[hp] Believer

A bald butter CP article written for the great idiot McLeod @丨Lord-Voldemort丨 and the tsundere and jealous little wife @丨Severus-Snape丨 on Weibo.

Although there are no original OOC characters as far as possible, I always feel that OOC is a good pair of CP.

Let's take a look at it casually.

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Content tags: Western classics, strong and sadistic romance, deep western romance

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One sentence introduction: Dedicated to the great bald butter CP

Idea: I don't eat bald butter - it's so delicious!

First encounter

一

When Snape saw the resurrected Voldemort for the first time, he knew a fact—his former master, the Dark Lord who had ruled the wizarding world with darkness for 20 years, had gone mad.

Of course, the great Dark Lord would not become a lunatic without logic and reason. He just completely threw away the original ideals and goals, gave up the pursuit of which he had devoted countless efforts and was proud of, and fell into a bloodthirsty pursuit. madness.

Snape saw hatred and tyranny in his scarlet eyes, no longer just aimed at Muggles, but eager to revenge the entire cruel and unfair world.

Master, the world has always been unfair.

Snape wanted to say that to Voldemort.

However, he could only bow his head deeply, showing his humility and submission in a humble gesture.

The Dark Mark on the arm was still burning, as if a red-hot sharp blade had cut through the skin, stirring mercilessly in the flesh.

Snape endured this piercing pain, and even felt a little pleasure in the process.

Snape thought it was too merciful to take it as punishment for betrayal.

He longed for more pain from Voldemort to inflict on him, so that he could tell himself that he had paid for his betrayal.

Yes, Snape never hated Voldemort.

—even if he killed Lily.

Dumbledore also knew this. After all, Snape didn't have any disguises. When talking to Dumbledore, he always respectfully called Voldemort the Dark Lord, without slandering or cursing a single word.

This is why Dumbledore is always on guard against him.

It had always been himself that Snape hated.

It wasn't Voldemort who killed Lily, it was him.

As early as when he was loyal to Voldemort and chose the opposite path from Lily, he had already prepared himself mentally.

War is not a children's game, and death will not be merciful because of someone's prayers.

He may die under the wand of the Order of the Phoenix, and Lily may not escape the death curse of the Death Eaters.

This is the end that the martyrs who fought for their beliefs must accept.

But what Snape couldn't accept was that he was the one who sent Lily to Voldemort and caused her death.

Lily is his only remaining hope in this world.

This tiny flame can be swallowed by darkness, but it cannot, and should not, be extinguished by him.

two

Pain and remorse were useless, and Snape could only choose to protect Lily's child as a way of atonement for killing her.

However, in his heart he had been secretly looking forward to, praying for, and when the returned Dark Lord found out that the savior who defeated him escaped by luck only by relying on the spell left by his mother, he was actually an incompetent and untalented After the mediocrity, you will lose interest in him.

In this way, he can throw that obtrusive kid far away, and then continue to follow the leader who made him dedicate all his loyalty, wipe out enemies for him, clear obstacles, follow him to build their common Utopia, and defend forever before his throne.

At that time, the appreciative gaze from the throne will be the highest honor that will make him satisfied and proud.

However, Snape's hopes were dashed.

The Dark Lord, who has been struggling day and night on the front line of life and death for more than ten years, not only will not let go of the savior who made him taste this kind of collapse and despair, but also no longer has the extra leisure time to draw his ideal blueprint.

He gave up on becoming a king who builds a new world, and just wants to be a knife that chops and smashes the world, so as to vent all the pain and humiliation he has suffered.

As Snape wanted to say, the world is not always fair.

The great Dark Lord fell to the ignorant baby.

But he didn't want to hurt Lily but killed her in the end, and he didn't want to betray the Dark Lord, but in the end he had to stand against him for his oath.

He felt that he was pathetic and incompetent, and that was why he was always trapped in choices that went against his will.

But, if he wants to use protecting Lily's child as an atonement for killing Lily, how can he atone when his betrayal leads to Voldemort's death?

Snape didn't want to think too much about it, it would shake his resolve.

And when Voldemort gave the order indifferently, and the fangs of the python pierced Snape's neck, he finally got the answer.

A poor man with nothing like him has such a hollow soul that even demons don't bother to smell it. The only thing that can be sacrificed is his pale and gloomy life.

three

After sending out the memory about Lily, the revolving lantern of Snape's recollection was full of the shadow of another person whirling fast.

Snape first met Voldemort at Hogwarts.

