[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

There was a slight crackle from the fire in the common room, and Harry was jolted awake.

Ron sat on the sofa opposite him, snoring lightly with his head up and his mouth open.His brow was still furrowed, and he looked very disturbed. A cold bowl of Mortra rat tentacles juice was placed on the table next to them.

Harry sat up straight and squinted his eyes to look out the window. The moon hadn't set yet, but the sky had already seen a faint morning light, which was slightly white.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was four fifty in the morning.

Even if Hermione went to sleep first, they should be woken up first - no, Hermione must not be back yet.

Why didn't Hermione come back?

"Ron! Ron! Get up!" Harry jumped up, shaking Ron vigorously. "Hermione's not back! Hermione's not back! Wake up!"

"...Huh? Hermione?" Ron shook his head in a daze, then woke up immediately, his eyes widened in panic, "Haven't come back yet?! Even if Umbridge punished her for writing sentences, it took so long It should be enough..." His face was extremely pale, "What's going on? I—I'm going to find her—"

"I'll go with you." Harry supported Ron, as if there was a huge black hole in his heart, he tried not to let himself think of the worst, "Maybe Hermione forgot the password, maybe she just wanted to... ...wanted to see the scenery, but forgot to come back for a while—”

"If Hermione contradicts Umbridge too much, she...how will she deal with Hermione?" Ron was already panicked, "If she casts a jinx on Hermione...if she kills Hermione... ……kill……"

"Impossible!" Harry staggered out of the hole in the common room, following Ron's fast pace, "Umbridge is an official of the Ministry of Magic, she won't—"

"Hermione said it! I should have taken it to heart...she said Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were not within the rules...if Umbridge hurt her..." said Ron, trembling. "Why would I let Malfoy take her? What if..."

"No chance, Ron!" Harry pulled out his wand, and ran quickly down the corridor. "We'll go find her now, and Hermione will be fine! Maybe we'll find out in a moment that it was a false alarm—"

They stopped abruptly, and a figure in pajamas appeared in the foyer ahead.

"Luna?" Harry recognized her matted blond hair and carrot pendants on her ears from a distance.

"Hello," Luna greeted them in a sleepwalking tone, and Harry couldn't help wondering if she was really sleepwalking, but Luna held out a hand, "You noticed it too, didn't you?"

In her hand was a gleaming golden Galleon.

"Find—what?"

Harry asked strangely, but he realized right away—he and Ron never had it because they stayed with Hermione every day—his heart sank rapidly, could Hermione really...

"I woke up in the middle of the night and found that it had been heating up, and it was a bit hot to touch." Luna held in her hand the fake Gallon that Hermione thought up to inform DA of the meeting time.She looked back and forth between them, "But I'm afraid this is not the time for a rally. So...is anyone in trouble?"

"It's Hermione!" Harry said anxiously, "She hasn't come back from being imprisoned by Umbridge. Ron and I are going to find her!"

"It's kind of a night excursion, isn't it?" said Luna briskly, "but it doesn't seem like there's a teacher in school for that anymore, does it? But Filch—"

"Who cares!" Ron gasped, "I've got to find Hermione right away! There's nothing to stop—"

"I'm not trying to stop you," Luna smiled, "it's just... I think we need to get together first."

She nodded around, and Harry and Ron turned around strangely.

Neville came running here panting, followed by Ginny, Dean, Seamus, Cho Chang...

They all looked like they'd just rolled out of bed, in pajamas, with disheveled hair and a shiny Galleon in their hands.

Severus Snape stood in front of a huge carved iron gate with a complex expression, and two white peacocks bent down from the branches above his head, looking at him curiously.

"glory."

He did not delay long.After saying the command calmly, Snape pulled his cloak and stepped into the opened door expressionlessly.

This is a luxurious manor that looks very old, and every ingenious design shows the elegant taste and noble blood of the owner who lives here.

