HP makes a qualified villain

Chapter 155 Chapter 155

Snape was sitting by the window, holding a thick book in his hand, but he didn't care to read it.

On Christmas, he was supposed to go back to Spider Alley alone and spend it quietly without being disturbed by anyone.

But now that he is the headmaster of Hogwarts, he must stay in the school during the holidays and spend this day of national celebration with those nasty little ghosts.

The most abominable thing is that even with his supervision, these little troublemakers are not quiet. Just now, he learned that Sofina Ferrez took away nine people who should have stayed The school students, under the pretense of going to some Christmas party, but have entered the outside world, and this ugly team has been wiped out except for Sofina Ferrez.

"Idiot." Snape closed the book in his hand heavily, stood up from the chair, and looked out the window.

The window is facing a pool garden. The water in the pool has long since frozen, and the originally vibrant grass has been covered by heavy snow. In previous years, there would be students playing in the snow at this time.

But this year's Christmas, Hogwarts is so lifeless, in fact, it's not just Christmas, Hogwarts has been in this state throughout the semester.

The sky seemed to have always been so gloomy.

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky outside was already unbelievably dark.

I sat by the fire alone, wrapped in a thick scarf, changed into my travel clothes, and waited...

Sure enough, after a while, there was a strong wind and rain outside, and black fog surrounded the entire mansion, shaking the windows until they cracked.

I stood up from the sofa, and as soon as I turned around, I saw two tall Death Eaters in black robes standing at the door, looking at me coldly.

"Sophina Ferrez, the Dark Lord wants to see you." One of them said with a blank expression.

I nodded and walked forward.

Voldemort gave up the Malfoy's house as his shelter. Although it was extremely comfortable there, now that Harry Potter is missing, he must find him himself.

So I always live in no fixed place. To be honest, after I came to Voldemort's new residence, I can feel that his current life is still quite poor.

The dilapidated roof, drafty on all sides, Voldemort was standing at a table with his back to the door, and his back to me.

The Death Eaters escorted me to the door, gave it a hard push and closed it.

I staggered a few steps into the door, and fell to my knees directly on the ground, but I didn't dare to get up, so I just lowered my head to the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "My master."

Voldemort stood there straight, didn't turn around, didn't speak, Nagini curled up at his feet and spat at me.

"I..." Seeing him silent, I decided to admit my mistake first, "I am willing to accept punishment!"

Everyone knows the principle of being lenient when confessing and being strict when resisting, but they don't know whether it will work for Voldemort.

He will definitely not forgive me this time, but even a little forgiveness can make me ecstatic.

I knew I wouldn't help those Muggles and half-bloods.

At this moment, this idea came to my mind—if I hadn't helped them, I would be fine now.

I fully understood Voldemort's horror, even so, I fought back again... I can be considered brave, right?

During Voldemort's silence, I've gone through round after round of brainstorming, from self-loathing to self-redemption to self-loathing.

Because I am still a villain after all, I will betray my companions like Peter, and like all Death Eaters, I will only be loyal to one master.

"Punishment?" Just as I was thinking, Voldemort had unknowingly walked in front of me. When I slowly raised my head, I saw him stretching out his hand, and Nagini was coiling on his arm, drooling at me.

"Ah!" I was so scared that I quickly leaned back and sat down on the ground.

With a piercing smile on his face, Voldemort stretched out his other hand, bent down and clamped my chin: "You should be in seventh grade now, right?"

"…Yes."

"You've grown up, Sophie, you've matured," said Voldemort. "You've grown taller and you've become more beautiful..."

I didn't understand his intentions, I just stared at him with wide eyes in horror.

"But why don't you understand that it's really good over there!!!" Voldemort, who was gentle just now, immediately pushed me down on the dirty floor, and my head hit hard When I got on the top, before I could recover, I heard the phrase "Avada Kedavra!"

A glaring green light focused on the side of my head, and the wooden floor was blown apart by a spell, as if struck by lightning, it burst open all of a sudden, with scorched black cracks, still smoking.

I was so frightened that I lay reclined on the ground, not daring to move, enduring the pain in my head, and taking deep breaths to relieve the fear.

Voldemort seemed to regain his senses in an instant. He took two steps forward and gently helped me up: "You still behave like a naive child, like you in the third grade."

I lowered my head and dared not look at him

Voldemort continued: "Third grade is too young, adolescent children are very rebellious and adventurous, love to get into trouble. I understand, I have also experienced that period."

Voldemort is a complete lunatic, he seems to be talking to me gently like an elder, but his hand holding my arm is choking me tightly.

I can feel his nails digging into my flesh

Voldemort pulled me to a very tattered chair, forced me to sit down, and then turned back to the table just now, looking for something among the messy things on the table.

I wanted to move, but found that the chair seemed to come to life, imprisoning me firmly in the seat.

A strong, bad premonition rose in my heart.

"My master, I was wrong, I was really wrong this time..."

