Chapter 737： between

In the splendid Malfoy Manor, Voldemort was alone in the study to meet Snape who came to "report".

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"How's the old guy?" Voldemort asked coldly.

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"It's the same as before," Snape replied respectfully, pretending he didn't know what caused Dumbledore's injury at all, "that strange curse is so stubborn and powerful that even I don't have the ability to put Dumbledore down. Cure, I don't think Professor Slughorn can do it either."

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

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

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"But what?" Voldemort frowned.

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"It's just... Fish McGonagall has been using his special spells to treat Dumbledore, which allows Dumbledore to maintain a good state, and, looking at McGonagall, he seems to be certain that he can Cure Dumbledore."

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"Fish McGonagall... hum!"

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Voldemort has a love-hate relationship with Fic.

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

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As for hatred, needless to say... How many times has this **** kitten ruined its own plans? !

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

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Although the Dark Lord is very confident in his spells,... that little guy Fishh can't handle it with common sense at all.

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

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"In other words, can't we just wait for the old guy to die?" Voldemort's snake-like nostrils were open, showing the Dark Lord's irritable mood.

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

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

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Voldemort closed his eyes and tried his best to calm down the anger and depression in his heart. Nagini also knelt down again and stayed at his feet quietly.

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After a while, he opened his eyes.

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"If, let Lucius' son invite that kitten to be a guest here..." He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, and muttered to himself.

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

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Fortunately, Voldemort quickly shook his head, "It's not realistic, the Imperius Curse has little effect on him, and Minerva McGonagall may not agree to it, in addition, with the strength of that little guy, forcibly trapped He's also more difficult... Damn! How good things have been met by that old guy Dumbledore!"

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Voldemort is really jealous of this. If he was the one who picked up Fish, let alone the English wizarding world, the whole world should have fallen into his hands long ago.

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

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The two people in the room didn't speak any more, only the click of the handrail and the hiss of Nagini's occasional letter echoed in the middle, and the study fell into a depressing silence.

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Snape was accustomed to such a scene for a long time, and he still stood respectfully by the side, his eyelids drooping, his eyes staring at the ground indifferently, like a loyal dog waiting for his master's orders at any time.

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When Voldemort recovered from his meditation, seeing Snape's still respectful appearance, a satisfied look 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.

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Snape replied with a deadpan expression, "I don't know too much about this, Master." He raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Voldemort, then lowered his head quickly and continued: "Della Coe wouldn't reveal to me the content of his mission, presumably he thought I would take his credit."

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

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

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"Humph..." Voldemort let out a deep laugh, seemingly satisfied with Draco Malfoy's performance, "He's more of a Slytherin than his father."

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

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

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"Yes," Snape said, still with that expressionless and respectful look on his face, "but she didn't tell me exactly what happened, only that Master, you gave Draco a task." He started and looked at Voldemort, showing a hint of confusion.

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

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

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Snape also cooperated to put away his confusion, returned to a state of expressionless face, and replied: "The ancestors of the Black family have applied too much protective magic on it, unless Sirius Black dies. , let Bella inherit the Blake family." For the first time, obvious emotions appeared on Snape's face, and he said with disgust: "Dumbledore looked at him very closely and did not let him deal with it at all. Anything, but..."

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He sneered contemptuously, and continued: "Blake is a typical Gryffindor, and days like this are driving him crazy, and he may come out on his own at any time... just like last year."

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"I don't need such ambiguous answers," said Voldemort coldly.

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"...I'll try my best," Snape pursed his thin lips and remained silent for a moment, still not daring to promise: "Although Blake is stupid and reckless, but he obeys Dumbledore, I can't guarantee that I can Lead him out."

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"The First Clan"

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Voldemort frowned in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that Snape was telling the truth. uukanshu.com Moreover, he was also well aware of the relationship between Snape and Blake, so in Voldemort's view, Snape would definitely try his best to kill Blake if he had the chance.

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So instead of dwelling on this issue, he asked Snape a few more questions about Fish and Harry, and then said, "You can go, and give Wormtail to me for me. call."

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

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"Master, what are your orders?"

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

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Voldemort squinted his scarlet eyes, propped his head with his hands, and watched Wormtail's flattering look with interest for a while, before shaking his feet gently and kicking his mouth aside.

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Wormtail hurriedly knelt down and took two steps back, looking up at the humble and flattering face, waiting for Voldemort's orders.

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

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