At that time, he had just experienced humiliation, breakup and unfair treatment after narrow escape, and he was full of resentment, depression and confusion with nowhere to vent.

On a snowy night, he left the dormitory for no reason, and wandered aimlessly in the castle like a ghost.

As if he had sensed a hint of apocalypse, he finally saw the black cloak fluttering in the wind on the Astronomy Tower.

The field of vision is occupied by the shadow that seems to be cut from the deepest night. It is just a silent figure, which seems to have the ability to grab all thoughts, like a statue, driving people who witness this existence to bow down and worship.

The ruthless idol doesn't care about the gazes of mortals. He overlooks the castle in thought, just like a high god looking at the sanctuary of his faith.

"Hogwarts is really beautiful, isn't it?"

After an eternity of silence, he finally spoke.

His voice was very soft and cold, like light blue snowflakes stacked silently in the night, it floated into Snape's ears, making him tremble.

He turned and looked at Snape.

Snape took two steps back in horror.

It was a distorted face as if it had been burned by fire, its facial features were like wax, and its eyes were as bloodshot as blood.

In this gloomy and cold snowy night, like a demon summoned from hell, he observed the small and weak human beings in front of him with a sense of carelessness.

Then, as if he had discovered something interesting, he blinked his eyes, walked slowly in front of Snape, and lowered his head to stare deeply into his eyes.

Snape felt invisible hands rummaging critically through his soul, trying to shake out something worthy of attention.

He felt a strong fear, screaming in his mind to run away and stay away, but for some reason, he felt a strange joy and expectation from the bottom of his heart.

Regardless of whether the person in front of him is a god or a devil—Snape, who thought he had nothing to lose, burst out with a strong desire in desperation—he wanted the affirmation and pity of the person in front of him.

four

Snape's prayer was answered.

A satisfied smile appeared on that pale and evil face.

"Look what I found—" he said in amazement and delight, running his cold, slender fingers lightly across Snape's face, "after an unpleasant conversation, as compensation, to Did I send you a fun little present?"

Snape's body was stiff, the blood in his body was flowing rapidly, and there was a rush of heat on his face.

He felt that his indifferent fingers were dyed a little by his hot face.

So the man withdrew his hand.

"Tell me your name." He commanded, squinting.

"Severus..." Snape's heart was beating like a drum, and he looked up at him with wide eyes, "Severus Snape."

Believers gave their names and waited with bated breath for a baptism of gifts.

"Severus Snape." He chewed the phrase, and snorted vaguely.

Then, throwing off his cloak, he turned and walked back to the Astronomy Tower, turning his back on Snape, and said loudly, "Remember my name—"

Like a snowflake in the cold wind, he flew up lightly and jumped down from the tower wall.

The black cloak spread out behind him like huge wings, flapping with a rustling sound.

Snape quickly chased after him, nervously leaning against the wall to look around, and saw in the dark night, a shadow that swallowed up all the light around him seemed to be gliding through the air without any restraint.

He laughed wildly, his voice pounding heavily on Snape's heart.

"—Voldemort!"

His name is Voldemort, and he will fly away from death.

In this world, there are no gods or demons, only him, who will live forever.

——Tobe continued.

mark

五

Snape has followed Voldemort's information in the newspapers since he entered school.

In the beginning, there were criticisms from the public, denouncing Voldemort for being too cruel, using coercive means to recruit party members, and not attracting real people's hearts, and other critical remarks.

Gradually, however, the names of those contributors disappeared from the newspapers one by one, leaving only the praises of the advocates and vague hints of the fearers.

They didn't even dare to call him by his first name anymore.

Voldemort's fans respect him as the Dark Lord and call themselves Death Eaters, while others pick their words carefully and form nicknames such as "the mysterious man" and "the man who can't even mention his name" that reveal weakness and evasion. .

Just from the changes in the newspaper, Snape intuitively felt what "magic is power".

Magic raises wizards above Muggles, and black magic raises good wizards above mediocre wizards, enabling the powerful to dominate the incompetent, and the solitary to oppress the flock.

It fascinates him, he wants to follow and emulate.

So when Lily scolded Snape before, saying that he couldn't wait to become under the mysterious man and become a Death Eater, he didn't refute.

But after experiencing that strange night like a dream, he found that his mood could no longer be described as urgency, but longing.

Before, he just agreed with Voldemort's ideas, and wanted to realize his ambitions through the "power" controlled by Voldemort.

But now, he looks forward to Voldemort's proud demeanor and powerful strength to break through all the shackles imposed on him by the world, subvert the existing rules, and create new rules.

