmly opposed Draco taking such extreme measures.

"Perhaps we can send it to the laboratory and let those guys who study the dark arts deal with it."

Narcissa pretended not to hear and continued, "There's a heavily guarded area there to keep it safe. Besides, the people in the lab are quite interested in Voldemort's split soul."

The laboratory that Narcissa mentioned is composed of the scientific researchers brought back by Uramaru Renye and some research-oriented wizards in the wizarding world who love to study.

They are absolutely loyal to Malfoy, and have some gray projects on their hands that they don't want to tell outsiders.

The crystal ball held tightly in Snape's hand was as quiet as a chicken. The originally flickering red light no longer flickered, as if the soul inside was holding its breath and listening attentively.

Snape's brows knitted together slightly, and he subconsciously retorted, "Most of the people in the lab are research-obsessed lunatics. You're no stranger to their methods."

Snape had dealt with the laboratory before, and he didn't object to their actions. But for some reason, when he heard that Tom Riddle's soul was going to be sent there, he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Dark...Tom Riddle's soul fragment is actually not what people imagine..." Snape stopped talking abruptly here because he caught a glimpse of the half-smile on Narcissa's face.

Only then did he realize that he had lost his composure and that his emotions were too obvious.

Snape paused, took a deep breath, and puffed up his cheeks childishly, looking a little annoyed and helpless.

His heart was filled with endless hatred for Voldemort, and that hatred was as hot and intense as a burning flame.

There's something else mixed in there.

For Tom Riddle, who has not yet completely fallen into darkness, or has just embarked on the path of evil, deep in his heart there is a complex emotion that even he himself cannot describe.

Compared to Voldemort, who later changed beyond recognition, the monarch he was familiar with and recognized was Tom Riddle.

"Then Godfather, can you tell me what we should do?" Harry asked Snape impatiently.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the question of how to deal with this soul fragment, and he did not notice the quarrel between Narcissa and Snape.

Snape turned his head slightly, deliberately avoiding the gazes of Narcissa and the others, and said unnaturally, "I have been studying soul-related magic and potion knowledge recently. This crystal ball will be of great use to me."

After saying this, he picked up the crystal ball that was sparkling with red light with a caution that he himself didn't even realize he had.

When the crystal ball fell into Snape's arms, the originally dazzling light gradually became softer as if it was soothed, like a tamed ferocious beast that had retracted its fangs and claws.

Snape couldn't lose his temper with Narcissa. He suddenly raised his head in a huff and glared at Harry and Draco fiercely.

"That's the end of this matter! Don't you two have classes today? Get back to the classroom right now!"

Seeing Snape's angry look, Harry and Draco nodded in understanding, then quickly said goodbye to Narcissa and ran away like a gust of wind, disappearing at the door in the blink of an eye.

Slip away! They don't want to be the Godfather's punching bag!

After the two children walked farther and farther away until they disappeared, the smile on Narcissa's face gradually became more unbridled.

She stared at Snape with an undisguised, slightly teasing look in her eyes, but did not say anything, just smiled.

Snape seemed quite helpless at this time. Facing the woman in front of him who made him helpless, he secretly complained in his heart.

In terms of fighting strength, he was no match for Narcissa. Secondly, not to mention whether he could beat her, Snape didn't like this behavior at all. He couldn't help but think of his father. Even trying to put on an angry look to scare Narcissa seemed to be impossible.

Based on his understanding of Narcissa, doing so would not only fail to achieve any results, but might even make the situation even stranger.