Vol 2 Chapter 1093:

"Peter Pettigrew, is he still dead?"
Although Fanlin was not too cold about the Ministry of Magic's actions, the term Peter Pettigrew still irritated him.
That was the guy he took a lot of effort to get back, and he was locked in Azkaban. Even if Bellatrix and others escaped on a large scale last time, Peter Pettigrew did not get from Azka When Ban left, Fanlin once thought that Voldemort had completely abandoned his servant, but this time...
"Oh, yes." The Auror hesitated, "Sirius Black told us not to let him die, but now it seems that this was a wrong decision."
"This is indeed a wrong decision." Fanlin shook his head. He really couldn't grasp what Sirius thought.
Perhaps it was because the old friends of the past died one by one, and Sirius thought that Peter Pettigrew would stay in Azkaban honestly and hungry.
Or, let him live in pain?
In any case, life in Azkaban is not as good as death, but a Death Eater and the others left, it still did not get there.
at the same time……
On a dirty little river far from London, the banks of the river were overgrown with weeds and trash.
A huge chimney stood abruptly there, looking dark and terrifying, it was the remains of an abandoned mill.
There was no sound around, only the rustling sound of the black river passing by, and a skinny fox sneaked out, looking hopefully through the old packages of fried fish and potato chips among the tall weeds. .
Other than that, there is no sign of living life here. Suddenly, there was a faint blast by the river, and a slender man with a hood walked out of the thin air.
The fox was stunned for a moment, staring at this unusual scene alertly. The man seemed to find the direction for a while, and then walked over briskly, the long cloak brushing over the weeds, making a rustling noise.
Then there was another explosion, and another man in a hood appeared.
"Wait for me!" The fox curled up in the overgrown weeds, seeming to be frightened by the harsh cry. It suddenly jumped up from a hidden place and ran upstream.
At this moment, a green light flashed suddenly, followed by a scream, and the fox fell to the ground and died. The second man went up and turned the fox over with his toes.
"Just a fox," a contemptuous female voice came from under the hood. "I thought it was an Auror—Cissy, wait for me!" The person she was chasing had just looked back at the flash, and then continued hurriedly to the shore. "Cissy—Narcissa—listen to me—" The second woman grabbed the arm of the woman in front, but she broke free again immediately.
"You go back, Bella!"
"You must listen to me!"
"I've heard it. I also made a decision, don't bother me anymore!"
Narcissa had already climbed to the shore, and the old guardrail on the shore separated the creek from a narrow cobblestone road. Bella also followed immediately. They stood side by side on the side of the road, looking at the rows of dilapidated brick houses on the opposite side, their windows appearing dim and hidden in the dark.
"He lives here?" Bellatrix asked contemptuously. "Here? In this dung pile of Muggles? We must be the first of our kind to set foot in—"
But Narcissa did not listen to her at all; she had found a gap in the rusty guardrail and drilled through it, and hurriedly prepared to cross the road.
"Cissy, wait!" Bella followed closely, her robe floating slightly behind her, and she saw Narcissa passing through an alley between the houses and turning into another almost identical alley.
Some street lights were broken; two women were running in this dappled light and darkness. Bella finally caught up with Narcissa after turning another corner, this time she managed to grab Narcissa's arm and pulled her over.
"Cissy, you can't do this, you can't trust him—"
"The Dark Lord trusts him, doesn't he?"
"The Dark Lord... I believe... a mistake was made," Bella panted, and when she saw that there was no one else around, the eyes under her hood flashed.
"Under no circumstances should we tell others about this plan. This is a betrayal of the Dark Lord—"
"Let go of me, Bella!" Narcissa roared and drew a wand from under the cloak, and pointed it threateningly at the other person's face.
But Bella just smiled.
"Cissy, point to your own sister? You won't—"
"There is nothing I dare not do anymore!" Narcissa took a breath, her voice seemed a little hysterical, she swung her wand down like a knife, and saw another flash of light, Bella loosened like a scald Took her sister's hand.
"Narcissa!" But Narcissa had already rushed forward. Bella followed behind with her palms, keeping a little distance this time, and they went deeper and deeper into the maze-like brick house.
Finally, Narcissa rushed to a path called Spider's Tail Alley. Looking up from here, the chimney of the mill was towering, like a giant shaking his warning finger. The sound of her footsteps echoed on the cobblestone road. After passing many windows that were either covered by wooden planks or were simply broken, she finally walked to the last room. A dim light was reflected from the curtains of the room downstairs.
This made Narcissa feel a little nervous. In fact, she didn't know if this choice was right, but Lucius...and the Dark Lord...
She knocked on the door when Bella cursed and caught up from behind. They stood together outside the door, panting slightly, smelling the breath of the night breeze coming from the river.
After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door, and only heard a click, the door opened. A slender man stared at them. He had long black hair around a waxy face with black eyes. Narcissa lifted her hood back. She looked so pale that she was a little shiny in the dark; a head of blonde hair was draped on her back, looking like a drowned person.
"Narcissa!" The man opened the door wider so that the light could shine on the sisters. "What a surprise."
"Severus," she whispered nervously. "Can I talk to you? This is urgent."
"Of course." He stepped forward to let her in. And her sister, who was still wearing a hood, followed in, even though she was not invited.
"Snape," she said briefly.
"Bellatrix," he retorted, curling up a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth and closing the door behind them. They walked straight into a small living room and felt like they had walked into a ward. Several walls are filled with books, most of them are bound in black or brown leather; a tacky sofa, an old-fashioned armchair and a rickety table are put together, projected by a candle chandelier on the roof The dim light came out. It feels like a forgotten corner here, and it seems that usually no one lives.
