Chapter 303

Little Hangleton village, Riddle House.

"... Lord, master, that's it."

"That is, McLean didn't take the prophecy ball? Is it still in the prophecy hall?"

"Yes, master..."

"Hum, I see... You did a good job this time..."

Lucius stood uneasily at the long table and answered Voldemort's question in a trembling voice.

On the other side, Voldemort was still sitting at the end of the long table, and his gloomy face showed that he was not in a good mood now.

Compared with the period when Maka was still alive, the number of death eaters in Riedel house has been much less, because many people were arrested at the audio-visual meeting last time.

Azkaban has also stepped up its vigilance. Except for the small part previously collected by Voldemort, other Dementors are limited to the island where Azkaban wizard prison is located.

After Maka's prison break, the Ministry of Magic also made great efforts, but now it seems that these efforts are still worth it.

Voldemort's gathered forces have not developed much more easily than the order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, on the long conference table, which is still as clean as new, there are more than ten black wizards sitting thinly. They bowed their heads and said nothing. Obviously, they are under great pressure here.

Some of these pressures come from angry Voldemort, while others come from the strong resistance of the order of the Phoenix.

"In a word, this action is fruitful - from now on, the strength of McLean is bound to decline significantly, and we are one step closer to that common ideal!"

"... well said, aren't you hurt yourself?"

In the past, when Voldemort spoke, no one dared to bother, let alone put forward a good word.

But now, there is a person who always throws a basin of cold water at this critical moment.

"..." Voldemort pulled out the corner of his eye, and the veins on his temples beat slightly. It was obvious that he was holding back his anger. "Mr. brova, please don't interrupt at will?"

In front of the window next to the conference table, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes sat there with his legs tilted, his eyes always on the scenery outside the window.

"Since I promised to help you once, I naturally need to consider the gains and losses," he said coldly. "If possible, the easier the better - the brova family's resources are not wasted."

"Hum!" Voldemort snorted coldly, discontented. "So what? Trading is trading."

"If you die, won't there be no deal?" said Mr. brova, glancing back at him. "Let me see, your injury is not simple..."

"... compared with your borrowed power, I am more interested in the other party's wizard."

"Then why don't you --"

Voldemort's words, mixed with anger, choked back half way.

This sudden wizard has now become one of his important cards. He doesn't want to push it to the opposite because of his impulse.

The current situation is bad enough. If such a powerful wizard with ancient heritage is an opponent, he might as well admit defeat directly.

"All right, Mr. brova." Voldemort took a deep breath. "I'll try my best to win the advantage. That's what I've been doing."

"That's good," said Mr. brova with a slight nod. "By the way, your injury may have something to do with ancient magic."

Voldemort subconsciously touched his back waist, which was constantly cold, and even the chair he was sitting on was covered with white frost.

His current body is completely condensed by the power from the bewitching monument, but the light column emitted by Maka can even affect the non physical energy.

Now he has not thought of any way to dispel the "cold" except to limit its spread.

In fact, this sneak attack can be said to be the result of losing both sides.

"At least this time, his injury must be much more serious than me." Voldemort's handsome face showed a sneer, but then it became more gloomy.

At the last moment, he was almost thrown into the strange arch.

When he was only a few inches away from the black curtain, he even vaguely heard some inexplicable whispers, which penetrated the curtain and reached his ears.

That thing is dangerous! Absolutely dangerous! If it were not necessary, he would never want to be near that place again in his life.

"Lucius..."

"Master?"

"I remember, did your son go to school at Hogwarts? At Slytherin college, too?"

"Er... Yes, yes, master."

"Bring him next. I'll have dinner with him."

"Master, this... My son is too young. I'm afraid he won't be of much use -"

"Huh?"

"No... ah, yes, yes, I see, master."

"Just understand. Go back first! How much trouble do you have to worry about the Ministry of magic..."

"It's my pleasure, master..."

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Black's old house, in the innermost bedroom on the left of the second floor. TIA was huddled on the table by the window, leaning against the window glass and staring blankly at the square outside.

Probably because she often takes a bath when there is no one in the morning recently, her whole body looks much cleaner than some time ago.

Her long silky black hair was loosely tied by her, and then casually placed on her shoulder.

She was wearing a set of pajamas that Mrs. Weasley had worn when she was young - it looked a little short, but it could make do as long as there was no one.

Under this lazy dress, her face, which had no characteristics, looked more and more ordinary. It was the kind of appearance that was hard to be noticed when she was thrown into the street.

She has been in this bedroom since she was forcibly caught in the house by the Dark Wizard.

At first, she was actually imprisoned here, but she didn't want to go out after staying here for a long time.

For TIA, it was better than any place she had stayed - no need to see people, no need to talk, no need to be scolded, beaten or bullied, and food every day.

If some things were not still lingering in her mind, she really wanted to live here for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, TIA pulled a silver pendant from her collar and gently pressed it on the top. With the "click" sound, the pendant automatically pops open the flap and reveals the small photo inside.

This is an ordinary Muggle photo. The man and woman above are smiling and snuggling together. They look very happy.

Behind the couple is a placid river; In the distance, next to the man's head, you can vaguely see a row of low buildings.

It is worth mentioning that there is a strange black column, which is thick and long, and stands out from the crowd in that row of buildings.

TIA stared at the picture in the pendant and stretched out her finger to touch it gently, but she finally retracted her hand.

"Dudu."

Just as TIA was stunned, two reserved knocks suddenly sounded at the door of the bedroom.

TIA's hand holding the pendant shook slightly, then hurriedly stuffed the pendant back into her collar and looked nervously at the door.

"Miss TIA, it's me, Lena."

It's easy to get along with Lena, even TIA thinks so - Lena doesn't like to talk much, but she can quickly understand your intention and respond briefly and appropriately.

And most importantly, Lena is good at keeping a distance from people.

For TIA, who is uneasy to see anyone, her existence is simply a kind of redemption.

TIA climbed out of bed lightly, hurried to the door in her slippers, and then opened the bedroom door with her mouth closed.

Lena took the tray into the room, silently put it on the table, then cleaned up the lunch tableware, and quietly walked out the door.

From beginning to end, she didn't say a word or even look at TIA. But her behavior would not leave the impression of impoliteness, because her every move seemed so peaceful and natural.

"... thank you, thank you."

This is the first time TIA has taken the initiative to talk to others since she lived here.

Lena turned her head gently at the door. Instead of opening her mouth, she saluted TIA slightly, and then silently closed the door.

TIA looked at the closed door for a moment and then walked to the table where the dinner was sitting.

"Ah --"

Just as she had just sat down and took the fork into her hand, there was a sad scream downstairs, which made her tremble, and the fork in her hand almost fell into the soup bowl.

Surprisingly, however, she did not curl up and tremble with fear as usual.

In fact, this is entirely because she has lived here for a long time, and has become a little used to the terrible scream.

Needless to say, it must be Sirius's mother who woke her up!

The old house has always been very lively. At this point, TIA is actually very uncomfortable. But even so, compared with other places, life here is enough to satisfy her.

Holding the fork again, TIA carefully picked up a baked potato and stuffed it into her mouth.

Only at every meal did she show a sweet smile. No matter whether the food is delicious or poor black bread, as long as it can fill her stomach, it will make her satisfied.

People who have not experienced a long-term life without enough to eat will never really realize this supreme feeling of happiness and happiness.