He was no longer content to just be a dispensable pawn, he wished to be able to walk up to Voldemort and bless his name in his admiring gaze.

六

It was Lucius who introduced Snape to Voldemort.

Lucius graduated early, and learned about Snape's excellent potion talent and outstanding black magic ability through other Slytherin talents.

In order to win over this talent and stabilize his position before Voldemort, he took the initiative to get acquainted with Snape. After a period of contact, he brought Snape to Voldemort's mansion one night.

"The Dark Lord will like you." Lucius judged with the arrogance characteristic of a pure-blood family, pointing condescendingly, "However, you must also be careful with your words and deeds, the Dark Lord never tolerates the behavior of his subordinates." madness."

Snape didn't like his airing, but he didn't want to offend him, so he gave a perfunctory twitch of his lips in gratitude.

After Lucius knocked on the door, his haughty posture instantly turned into humility and obedience.

"Master, I brought him here." Lucius lowered his head deeply, not daring to look directly at the man sitting on the chair, "He is the one I mentioned to you before, his name is Sif... ..."

"Severus Snape," interrupted Voldemort lazily, "I remember his name."

Snape imitated Lucius, staring down at the brightly colored carpet under his feet, his heart skipped a beat.

He wasn't sure if Voldemort meant that he remembered Lucius had mentioned it to him before, or that they had known each other briefly.

Whichever it was, he was delighted with it.But he really hoped it was the latter.

Seven

Voldemort waved Lucius back.

The door closed silently, and there were only two people sitting and standing in the huge room.

The room was so quiet for a moment that Snape could hear his own heartbeat.

until Voldemort spoke.

"Look up." The soft voice used an almost casual tone.

Snape followed the instructions, but still didn't dare to look at the other party, his eyes fell on his neckline.

"Look at me." He ordered again.

Snape looked up and met the man's.

It was still the weird face that left a deep impression on his memory, but Snape didn't pay attention to it. He keenly noticed that Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood.

He sat on the high-backed chair behind the long table, with his legs crossed, with a relaxed attitude, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, which represented the frequency of pleasure.

Even so, the look from those scarlet eyes was still full of pressure, making Snape want to look down and avoid it.

But he didn't.He tried his best to maintain his composure, and let the eyes that seemed to be real linger on him.

It's not that he doesn't want to show his respect, but he doesn't want to come off as flimsy as Lucius.

Voldemort looked at the thin and pale young man in front of him with great interest—he just graduated, perhaps the word boy is more appropriate.

This boy had the same black hair and black eyes as he had before, and he also found a familiar fiery look in those dark eyes.

He was not very satisfied with his former self. At that time, he still accumulated a lot of useless weakness and hesitation, just like the boy now.

Eight

"Recently, more and more people have come to work for me." Voldemort looked at Snape, and said slowly, "Do they really understand and agree with my philosophy? Are they convinced by my behavior? I know, of course no."

He chuckled lightly, and said happily, "It's fear, disgust, blind obedience, speculation, and greed that force them to join me—but I don't care at all."

Would a lion on the savannah care that a pack of hyenas stalks behind, intent on eating what little carrion remains?

Seeing the emotional blush on Snape's pale face, as if he wanted to speak up for something, Voldemort smiled and beckoned him to come closer.

After the two approached, the standing Snape was going to be a little taller. He was not used to the Death Eater's style, so he didn't know that he should crawl at Voldemort's feet to show his humility.

Voldemort didn't care about his unintentional presumption, or rather, he condoned the boy's petty offense.

"You are different from them." Voldemort leaned back in the chair, looked at the black eyes that suddenly lit up because of his words, and said comfortably, "Of course, you also want something from me, it's very Normal. Fanatics who want nothing are indispensable, but their stupidity and dullness bore me."

"I need a follower who can understand my thoughts, clarify my intentions, share the same goals with me, have the same goals, and pursue the same ideals." He paused, looked deeply into Snape's eyes, "Are you?"

nine

Snape knelt at Voldemort's feet, looked up at him eagerly, and said reverently, "I am, Master."

Voldemort was not surprised by this answer. He took out his wand and tapped Snape's arm lightly. Snape rolled up his sleeve knowingly, revealing a thin arm.

The tip of the yew wood rod slid upwards from his wrist like a snake, and the cool touch and vague strength caused subtle changes on the skin.

The tip of the rod finally stopped at the position under the bend of the arm, and then poked hard.