"Sophina, you can never learn your lesson. I have to make you hurt a little deeper, leaving scars, and you will only remember when you see the scars. You shouldn't be like this." He searched out from the desktop. He picked up a knife, "I want you to never betray me, even when you are in the most pain."

Voldemort's voice paused for a long time, and suddenly thought of something, he snorted coldly: "Do you know why I like you so much, Sophie? Because you are special, I have read your life experience from your memory... ...the real life experience."

He read my memory? ?

when! ?

My heart tightened.In fact, there is no need for Snape's informant, Voldemort has already figured out my details thoroughly.

"You are the most special child, you were born to be my warrior, only you can help me, so I cannot tolerate your betrayal."

I can't tell you what it's like in my heart. It's very annoying to be seen through by Voldemort, even more annoying than Astoria's snitching in front of Snape.

Voldemort cut his palm with the knife, and blood flowed down the palm and the knife.

"You can't hurt yourself, and you can't hurt your only master, Voldemort."

He walked towards me with his palms up, and Voldemort didn't seem to be talking, but was reciting a spell, "From now on, you are my most loyal servant, I will trust you unconditionally, and you must be unconditionally loyal Me, follow my orders."

I seemed to understand what he was doing, and wanted to escape, but I was pulled by the chair fiercely.

Voldemort walked up to me, looked down at me and smiled.

I was blocked by the shadow of Voldemort's body, looking at his hideous face

For some reason, I was instantly overwhelmed by anger.

No one likes this feeling, like a piece of meat on a cutting board, ready to be slaughtered.I hate myself for being cowardly, but what I hate more is the guy in front of me who is neither human nor ghost. It is he who ruined my life and made me what I am now.

I simply broke the can, and I was sure in my heart that he dared not kill me: "The more you want something, the less you can get it! - My loyalty! The right to control the world! And Harry Potter's life !"

I looked at him desperately, and shouted: "You are doomed to lose from the beginning, why should I stay by your side and play this boring game with you?"

"I'll lose?" Voldemort sneered, with an expression of disbelief on his face, but I could feel his anger.Because several veins had popped out on his smooth head.

"You know I'm special! I was born different from other people!" I was a little dizzy, I don't know if it was because I was angry or because I just fell hard, "That's why you chose me, isn't it? Then let me tell you I have something even more special—”

With an unconscious head on my face, the corners of my mouth raised slightly, completely unaware that my behavior was suicide

"I have known you all since I was born, Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and you! Voldemort, no, Tom Riddle! I also know you and Harry Potter, and I know your ending!"

"You know divination?"

"I will prophesy! You are doomed to defeat Harry Potter, Voldemort! Even if you kill him, he will come back to life and defeat you in front of everyone! You will never...!"

Before I could finish my sentence, Voldemort grabbed my face and pushed me back hard.A vine stretched out from nowhere on the stool and strangled me tightly, scarring my neck, my arms, and my ankles.

"You are responsible for your words! Sophie!" Voldemort seemed to have lost his mind as he heard the last thing he wanted to hear in his life.Voldemort squeezed my mouth open while roaring, and squeezed hard with his other knife-cut hand half-raised in the air.

blood falling fast

I tried to keep my mouth shut but the pain in my cheeks made me cry out

I closed my eyes, feeling the taste of rust and iron slowly dissipating in my mouth, and a little bit of bitterness—it was Voldemort's blood.

flowed into my body.

"Eat the master's flesh...you will become powerful and loyal..." Voldemort still muttered words, he stopped roaring angrily, and the spell turned into sharp laughter at the end.

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Draco never expected that he could also meet Harry Potter here, and Harry Potter appeared in the last place where he shouldn't be - Malfoy Manor.

Although he was cursed and changed beyond recognition, Draco still recognized his lifelong enemy at a glance.

He stood behind his father and dared not speak, watching Bella dancing excitedly there: "This is Harry Potter, we caught Harry Potter!"

"He's not Harry Potter!" Granger said loudly, watching Bella tugging at Harry's collar.

Bella turned to look at her: "Are you treating me as a fool? Little girl."

"Believe it or not!" Granger's momentum was not lost at all, with confidence on her face, "You can sacrifice him to Voldemort, and you can do it at your own risk!"

Seeing Granger's determined eyes, Bella did start to have some doubts. She quieted down, thinking about something, then shook her head, then turned to look at Draco behind Lucius.

"Draco."

"Yes, auntie?"

"Let's see if he is Harry Potter! You should be more familiar with him than me!"

"He..." Draco came out from behind his father obediently, he first glanced at Granger, Granger looked at him nervously, she was worried that Draco would expose her lie, but I also felt that Draco would not do this at this time.

Granger felt an inexplicable sense of trust in Draco.

Potter was pressed to the ground, and slowly raised his head, he looked at Draco with an uneasy expression on his face.

"He's not," Draco said. "He's not Harry Potter."

"Really? Draco, answer after you see clearly!" Lucius was a little annoyed that he didn't hear his satisfactory answer.

Draco turned around, and his tone became firmer: "I can see clearly, he is not Harry Potter."