HP Dawn Night

Chapter 229 Secret Mission

I knew that Hogwarts was calm and peaceful, but I didn't know that it was turned upside down outside.

There's one more person in 19 Spider's End: Peter Pettigrew, now more commonly known as "Wormtail."The Gryffindor traitor finally gained the trust of his master, and the Dark Lord gave him a new task: to help Severus Snape.

I'm not sure if this help meant surveillance, but from Dad's unceremonious attitude towards Wormtail, I deduced that Wormtail didn't hold a high place in the Dark Lord's heart.

From the attic window, I can see the hazy fog and the dirty river. I have to say that the life here is extremely depressing and extremely quiet. I don’t go out anymore, and I hardly even step out of the room. Even my poor owl Bethany was not allowed a chance to spread her wings.

Dad seemed very busy, he kept going out to meet someone, maybe the Dark Lord, maybe not.Wormtail hides furtively at the corner of the stairs or behind the door. I very much suspect that he wants to overhear some news. He is like a mouse, spying on everything about No. 19, Spider's End Lane.

In addition to the depressing atmosphere, I was also very worried about one thing: my mother hadn't contacted me for a long time.Her last letter arrived on the eve of the OWLs exam, in which she told me that she was doing a very important experiment, and there was no reply since then.The pendant necklace reflected the cold light in the dim light. I touched it. Both my mother and Watson Manor were too far away from me. Now this necklace seems to be the only thing I can place my thoughts on.

But one evening a few days later, when I was sitting at the table eating a slice of bread by myself, the door suddenly opened with a snap.I jumped up, only to find that it was Dad who came in, with a pale look on his face: "The Dark Lord wants to see you," he announced, "Now."

"Why?" I flinched involuntarily, asking a question with an obvious answer.

Dad showed a rare trace of pain: "He doesn't fully trust me..." He gasped, "The Dark Lord wanted to restrain me, so he thought of you—" His expression twisted, "I— "

"Okay dad, stop blaming yourself, it's not your fault." I couldn't help but tremble, but I forced myself to comfort my dad, "Of course the Dark Lord wants to see me, he probably wants to see every sis Leitling." I forced a smile, "But since he intends to win me over, he won't kill me." I looked up at the corner of the stairs, and I saw a timid figure, "Wormtail, could you please bring some hot drinks to Papa?"

Dad's eyes were full of torture: "You don't have to go, I can find a reason..."

"Everyone has their own responsibilities, which cannot be avoided." I shook my head.He trembled as if tormented: "He won't hurt you. No, he won't. He doesn't dare and has no reason. I promise he won't hurt you, I swear to Merlin."

Wormtail brought over a glass of wine, I thought about it, and stretched out my arms to hug Dad: "Of course he won't hurt me, with you here."

After the brief stress of apparating, I found myself standing on a narrow, moonlit path, a few yards from us with a strange man I didn't know.My father and he stood motionless, pointing their wands at each other's chests; soon they recognized each other, put their wands under their robes, and sped off in the same direction.

"Good evening, Severus." The tall wizard stepped closer, with a thin face, piercing eyes, and blond hair neatly brushed back.

"Good evening, Yaxley," my dad replied.

Yaxley's eyes fell on my face. "Is this—?"

"My daughter," Dad replied curtly, "the Dark Lord wants to see her."

"Oh..." Yaxley's eyes were filled with mixed emotions, "That's good, it seems the Dark Lord has high expectations of you, Severus."

Dad didn't answer any more, and we walked along the road.

The left side of the path is covered with dense low brambles, while the right side is a tall and neatly trimmed hedge.Yaxley and my dad walked side by side, and I followed, the robe slapped my ankles from time to time, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but every time I took a step forward, I seemed to feel that the air was getting colder.

"I thought I'd be late," Yaxley said, his shadow now and then hidden by branches above the moon. "I hear he's still hesitating?"

Dad nodded, and Yaxley fell silent again. They didn't intend to talk about it.We turned into a wide driveway on the right and left the lane.Tall hedges followed us around a corner, and an ornate iron gate in the distance blocked us, but neither of them stopped.In the silence, they raised their left hands as if saluting, and my father suddenly grabbed my arm with the other hand, and then led me straight through the iron gate, the black metal seemed to be nothing but a cloud of smoke.

The sound of the yew hedges muffled the sound of footsteps.Suddenly there was a rustling sound to our right, and Yaxley drew his wand and pointed it at the sound.But that sound was only that of a white peacock strutting over the top of the hedge.

"Lucius always made himself too comfortable. The peacock..." Yaxley let out a heavy snort, thrusting his wand back hard into his cloak.

At the end of the road, a majestic mansion flashed out of the dark night, and there were little lights from the windows made of diamonds downstairs.In the dark courtyard, there is a fountain spraying water.Malfoy Manor was nothing like I remembered it to be, it looked cold, depressing and impersonal now.