Severe pain exploded in the flesh and blood, Snape's pale face was completely drained of blood, and cold sweat instantly wet the black hair on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth tightly to prevent the pain from escaping from his mouth, the muscles in his arms were tense, and his veins burst out.

Voldemort happily watched Snape's enduring pain amidst Snape's heavy breathing, as if he had found a toy that was made in his own mold, and he was carving it to his liking.

A black hideous pattern appeared on the pale arm, and there were red marks on the edge due to the burning pain, which looked a little shocking.

"This mark is not connected to sex, but to soul."

Satisfied, Voldemort moved his wand away from his slightly convulsed arm, lifted Snape's chin with it, and leaned forward to get closer to his sweaty face, looking at the pair of eyes that remained clear through the pain. Eye.

"Your soul has been branded by me," Voldemort murmured, "from now on, your body and mind will be loyal to me alone."

Ten

The blood on the arm that seemed to be boiling gradually cooled down, and Snape could feel the vague sense of shackles coming from the still painful mark, as if an invisible chain extended from there into the blood, invading the soul.

He is not disgusted by this, and even a little happy.

After Irene's death, Snape felt that he was a ghost wandering in the world.

No one understood him, no one paid attention to him, and although he had some fellow Slytherins around him, they were not of the same kind.

He lost all connection with the world, like a kite with a broken string, fluttering and unable to find a landing point.

Now, with the markings on his arm serving as his anchor, he finally found a direction to orient himself.

Snape looked into the red eyes that were close at hand, and he vaguely saw himself immersed in blood in it.

He held down the Dark Mark, and said in a calm and frantic voice: "I, Severus Snape, swear allegiance to my master, the Dark Lord. I will be loyal and will not leave my side."

He gave his life and honor to the great Dark Lord, this night, and every night to come.

——Tobe continued.

teaching

eleven

As Lucius said, Voldemort did like Snape - just far more than he expected.

Maybe the Malfoy, Black, and Lestrange families are still ahead in terms of importance, but when it comes to intimacy, Snape has already left behind all the Death Eaters who followed Voldemort .

After Snape was marked with the Dark Mark, Voldemort took him by his side and accompanied him around.

This resulted in Snape standing aside when those who were older than Snape were curtseying to Voldemort.

Even if they were plotting something important, Voldemort allowed Snape to attend and occasionally asked for his opinion.

The most embarrassing thing was that someone made a mistake and was punished with a curse by Voldemort. Those embarrassing scenes of rolling on the ground and crying, all fell into Snape's eyes.

The Death Eaters were secretly discussing for a while, trying to find out what the origin of this young and tender face was, and why it was so valued and trusted by the Dark Lord.

Snape knew that he had attracted the envy and jealousy of some people, and some people were fabricating some ridiculous rumors.Lingering Lucius' persuasion, which seemed to remind him with good intentions, but actually implied a warning, also revealed his dissatisfaction.

"Severus, Death Eaters aren't like Hogwarts - the Dark Lord doesn't care about deductions."

so what?

As Voldemort said - Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds resentment, and resentment breeds lies.

Snape didn't care about the opinions and calculations of those who didn't matter.

Snape has benefited a lot from being with Voldemort every minute and every second. Those wizards are promoting Dumbledore's wisdom and strength, but in his opinion, the Dark Lord has extensive knowledge and broad vision. The strength is unfathomable, even more so than Dumbledore.

Snape admired it deeply.

Moreover, Voldemort was very generous, and he did not hesitate to grant Snape many magical spells and unique insights he had mastered.

"I regret not being a professor at Hogwarts." Voldemort said, "Although I believe that sooner or later, I will get everything I want, but it is also very interesting to teach you as a student for the time being. "

Snape greedily absorbed every knowledge, skill and experience that Voldemort taught him, and every day seemed to be completely different from yesterday's self.

Voldemort was also surprised and satisfied with Snape's growth rate. Before Lucius brought him here, he only said that he was talented in potions and black arts, but obviously, he was underestimated.

Voldemort was well aware of the commotion of the Death Eaters, but he liked it when someone who was looked down upon by everyone jumped up and stood on top of them - he liked it Manipulative drama.

He not only wants to control his own destiny, but also plays with others.

twelve

Before becoming a Death Eater, Snape had thought that Voldemort would be a dignified and unsmiling person-this was his naive imagination of a team leader who spread terror and blood.

But in fact, Voldemort was quite talkative.When he had nothing to do, he would share with Snape some of his early study tours around the world, which made Snape, who could not see beyond Hogwarts, be fascinated, as if he was following in his footsteps Travel around together.