The owner of the manor hurried over to greet him, pale and haggard, and his platinum-blond hair seemed to have lost its luster.

"Severus," Lucius Malfoy smiled slightly when he saw his old friend, and his nervous expression subsided a lot, "Welcome, welcome, everyone else has already arrived, and the banquet will begin soon."

"Lucius," Snape held him back and shook his head lightly, "Relax, don't walk around with this expression on your face."

"You... you're right, Severus," Lucius Malfoy took a deep breath, "I'm just... just... so honored, I... Malfoy Manor to welcome the Dark Lord Arriving, it is really... radiant."

Snape didn't say anything more, and walked into the brightly lit banquet hall together with Patriarch Malfoy.

Blood, killing, warm music, carnival people...

Life and death are miraculously fused together at this time, and together they form this glamorous scene in the hall.

Many more Muggles died, and the carnival Death Eaters played with them floating in the air. The heads and limbs of the Muggles were swinging limply in the air, and the terrified eyes were wide open to death.

The Dark Lord sat high on the throne at the end of the hall, watching the scene lazily.He gracefully held a goblet, and the red wine in the glass was rippling with a blood-red luster.

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, with an expression of great enjoyment.Nagini circled around his feet, hissing and spitting out the letter.

A strange, knobby, twisted wand lay casually in his lap.

"Master." Snape kissed his robe reverently.

"Severus," Voldemort looked down at him and smiled, "you've been doing pretty well these days."

"It's all about planning, Master," Snape knelt respectfully, "The Ministry of Magic wants to control Hogwarts, and we can use Fudge's hand to gain more room for action. Now McGonagall and Dumbledore are both Not at school, Hogwarts is already in the bag. All this is thanks to the master's guidance."

"The Dark Lord does not forget those who have done something."

Voldemort lifted him up with his own hands, and smiled reassuringly at the grateful Snape.He put down his glass and stood up slowly.

The music stopped instantly, and everyone stood quietly.

"Have a good time, my friends," said Voldemort, raising the queer wand to his eyes, his pale fingers caressing the pimple, and everyone looked at it in awe, "the old wand... the death stick... ...the Rod of Destiny...abundant power...that is the power of Death God..."

"From today onwards, no one can stand in the way of the Dark Lord...no one—"

Voldemort opened his arms, and the black shadow seemed to cover the entire hall.

"Let's revel, let's celebrate... This is the power bestowed on you by the Dark Lord!"

With a flick of his wand, the music began again, even louder than before.

The screams of ecstasy from the Death Eaters almost rose to the sky, and everyone resumed a new round of carnival, which seemed to never end.

"Severus!"

Snape stopped and turned his head.

"Is this going to leave?" Lucius Malfoy caught up anxiously, "You know, there's...a show..."

But that's about it, drinking, singing and dancing, having sex... or worse, killing more Muggles for fun.

"I need to rush back to school and make all the preparations for Master's arrival." Snape's face remained unchanged, "I have already told Master about it."

"Yes, yes," Malfoy nodded carelessly, "Master always trusts you so much... take care of Draco for me, will you?"

"Of course, Lucius." Snape nodded briefly, preparing to Apparate.

"Severus!" Malfoy tugged at his robes in panic.He seemed to have collapsed, and his tightly clenched fingers betrayed his panic, "I... what should I do? What should I do?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Lucius."

"He's killing people every day!" Malfoy moved his lips quickly, almost silently. "You might not know it if you don't come here often, but those of us—" He swallowed with difficulty, "He's just..."

"Be careful, Lucius!" Snape shouted flatly, preventing Malfoy from saying the following.

Lucius Malfoy closed his mouth in horror, but tears of pain glistened in his eyes.

"If you want to do something... no, don't do anything," Snape took a deep breath, "for Sissy and Draco, take care of yourself."

"I should go. I'll take care of Draco."

He patted his old friend on the shoulder wordlessly, spun around on the spot, and left Malfoy Manor.