When we got to the front door, it opened of its own accord, although no one came out to greet us.

It wasn't my first visit to Malfoy Manor, its grandeur was undiminished, yet the lights were dimmed.The pale statues on the walls stared at them as we walked through the corridors.We stopped before the heavy wooden door leading to the next house for a few quiet breaths, and Dad shook my hand firmly, and Yaxley turned the brass handle.

The long ornate table in the lounge was full of people, all of whom were silent.The furniture in the room was stacked haphazardly against the walls.The only light in the room was a roaring flame in a marble fireplace with a gilded mirror above it.I held my breath, but couldn't help shaking.As my eyes adjusted to the light, my ears heard a voice first:

"Yaxley, Snape." A clear and high voice came from the table, "You are going to be late."

The speaker sat right in front of the fireplace, and I knew it was the Dark Lord.As my eyes adjusted to the light, I finally saw his face glowing in the dark. It was a hairless, snake-like face with a thin line of nostrils and scarlet pupils. become a thin line.He was so pale, so pale it was like the gleam of pearls.

Before a scream escaped my throat or my face showed horror, my head dropped and I was practically too scared to stand up.The Dark Lord was a million times more terrifying than I thought, not to mention the snake on the table and the room full of Death Eaters.

"Snape has brought us a young guest," the Dark Lord said, and I knew that the Death Eaters around the table were all looking at me now, and it was not difficult for them to guess my identity, but Maybe someone is as confused as I am about the Dark Lord's purpose in meeting me, "Violet Snape."

There was a searing sense of intrigue in the Dark Lord's voice, and I lowered my head even further.But he said: "No, no, come on, little Snape, there are still many people here who don't know you." I was forced to look up to meet the gaze of a group of Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, and I only met the Dark Lord I lost my courage after just one glance, what kind of cruel gaze was that, I avoided those scarlet eyes.

"Violet's mother is Margaret Watson. About 20 years ago, Margaret's father refused my hand, but this time we were able to meet his heir." The voice echoed in the room, "And, this heir will provide us with unprecedented help..."

"Master, master..." A thin female voice broke in abruptly, "Draco can—" Draco's name made me involuntarily look at the woman, she has black hair, beautiful but crazy With a face and wild eyes, she is Bellatrix, the most loyal follower of the Dark Lord.

"No." But the Dark Lord blatantly rejected her request, "I still remember Lucius' mistake, Bella... Severus, my loyal servant, will your daughter be like you? Watson's cunning?" The Dark Lord continued self-consciously, "Malfoy and Snape, what a fantastic combination. Violet, I will not waste your talent, we once missed a flower , and now I got another violet..."

How did he know about my relationship with Draco?Is it Bellatrix?Or someone else?I didn't dare to continue thinking about it. I suddenly realized the real purpose of the Dark Lord in wanting to see me. In addition to winning over my father, he also wanted to blackmail my mother, or... He said that Lucius made a mistake , then could someone use me as a flattery tool to restore Malfoy's position before the Dark Lord?

I suddenly lost my courage and didn't dare to continue thinking about it.The Dark Lord's emotionless voice echoed in the reception room: "...you all get out, I have a secret mission for Violet."

"Master," Dad said suddenly in a low voice, "please don't forget—"

"—I'm not one to break my word, Severus," the Dark Lord replied, "but I have high hopes for your daughter."

The whirring sound of robes dragging on the floor continued, and the Death Eaters walked out one by one, and then the door was closed behind me.Bang Dang - I came back to my senses, now there are only two people left in this room: the Dark Lord and I, and that dangerous snake.

"I use your father, Violet, but I'm sorry that your mother doesn't seem very interested in joining us." The Dark Lord's voice echoed without any emotion, "So I'm a little curious— Are you loyal?"

I lowered my head and imitated my father's address: "Yes, master."

"No no, master...you haven't officially joined the team yet," the Dark Lord said softly, "but Severus is loyal, and I've also heard that you are smart, tactful, and Slater." Forest……"

I couldn't help trembling slightly.

"If I give you a task, can you complete it?"

My mind went blank, I'd say not necessarily, but I knew the Dark Lord wasn't like the professors at school, and no one knew how he'd react to that. "I'll do whatever it takes," I heard my voice say, "just like my dad did."

"Ah—yes, Severus did sacrifice a lot." The answer seemed to please the Dark Lord, "Of course I hope you will do well, otherwise I may have to try to persuade your mother to help ’ he hinted slyly.

I cannot refute, the only thing I can do is bow my head and show my obedience and humility: I can't help but feel scared in front of the Dark Lord.

"I'll give you one year," the Dark Lord bowed his head, and I saw the serpent perched on the hem of his robe, hissing at me, "to kill Albus Dumbledore."