"I went to Germany and saw the construction of the Berlin Wall. It was a very long wall - beyond your imagination. It locked millions of people in an area like a herd of cattle and sheep. There were soldiers. Guards patrol, and anyone who trespasses will be shot..."

Voldemort talked eloquently, "It's very interesting, isn't it? Azkaban in the Muggle world, and those who are imprisoned in it are their innocent kind..."

"Do you know the country of Cuba? You don't know. Of course, there are no such things in the textbooks of Hogwarts. It should be a year after you were born... It's too cumbersome to talk about it in detail. You just need to know that the United States and the United States at that time The Soviet Union used this small country as a card table, and after playing their cards not very happily, they planned to overturn the card table and make a serious move..."

Voldemort paused, thought for a while, and then slowly continued: "Missiles, a terrible weapon of Muggles."

"Horrible?" Snape couldn't believe hearing the word from Voldemort, and it was still describing Muggles.

Voldemort also realized this, and showed a twisted smile, "Severus, you have not faced the war directly, when I was born...you don't know if you will be sent to the war by the bombs thrown from above your head in your sleep." Going to meet Death...it's a very—unpleasant feeling..."

Snape wanted to continue listening to Voldemort's sharing of this unknown past, but he didn't describe it too much, and continued with the previous sentence, "It's terrible, is the venom of a poisonous snake terrible? But as a wizard, are we afraid of a snake?" Vipers? Again, those weapons are very powerful, but the Muggles who wield them—”

Voldemort sneered contemptuously, and Snape nodded approvingly.

"Muggles have a large number of people and dangerous weapons. It sounds difficult to deal with, but they are also good at killing each other and fighting each other. Just use some small spells, put a collar on a few leading jackals, and they will become Become the most docile and obedient dog, at your command." Voldemort said lazily.

Snape said sincerely: "You are so wise, master."

Voldemort let out a high-pitched, happy laugh. "So don't pay too much attention to the wizards until we've cleaned up the field—they'll get some applause from me if they bite well."

thirteen

Snape enjoyed the atmosphere of chatting with Voldemort like a close friend, always selfishly expecting him to talk more.

But Voldemort suddenly thought of one thing.

"Severus, you don't seem to have mastered Occlumency yet?" he asked.

Snape, who was pointed out as a shortcoming, was a little embarrassed, "Yes, master, I have taught myself for a while, but I am not perfect yet."

Voldemort didn't take it seriously and said, "It's considered excellent that you can master this level through self-study, but the progress of that method is too slow, and I don't have the patience to wait for you to slowly build a wall for your brain."

As soon as the words fell, Voldemort stared into Snape's eyes without any warning, and used Legilimency on him.

In the face of a top-level Legilimency master like Voldemort, Snape's weak resistance was easily pierced like paper, and all his unbearable memories that he wanted to bury deeply and cherished wanted to be collected, obedient as a sheep , Waiting in line for Voldemort's review one by one.

Voldemort was casual at first, walking through the flashing scenes like flipping through a boring magazine.

Gradually, he found something that interested him from those dark memories, and just when he wanted to dig deeper, he was ejected by Snape's resistance.

Snape's resistance was very aggressive, which made Voldemort's skin tingle slightly, proving his subconscious's great malice towards the intruder.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, looked at Snape, who was kneeling on the ground with an ugly face and breathing rapidly, and praised softly: "You did a good job, Severus, your comprehension ability always surprises me."

Snape reluctantly said, "Thank you, Master, I..."

However, Voldemort followed up and said coldly: "But I hope you can do better."

He didn't wait for Snape to recover, and invaded the depths of his heart forcefully again.

Gloomy skies, dirty and smelly rivers, narrow muddy alleys, dilapidated and dim brick houses.

Drunk rude men swearing and violence, cowardly women just weeping and begging.

The pale and thin little boy was locked in a corner, staring at the man with hatred in his eyes—it was not ordinary anger, it seemed to hide a deeper cruelty.

Voldemort tried to get a closer look at the flames, but this time he was chased out more quickly.

He was slightly sorry.

But he didn't continue, and walked slowly to Snape, who put his hands on the ground and buried his head, gasping for breath.

fourteen

Voldemort grabbed Snape's hair, forcing him to look up.

Looking at the sweaty and painful face, he said softly, "Very well, Severus, you have fully mastered this remote and profound magic."

"Thank you for your teaching, master..." Snape said with difficulty, raising his face.

