Chapter 1093

"Peter Pettigrew, he's not dead yet?"

Although Fanlin was not very interested in what the Ministry of Magic was doing, the words Peter Pettigrew still irritated him a little.

That was the guy he spent a lot of effort to capture, and was imprisoned in Azkaban. Even the last time Bellatrix and others escaped from prison on a large scale, Peter Pettigrew never escaped from Azkaban. After Ban left, Fanlin once thought that Voldemort had completely given up on him as a 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." Fan Lin shook his head. He really couldn't grasp what Sirius was thinking.

Perhaps because all his old friends in the past had died, Sirius felt that Peter Pettigrew could just stay in Azkaban.

Or, let him live in pain?

No matter what, life in Azkaban was worse than death, but with the Death Eaters and the others gone, it was still not that much better.

at the same time……

On a dirty river far away from London, the banks of the river were overgrown with weeds and covered with garbage.

A huge chimney stood there abruptly, looking dark and scary. It was the remains of an abandoned flour mill.

There was no sound at all, only the rustling sound of the small black river passing by, and a skinny fox sneaking out and rummaging hopefully through the tall weeds for old packages of fried fish and potato chips. .

Other than that, there is no sign of any living life here. Suddenly, there was a faint explosion from the river, and a slender, hooded man walked out of the thin air.

The fox froze for a moment, staring at this unusual scene alertly. The man seemed to be looking for direction for a while, and then walked over with brisk steps, his long cloak brushing against the weeds, making a rustling sound.

Then there was another crack and another hooded figure appeared.

"Wait for me!" The fox huddled in the overgrown weeds, seemingly frightened by the harsh call. It suddenly jumped up from its hiding place and ran upstream.

At this time, there was a sudden flash of green light, followed by a scream, and the fox fell to the ground dead. The second man stepped up and turned the fox over on his toes.

"It's just a fox," a dismissive female voice said from under the hood. "I thought it was an Auror - Sissy, wait for me!" The person she was chasing looked back at the flash of light and continued walking hurriedly to the shore. "Cissy—Narcissa—listen to me—" The second woman grabbed the arm of the woman in front, but she broke away immediately.

"Go back, Bella!"

"You must listen to me!"

"I've heard it. I've made a decision, don't bother me anymore!"

Narcissa had climbed ashore, where an old guardrail separated the creek from a narrow cobblestone path. Bella followed immediately. They stood side by side on the roadside, looking at the rows of dilapidated brick houses opposite, their windows looking dim and hidden in the darkness.

"He lives here?" Bellatrix asked scornfully. "Here? In this Muggle dunghill? We must be the first of our kind to set foot in—"

But Narcissa didn't listen to her at all; she had already found a gap in the rusty guardrail and squeezed through, hurriedly preparing to cross the street.

"Sissy, wait!" Bella followed closely, her robe floating slightly behind her. She saw Narcissa walking through an alley between houses and turning into another almost identical alley.

Some of the streetlights were broken; the two women ran in the dappled light and darkness. Bella finally caught up with Narcissa after turning another corner, and this time she managed to grab Narcissa's arm and pull her over.

"Sissy, you can't do this, you can't trust him-"

"The Dark Lord trusts him, doesn't he?"

"The Dark Lord... I believe... made a mistake," Bella gasped, her eyes flashing under her hood when she saw no one else around.

"Under no circumstances can we tell anyone else about this plan. It would be a betrayal of the Dark Lord—"

"Let me go, Bella!" Narcissa snarled, pulling a wand from under her cloak and pointing it menacingly at the other's face.

But Bella just smiled.

"Sissy, pointing at your own sister? You wouldn'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, and Bella let go as if she had been burned. took her sister's hand.

"Narcissa!" But Narcissa had already rushed forward. Bella rubbed her palms and followed, keeping a little distance this time. They walked deeper and deeper into the maze-like brick house.

Finally, Narcissa arrived at a lane called Spider Tail Alley. Looking up from here, the mill chimney towered like a giant waving his warning finger. Her footsteps echoed on the cobblestone road, and after passing many windows that were covered with boards or simply broken, she finally reached the last room, where a blur of light shone through the curtains of the room downstairs.

This made Narcissa feel a little uneasy. In fact, she didn't know if this was the right choice, but Lucius... and the Dark Lord...

She knocked on the door as Bella came up from behind, cursing. They stood outside the door together, breathing slightly and smelling the night wind coming from the river.

A few seconds later, they heard movement behind the door. They heard a click and the door opened. A lanky man with long black hair framing a sallow face with black eyes stared at them both. Narcissa pushed back her hood. Her face looked so pale that it glowed in the dark; her blond hair hung down to her back, making her look like a drowned person.

"Narcissa!" The man opened the door wider so that the light could shine on the two sisters. "What a surprise."

"Severus," she whispered nervously. "Can I talk to you? This is urgent."

"Of course." He let her into the house. And her sister, still hooded, followed in, though not invited.

"Snape," she said simply.

"Bellatrix," he called back, a slight sneer curling his lips, and closed the door behind them. They walked straight into a small living room that felt like walking into a hospital room. Several walls are filled with books, most bound in black or brown leather; a tacky sofa, an old-fashioned armchair and a rickety table are placed together, cast by candle chandeliers on the roof. shrouded in dim light. It feels like a forgotten corner where no one usually lives.

