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    In the majestic Malfoy Manor, Voldemort was alone in his study receiving Snape who had come to "report on work".

    "How is that old fellow?" Voldemort asked coldly.

    "It's the same as before," Snape replied respectfully, pretending that he didn't know why Dumbledore was injured. "That strange curse is very stubborn and powerful.  Cured, I think, Professor Slughorn can't do it either."

    "Professor Slughorn What a memorable name" Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth, his scarlet eyes narrowed, as if caught in some kind of memory.

    "It's just" Snape suddenly interrupted his recollection.

    "But what?" Voldemort frowned.

    "It's just Fish McGonagall has been using his special spells to heal Dumbledore, which has allowed Dumbledore to maintain a pretty good state, and, looking at Xiao McGonagall, he seems to be sure of himself.  Can cure Dumbledore."

    "Fish McGonagallhuh!"

    Voldemort had a love-hate relationship with Fish.

    The rain in the Forbidden Forest not only allowed him to recover a lot of strength from his half-dead state, but also recovered part of his lack of soul, which gave him the confidence to replenish himself with new Horcruxes.  So Voldemort really hoped to be able to recruit Fish into his subordinates.

    As for hatred, there is no need to say much How many times has this damn kitty ruined his plans?  !

    "How likely do you think he is to cure Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked hesitantly.

    Although the Dark Lord is very confident in his spells, but that little guy Fish can't use common sense to deal with it.

    Snape also hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "I don't know, but he looks very confident. Based on his past performance, I think the probability is still very high."

    "That is to say, we can't just wait for the old man to die by himself?" Voldemort's snake-like nostrils flared, showing the violent mood of the Dark Lord.

    At the same time, Nagini, who was entrenched at his feet, was affected by his master's emotions, raised his head high, and spat out the letter viciously.

    Snape put a blank face, bowed his head respectfully, and did not speak.

    Voldemort closed his eyes and tried to calm down the anger and depression in his heart. Nagini also crouched down again, staying quietly at his feet.

    After a while, he opened his eyes.

    "If, let Lucius' son invite that kitten to come here as a guest" He tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his fingers, muttering to himself.

    Snape's heart tightened suddenly, but his face remained calm. Although he really wanted to speak out to dispel Voldemort's idea, he also knew that the result of speaking rashly would be that his trust with Voldemort would be greatly reduced.

    Fortunately, Voldemort quickly shook his head, "It's not realistic. The Imperius Curse has almost no effect on him, and Minerva McGonagall may not agree. In addition, with the strength of that little guy, he can be forcibly trapped."  He is also more difficultDamn it! No matter how good things happen to that old fellow Dumbledore!"

    Voldemort is really jealous of this. If he was the one who picked up Fish in the first place, not to mention the English wizarding world, the whole world should have fallen into his hands long ago.

    However, the more important thing now is how to let that old guy die before Fish cured Dumbledore.

    Neither of the two people in the room spoke again, only the click of the armrest and the hiss of Nagini occasionally spitting out letters echoed, and the study fell into an oppressive silence.

    Snape had long been used to such scenes, and he still stood respectfully aside with his hands down, his eyelids drooped, his eyes staring at the ground without emotion, like a loyal dog waiting for his master's orders at any time.

    When Voldemort came back from his contemplation, seeing Snape still respectful, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face, and then quickly disappeared.

    "Lucius' child, that boy named Draco, how is the mission going?" Voldemort's indifferent voice sounded again.

    Snape replied blankly: "I'm not very clear about this, Master." He slightly raised his eyelids to look at Voldemort, then lowered his eyes quickly, and continued, "Drama  Coe refused to reveal the content of his mission to me, probably because he thought I would take the credit for it."

    "Oh??" Voldemort looked at Snape with a half-smile, "Shouldn't the Malfoy family trust you, Severus?"  If I remember correctly, you should still be that boy's godfather, right?  "

    "Since Lucius was punished by you, Draco doesn't trust me so much anymore" Snape continued to speak expressionlessly.

    "Hmph" Voldemort let out a deep laugh, seeming satisfied with Draco Malfoy's performance, "he's more of a Slytherin than his father."

    Snape didn't speak, just continued to bow his head respectfully.

    "But Narcissa should have asked you to take care of him?" Voldemort asked again.

    "Yes," Snape remained expressionless and respectful, "but she didn't tell me exactly what happened, she just said that Master, you gave Draco a mission." He raised his hand at the right time.  At first, he looked at Voldemort, showing a little confusion.

    And Voldemort, just as Snape predicted, directly ignored his doubts and turned to ask about the Order of the Phoenix.

    "Is there still no way to enter that place?"

    Snape also cooperatively put away his confusion, returned to the expressionless state, and replied: "The ancestors of the Black family put too much protective magic on it, unless Sirius Black died and Bella  Inherit the Black family." For the first time, Snape's face showed obvious emotions, and he said with disgust: "Dumbledore watches him very closely and doesn't let him deal with any affairs at all, but  "

    He sneered contemptuously, and continued: "Blake is a typical Gryffindor. This kind of life is driving him crazy, and he may escape by himself at any timejust like last year."

    "What I need is not such an ambiguous answer." Voldemort said coldly.

    "I will try my best." Snape pursed his thin lips and remained silent for a moment, still not daring to say: "Although Black is stupid and reckless, he obeys Dumbledore.  He was drawn out."

    Voldemort frowned in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that Snape was telling the truth, and he was also well aware of the relationship between Snape and Black, so in Voldemort's view, as long as there is a chance, Snape  Nep would definitely do his best to kill Black.

    So he didn't bother with this question anymore, but asked Snape a few more questions about Fish and Harry, and then he said, "You can go, and in addition, give Wormtail to me for me."  call."

    Snape bowed to Voldemort, then exited the study, and after a while, Pettigrew Peter with a silver arm walked in.

    "Master, what are your orders?"

    As soon as Wormtail entered the study, he knelt at Voldemort's feet, carefully avoided Nagini, and extended his head to kiss Voldemort's shoes.

    Voldemort squinted his scarlet eyes, supported his head with his hands, and watched Wormtail's flattering appearance with interest for a while, then shook his foot slightly, and kicked his mouth aside.

    Wormtail hurriedly took two steps back on his knees, looking up at his humble and flattering face, waiting for Voldemort's order.

    "I need you to do something for me, Wormtail." Voldemort's voice was full of joy, "You know, Voldemort never treats his friends badly"

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