"You're very good at controlling your emotions, but, Severus, it's no use simply locking up painful memories, leaving them there makes you vulnerable and weak..."

Voldemort muttered to himself, looking again at the face under his palm.

He had thought that Snape was just somewhat like him, but as he got to know him better, he found that the boy seemed to carry his shadow inside and out.

A weak mother married to a Muggle, an incompetent father who hates magic, unfair treatment in school, excellent talent and strong ambition, the same philosophy...

Voldemort had thought Snape was a fun little gift that came by accident, but now that he opened the box, he found it to be a surprising gift.

If he is given a chance, will he become another self?

This idea made Voldemort not only fear of being offended, but also some vague expectations.

fifteen

Snape felt Voldemort's hand move from the top of his head to his neck, and his cold, slender fingers were pinching his throat, gradually increasing the force, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He didn't understand why Voldemort's mood suddenly fluctuated, but through this period of getting along, just watching from the sidelines, let him know how terrifying the lord's moody temper is.

The instinct to survive made Snape want to struggle, but for some reason, when he met Voldemort's deep and complicated eyes, he seemed to feel the emotions of fierce struggle and conflicting emotions.

Snape gave up his resistance and waited quietly for Voldemort's verdict on his fate.

"You made me feel the hesitation that I haven't seen for a long time." A whisper like a snake hissed in my ears, "I don't like unknowns and uncertainties. Uncontrollable changes make me upset...but the thought of destroying You, actually make me feel sad, you always seem to surprise me, Severus."

Snape didn't understand why he could still feel genuine joy at this moment.

The heart was beating violently, and the brain, which was blank due to lack of oxygen, was empty.

Snape squeezed out his voice word by word, "Master... everything about me...my body and soul...is under your control..."

The fingers placed on the neck flicked slightly.

Voldemort slowly withdrew his hand and said with a chuckle, "What a likable boy."

Not knowing whether it was because of the sudden rush of air into his body, or because of that comment that he had never received before, Snape felt slightly dizzy.

The feet under the black robe moved away gracefully in the blurred field of vision, but the voice with a smile floated towards him.

"Come on, Severus, we still have a lot to do."

"Yes, Master." Snape staggered to his feet, and quickly followed the tall figure behind him.

To be continued.

different

sixteen

Lily is getting married.

A year after Snape became a Death Eater, he learned about it at an internal meeting.

It was Avery who reported, and he said eagerly to Voldemort: "Master, I have found out that the Potter family is about to hold a wedding. This is a perfect opportunity. There must be many members of the Order of the Phoenix present."

"The Order of the Phoenix thinks so too." Nott sneered.

There was a burst of low laughter in the conference room.

There was never harmony among the Death Eaters.

Some rely on their identities as pure-blooded families, and have contempt for members who have mixed blood, while others think that they have profound experience and want to show off in front of newcomers.

There was only one piece of cake, and everyone wanted to compete for the biggest and freshest bite—then they could only express themselves in front of Voldemort with all their might.

Voldemort held the bait steady, admiring their fight.

Avery blushed. He had just joined the Death Eaters not long ago. Although his father was also an old man who followed Voldemort, he wanted to win some merits by himself to gain a foothold.

He said loudly in a rough voice: "At least I spent my time to obtain useful information, how to use it is what we should think about, instead of sitting there waiting for someone from the Order of the Phoenix to get drunk and break his neck during the wedding! "

Seeing Nott's eyes protruding furiously, the young Avery was somewhat lacking in confidence, so he looked at Snape who was sitting first on the lower left of Voldemort.

"Severus, what do you think?" He looked eagerly at his fellow students at school, trying to get support from him.

Snape was silent for a moment, then said blankly, "Where and when will it be held?"

Avery was speechless, "I haven't figured this out yet..."

Snape interrupted him impatiently, "Then wait until we figure it out."

Avery glanced unwillingly at Voldemort above him, seeing his unpredictable expression, he didn't dare to peep more.

He muttered, "Shouldn't we be asking for this together?"

"Potter," Voldemort said slowly.

Everyone put away their casual expressions and stared at him seriously.

"I remember, in the last attack, it was Potter who saved the son of that family and escaped successfully?"

Avery said excitedly: "Yes, master, that's him. James Potter."

"Who was he married to?" asked Voldemort.

"A Mudblood," Avery said contemptuously.

Snape's hand under the table tightened.

"What is your name?"

Voldemort's questioning made Avery a little puzzled, but he was still old