Snape asked Narcissa to sit on the sofa. She took off her cloak and threw it aside, then sat down, staring at the pale, trembling hands that rested on her knees. Bellatrix took off her hood much more slowly. Although her sister was very beautiful, she was very... like a skeleton. She stood behind her sister, her eyes always staring at Snape.

"Well, is there anything I can do?" Snape asked, sitting down in the armchair facing the two sisters.

"There is no one else..., is there?" Narcissa asked softly.

"Of course not. Oh, Wormtail is here, out of Lucius's system, but we're talking about people and not bugs, right?" He pointed his wand at a wall of books behind him, and there was a thud. , a hidden door opened, and a dumbfounded man stood on the narrow stairs inside.

"As you discovered, Wormtail, we have guests," Snape said lazily. The man crept down the last few steps with his back bent. He has a pair of watery little eyes, a pointed nose, and an annoying fake smile on his face, but all of this seems very raw. Life in Azkaban...

"If you would like something to drink, Wormtail will be happy to oblige," said Snape. "Then he'll go back to his bedroom." Wormtail backed away as if Snape had thrown something at him.

Obviously, he was a little afraid of Snape. He was not the loyal Death Eater who had completed the Dark Lord's mission. He was just a poor man who had just escaped from Azkaban...

Not long after, Wormtail fetched a bottle of red wine. His hands were shaking a little, as if he hadn't fully recovered yet.

He knew all three of the people in front of him. They were all classmates even in Hogwarts, but now...

Snape poured the blood-red wine into three glasses and handed two of them to the two sisters. Narcissa muttered a thank you, but Bellatrix said nothing and continued to glare at Snape.

This didn't seem to faze him; on the contrary, he seemed quite amused.

"Bless the Dark Lord," he said, raising his cup and drinking it down. The two sisters followed his lead. Snape refilled their glasses.

Narcissa said hurriedly as she drank her second glass of wine, "Severus, I'm so sorry that I've taken the liberty of visiting you, but I have to see you. I feel like you're the only one who 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 bang and a scream, there was the sound of Wormtail hurrying up the stairs.

"I'm sorry," Snape said, "He's been eavesdropping behind the door lately. I don't know what he means... Where did you go, Narcissa?"

She took a deep, shaky breath and continued her sermon. "Severus, I know I shouldn't be here, I can't tell anyone anything, but-"

"Then you should shut up!" Bellatrix snarled. "Especially in front of someone like this!"

"Such a person?" Snape repeated sarcastically. So what am I to understand, Bellatrix? "

"That means I don't trust you, Snape, and you know it very well." Narcissa made a sound that sounded like dry crying and covered her face with her hands. Snape put his cup back on the table and sat back down, his hands on the arms of his chair, smiling into Bellatrix's angry face.

"Narcissa, I think we should hear what Bellatrix has to say so she doesn't keep interrupting us. Well, go on, Bellatrix," Snape said . "Why don't you trust me."

"One hundred reasons!" she shouted, striding over from behind the sofa and slamming down the cup in her hand on the table. "Where to start! Where were you 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 want to stop the Dark Lord? The Dark Lord got the Philosopher's Stone? Why didn't you come right away when the Dark Lord was reborn? And why were you, Snape, when we fought bloody battles to retrieve the Dark Lord's prophecy? , to keep Harry Potter alive under your mercy for the past five years?"

She paused, her chest heaving violently, her cheeks flushed. Behind her, Narcissa sat motionless, her face still buried in her hands. Snape smiled slightly.

"Before I answer you—oh, yes, Bellatrix, I will answer you! You can pass my words on to those who whisper behind my back, false rumors that I have betrayed him. Take it back to the Dark Lord. Before I answer you, let me ask you one more question. Do you really think that the Dark Lord didn't ask me all these questions? If he answers satisfactorily, will he still let me sit here and talk to you?”

She hesitated. "I know he trusts you, but—"

"Do you think he is wrong? Or that I have deceived him? That I have fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the man who has mastered Legilimency the most in the world?"

Bellatrix said nothing, but for the first time looked a little embarrassed.

Stupid woman? But Severus showed no sign of it on his face.

As for Bellatrix, her loyalty to Voldemort is unquestionable. However, this is also Bella's weakness. She unconditionally believes in Voldemort because in her eyes, he is omnipotent.

Snape didn't dwell on this. He picked up his glass again, took a sip, and continued, "You asked me where the Dark Lord went when he failed. I was where he ordered me to be, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, because he wanted I can spy on Albus Dumbledore. I thought you knew that I was standing by the Dark Lord's orders."

She nodded almost imperceptibly and was about to open her mouth to speak when Snape stopped her again.

"You asked me why I didn't try to find him during the time he disappeared. The same reason as Avery, Jacques, the Carrolls, Greyback, and Lucius." He tilted his head slightly towards Narcissa, "Also Many people did not go to him. I believe he is finished. I am not happy, I was wrong, but...if he does not forgive those of us who once lost our faith, there will be few left. Followers.”

"He still has me!" Bellatrix said passionately. "I spent so many years squatting in Azkaban for him."

"Yes, indeed, that's admirable," Snape said in a bored tone. "Of course, you'll be of no use to him in prison, but it's certainly a nice gesture—"

"Posture!" she screamed; looking almost mad. "I am enduring the torture of dementors, but you are still at Hogwarts, comfortably being Dumbledore's pet!" (To be continued)