Snape let Narcissa sit on the sofa. She took off her cloak and threw it aside, then sat down, staring at the pale, trembling hands resting on her knees. Bellatrix took off his hood much more slowly. Although her sister is very beautiful, she is very...like a skeleton. She stood behind her sister, but kept her eyes on Snape.
"So, is there anything I can do?" Snape asked, while sitting in the armchair facing the two sisters.
"There is no one else..., isn't it?" Narcissa asked softly.
"Of course not. Oh, Wormtail is here, with Lucius, but we are talking about people, not bugs, right?" He pointed his wand at the book-filled wall behind him with a bang. , A hidden door opened, and on the narrow staircase inside stood a dumbfounded person.
"As you discovered, Wormtail, we have guests here," Snape said lazily. The man crept down from the last few steps with his back bowed. He has a pair of watery eyes, a pointed nose, and a nasty smirk on his face, but all these seem very jerky. Life in Azkaban...
"If you want something to drink, Wormtail will be happy to help," Snape said. "Then he will go back to the bedroom." Wormtail backed away, like Snape threw something at him.
Obviously, he was a little afraid of Snape. He was not the loyal Death Eater who had completed the Dark Lord mission. He was just a poor man who had just escaped from Azkaban...
Not long after, Wormtail picked up a bottle of red wine, his hands trembled a little, as if he hadn't fully recovered.
He knew the three people in front of him, even at Hogwarts, they were all classmates, but now...
Snape poured the blood red wine into three glasses, and then handed two of them to the two sisters. Narcissa murmured a thank you, but Bellatrix said nothing, still glaring at Snape.
This didn't seem to disturb him, on the contrary, he looked quite happy.
"Bless the Dark Lord," he said, lifting his glass and drank it. The two sisters did what he did. Snape filled them with wine again.
Narcissa drank her second glass of wine while hurriedly said, "Severus, I'm very sorry that I took the liberty to visit you, but I must come to see you. I think only you can help me—"
Snape raised his hand to stop her from continuing, and pointed his wand at the door leading to the stairs. With a loud noise and scream, Wormtail hurried upstairs.
"Sorry," Snape said. "He has always been listening behind the door lately. I don't know what he means by doing this...Where are you talking, Narcissa?"
She tremblingly took a deep breath and continued preaching. "Severus, I know I shouldn't be here, I can't tell anyone anything, but—"
"Then you should shut up!" Bellatrix growled. "Especially in front of such people!"
"Such a person?" Snape repeated ironically. So what should I understand, Bellatrix? "
"Then I don't trust you, Snape, you know very well." Narcissa let out a cry like dry crying, and covered her face with her hands. Snape put his glass back on the table and sat back, placing his hands on the arm of the chair, smiling at Bellatrix's angry face.
"Narcissa, I think we should listen to what Bellatrix is ​​going to say so that she won't interrupt us all the time. Well, go on, Bellatrix," Snape said . "Why don't you trust me."
"A hundred reasons!" she said loudly, strode over from behind the sofa, and slammed the cup in her hand on the table. "Where do you start! Where did you go when the Dark Lord failed? Why didn't you try to find him when he disappeared? What have you done under Dumbledore's protection for so many years? Why did you stop the Dark Lord? The Demon Lord got the Sorcerer's Stone? Why didn’t you come right away the day the Dark Lord was reborn? A few weeks ago, when we were fighting to retrieve the Dark Lord’s prophecy, where were you? And why, Snape , Let Harry Potter live under your kindness for the past five years?"
She stopped, her chest heaving violently, and her cheeks flushed. Behind her, Narcissa sat without a reaction, her face still buried in her hands. Snape smiled slightly.
"Before I answer you—oh, yes, Bellatrix, I will answer you! You can convey my words to those who are whispering behind my back, and betray my false rumors Take it back to the Dark Lord. Before I answer you, I said, let me ask you one more question. Do you really think the Dark Lord hasn’t asked me all these questions? Do you really think that if I didn’t give an order He answered satisfactorily. Will he still let me sit here and talk to you?"
She hesitated. "I know he believes in you, but—"
"Do you think he was wrong? Or I blinded him? Think I fooled the Dark Lord, fooled the greatest wizard, fooled the man who is the most adept at playing the idea of ​​deity in the world?"
Bellatrix didn't say anything ~EbookFREE.me~ but it seemed a bit awkward the first time.
Stupid woman? But Severus didn't show the slightest expression on his face.
For Bellatrix, her loyalty to Voldemort is beyond doubt, but this is also Bella's weakness, unconditionally believe in Voldemort, because in her eyes, he is omnipotent.
Snape didn't bother on this point. He took his glass again, took a sip, and continued, "You ask me where the Dark Lord went when he failed. I'm at the place where he ordered me to stay, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, because he wanted I can spy on Albus Dumbledore. I thought you knew that I held my post by the order of the Dark Lord."
She nodded almost imperceptibly, and was about to open her mouth to speak when Snape stopped her again.
"You asked me why he didn't try to find him during the time he disappeared. The same reason as Avery, Jacques, Carlos, Greyback and Lucius," he tilted his head slightly to Narcissa, "and Many people did not look for him. I believe he is over. I am not happy, I was wrong, but... if he did not forgive us who once lost faith, he would not be left with a few Followers."
"He still has me!" Bellatrix said passionately. "I, squatted in Azkaban for so many years for him."
"Yes, indeed, very admirable," Snape said in an uninteresting tone. "Of course, you are of no use to him in prison, but this posture is undoubtedly very good—"
"Position!" she screamed; she looked mad. "I'm suffering from the dementors, but you are still at Hogwarts, comfortably being Dumbledore's pet!"
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