Chapter 404: feast

The teachers around looked at Snape in surprise and glanced back and forth over the Slytherin Dean with their puzzled eyes.
The skeptical look was like someone secretly pulling Snape's greasy hair and drinking the compound soup.
"That's really disgusting." They couldn't help thinking maliciously.
But obviously, no one in this school could easily subdue and replace him unless Snape wanted to.
Snape, who had always traveled alone, gave gifts.
"Firius, this is yours." Snape pulled out another beautifully packed box from his cuff and handed it to Flitwick.
The teachers guessed that Snape was in a good mood after getting the position?
Rarely want to maintain the relationship between colleagues
"But Severus...we should." Professor McGonagall looked sad.
An embarrassing fact suddenly put on the table again, and none of them were ready to return in advance.
A solo traveler who has been negligent in maintaining relationships and has not given each other Christmas gifts in the past few years. Why did he suddenly give gifts?
"Good next time," Snape said empathically.
Professor McGonagall was a little touched. She guessed that maybe the war was approaching, and he turned his temper.
An unknown plant was placed in the cup quietly. The fan-shaped leaves were green and clear, and the cloud-like pattern above was natural. The whole plant was soaked in water, the leaves stretched comfortably, and the roots were close to the cup wall and cup. bottom.
As an ornamental ornament, it is very good to be placed in the office, and it can play a very pleasing role.
"Severus, this is Spyrite grass? Right, I remember being refreshed." Slughorn passed by the table with a cup of coffee,
"Yes, Professor Slughorn." Snape nodded slightly.
"It's so rare to look so good." Slughorn looked away from above.
There was a smile on Snape's waxy face.
In the deep eyes, there is no feeling that should be, which makes people actually shudder.
After a short preparation, the dean left the school with the students.
A small number of people who need to leave school have also embarked on the train.
Symbolic steam squirted from the chimney, a "thorny" jet sounded, and the Hogwarts Express train started.
Although the situation is so turbulent, a small number choose to leave school, and occasionally students pass by in the aisle beside the box.
Outside the car window is a white land where large snowflakes are piled up. Silver-white snow particles are spreading over the rolling mountains. If you are intoxicated by the snow scene for a long time, your eyes will be tired, but you will fall into dizzy snow blindness.
At this time, one of the boxes of the express train was full of silence.
"It's really not like your style, Mr. Dean." Malfoy said suddenly.
He was sitting opposite Snape at this time.
Snape returned to the indifferent expression, his black eyes seemed to be hidden in the calm whirlpool deep in the sea, and he ate the boat.
Malfoy looked at him with no evasion.
"Send another gift." Snape's face could not see his anger.
The politeness and politeness that was rarely shown just now are missing.
"When I see the Dark Lord next time, I will help you get some credit, you just need to follow along," he said suddenly.
"This is my promise to your mother."
"I guess it's related to the gift just now, poor old lady." The corner of his mouth curled up.
"I said, it's hard to imagine that you will have such a move." Malfoy snorted, stopped talking, and turned up the magazine in front of him, with a few words written on it crookedly-"Sing sing a different tune".
This kind of informal magazine can't be used to kill time.
The final destination of the two people's trip is the same.
Nine and three quarters of the platform arrived. After the two of them got off the bus, they walked to a hidden street not far from the next door.
"The traces on your body have been erased long ago?" Snape looked at Malfoy's body, pretending to be doubtful, but actually coldly stated a fact.
"Yes, that's just an invisible cage." He didn't shy away.
Anyway, the Ministry of Magic is almost useless now.
And it was completely controlled by Voldemort.
Killing can’t be counted as a crime.
"Then we can go, I believe you are good at phantom migration." Snape glanced at the alleyway of Deep Alley.
In fact, taking this train is just a process.
Phantom shift is indeed the fastest way without considering the magic
Of course, the premise is to be skilled enough not to be split.
The two figures suddenly emerged from the dark shadows under the streets, and the shadows grew in the moonlight, as if they were hidden under the wall.
The two walked swiftly on the trail, and the nearby weeds were overgrown and lacked maintenance.
Then the door was pushed in again, and a cold air rushed towards them.
It is decorated in a typical European style and has been transformed beyond recognition. Even if there is a chandelier hanging in the center, it does not light up, showing a dark and dull piece.
The only thing that brought some light was the marble fireplace on the side of the wall. The blazing fire brought a little warmth and halo to this room.
"Severus, I thought there was an accident on your way, it seems that you came a little late." Voldemort glanced at the two of them with his scarlet eyes casually.
They just pushed in.
Almost all the furniture was moved down to make room, and there was only a long walnut table long enough to be extended from the door to Voldemort.
For a time, the long table was filled with various inhumans and humans.
The delicate dishes on the table seem to be furnished.
Because they have their own hobbies.
A werewolf's claws were grabbing a beating, heart, and then slowly approached his lips, nibbled with his sharp, carrion-like fangs, revealing Cruel smile.
The pale-faced man exposed his fangs in the mouth and lifted up a wine glass filled with dark red liquid. The smell and sticky form in it were nothing like red wine and tomato juice.
As if here, a fun gathering is taking place.
It may be that a few tricky Aurors have died.
Also captured several regions.
It can also be pure entertainment.
"And Draco, I guess your campus life must be wonderful, right?" The Dark Lord sitting at the end of the long table reintroduced his wand in a moment, and the intoxicated pair seemed to treat his lover.
This magic wand hasn't resisted him for a long time, but if it is said to be handy, it is so poor.
Let him look forward to the battle with Grindelwald.
Subdued him and forced out the real secret of the old wand.
"Yes, master." A respectful reply.
"Come on, you two sit beside me."
Voldemort waved his hand, as if to them, this was the supreme glory.
All of them suddenly stopped eating, and looked at them with strange, cautious, jealous eyes, and then waited for their seats.
Malfolk restrained his pace, as steady as possible, and then suffocated.
He saw Nagini half wrapped around the corner of the table.
This python is flexible and strong. His slippery scales prevent the physical damage of conventional swords from being damaged, and in most cases, are immune to ordinary magic.
Rarely found his pet figure, it seems to be a rare opportunity, Gryffindor's sword is now hidden in the pocket where he cast the invisible stretch spell.
With a touch, the sword quenched with the venom of the Basilisk can appear in his hand, but he is alone, under the eyes of the Dark Lord, who wants to kill it, nothing less than a fantasy.
He can't guarantee that he can aim, he can't guarantee that he killed it, and he can leave alive.
Maybe the snake is very responsive and fast.
These problems are not a problem when faced alone, but there are still so many Death Eaters here.
His "territory" has expanded again, and some people are always restless.
They are natural rebels, chaos by nature, or hatred of rules.
Azkaban's stubble died, but countless crimes and potential criminals from various realms ran to him.
He couldn't take the risk.
"I think about it." Voldemort said.
"Your undercover career may be over, Severus, isn't it." Voldemort's snake eyes narrowed slightly, his almost bloodless lips snapped a few times, and he pointed his finger at his forehead in distress. .
"Slaghorn is tricky. His potions are only slightly inferior to me. The medicines that are known to be enough to kill potions are strictly regulated, and it is not easy to control the attack time..." Snei Pu explained.
"Draco has helped me a lot throughout the process," he added.
"Yes, much better than your useless father." Voldemort looked at Malfoy and applauded.
"My father, he..." Malfoy immediately wanted to inquire, but hesitantly, uneasy
"He has to do what he should do, and I will give the maximum forgiveness to those who are incapable but at least fair."
"He wants to thank his son."
"We should appreciate the kindness of the host." Malfoy said nervously.
"The two spies are a bit wasteful, Draco, I know you can accept this task alone, right?"
"Yes, master."
He just thoroughly verified his guess by just saying a few words.
Snape did something and paid a price.
At this price, there must be something to gain. The potion mentioned just now seems obvious.
In the future Hogwarts, there will be many changes.
It is foreseeable that Voldemort will give some deterrence to those who have not yet completely surrendered.
After the feast, the professor and students left the parlor and came to the courtyard.
The courtyard is desolate and desolate. The vines of the plants are covered with walls and lack of care. Instead, there is a sense of vitality that symbolizes nature. The bright moonlight is covered like a gauze, and the entire courtyard is covered with two dark shadows borrowed from the moonlight. Elongated.
"This is the last period of time~EbookFREE.me~ Even if I'm away, you don't need to pursue any intelligence."
"Even if it is false information, the Dark Lord will not be too harsh."
"Hogwarts will soon be unsafe."
"I'd like to ask you, on which side are you on?" Malfoy only used his lips at this moment, without making a sound.
"I'm on my own side." Snape said ambiguously
"I promised your mother, to ensure your safety, in addition to that, all I do is my freedom"
"You won't go back, do you?" Malfoy asked suddenly.
"Go back to the net?" Snape said contemptuously.
Clouds and fog suddenly blocked the bright moon in the sky, and the whole sky suddenly dimmed.
It seems to imply a foggy, unpredictable future.