It was a magnificent room with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the whole room as bright as day. The floor was covered with an expensive Persian woolen carpet, and a fire danced merrily in the fireplace.

This was the home of a Death Eater, and now he had contributed it as a meeting place for the Dark Lord and his followers.

Severus Snape's dark bat-like figure walked in quietly, looking straight ahead until he approached the king sitting in the center of the hall before bowing respectfully.

"Master." He knelt down and kissed the man's robe.

There was a long table in front of the man, and now both sides of the long table were filled with followers in black clothes and black hats.

They all lowered their heads in fear, and a dazzling platinum hair slipped from the hood of one of the figures — Lucius Malfoy.

A skinny woman nestled next to the high throne, with strands of black hair hanging messily beside her face, and she looked somewhat similar to Sirius Black.

She had a cruel smile on her face and glared at Snape, the female Death Eater Bellatrix, who had just walked in with a hostile look.

The man's flat face was pale without a trace of blood, and his snake-like pupils were narrowed, flashing with scarlet light.

He looked at Snape who walked in, and his lipless mouth opened slightly, revealing a twisted smile.

"Our old friend … Severus." He looked down at Snape, and one hand slowly stroked the head of the python coiled around him. The python hissed and flicked its tongue, "Didn't anyone suspect you when you came?"

"Dumbledore isn't at school, Master." Snape crouched down slightly, "I said I was going to Diagon Alley to buy potion materials, and Mcgonagall believed me."

"You didn't come nine out of ten meetings, and you took so long to come once in a while. Do you want Master to wait for you?"

Bellatrix sneered and pointed the magic wand in her hand at Snape, "I think … you don't put The Dark Lord in your eyes at all!"

Snape didn't say anything, and continued to lie down respectfully.

"Be quiet, Bella." The Lord Voldemort waved his wand lazily, and Bellatrix was hit by a red light. She screamed in pain. "In exchange for the trust of everyone in the Hogwarts … The Dark Lord thinks it's worth it … very valuable."

"Yes … Yes," Bellatrix gasped and crawled back under the throne, glaring at Snape. "Yes, Master, you are always right."

Snape straightened up and gave her a provocative look. She was so angry that she secretly gritted her teeth, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"That's enough." Lord Voldemort seemed to be very satisfied with the jealousy of his subordinates. "Stand behind me, Severus. Let's settle this first …"

In fact, Snape had already noticed the scene above the long table when he came in, but when he turned around, his pupils shrank and he couldn't help but secretly clench his fingers —

Two corpses, a man and a woman, were suspended under the magnificent ceiling. Both were dressed like Muggles, and one of them was carrying a camping backpack.

They were now floating upside down, and their eyes were full of pain and horror. It seemed that they had been severely tortured before they died.

A little girl of about five or six years old was curled up on the long table. She seemed to be the couple's daughter, and she was very cute.

But at this time, she didn't even know how to cry. Her big eyes stared blankly ahead, and a drop of blood quietly slid down from the top of her head and dripped on her tender face. Blood and tears mixed together as they flowed down, but she didn't dare to move.

The little girl was holding a yellow kitten tightly in her arms. Both the girl and the kitten were trembling slightly, and they looked at the Dark Lord in front of them in fear.

"Dirty … Muggles' blood …"

The Lord Voldemort sneered and used his magic wand to trace the little girl's face. He easily pulled the kitten out of her arms and let it float in the air.

The kitten struggled in fear, and the hair on its tail stood up as it whimpered.

"Don't … Don't hurt the kitten …"

The little girl moved a little when the kitten was taken away. She opened her hands weakly, and big drops of tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out loud.

But such a pitiful plea didn't move the cold Dark Lord at all. He waved his magic wand lightly, and a green light came out. The kitten screamed and hung its head weakly, dead.

"Nagini said that this family seems to have a lot of opinions about the children from the orphanage …"

The Lord Voldemort looked at the crying little girl with interest and imitated their conversation vividly.

"Oh, Mommy!

The children in the orphanage are so pitiful! "

"How many times have I told you, Anna!

Stop playing with them!

They're smelly and dirty! "

"Pitiful Muggles …" The Lord Voldemort sighed. "How short-sighted they are, but they are hopelessly arrogant … They look down on others …"

"Indeed, we are all noble descendants of ancient families." His cold, snake-like gaze swept across the people in the hall one by one. "The Malfoy family, the Black family, the Prince family … Of course, there's me — the most noble and ancient … the direct descendants of the great Salazar Slytherin. Our origins naturally have nothing to do with the orphanage.

But … my friends … "His voice was almost a whisper." I have returned to the world with eternal life. We are gathered here. Isn't it to liberate all the Muggles?

Isn't it to rebuild the great order?

Isn't it to … eliminate all the stupid and ridiculous discrimination? "

Everyone stared at him with trembling and longing. Bellatrix was almost moved to tears.

"Then …" The Lord Voldemort smiled and slowly raised his magic wand, pointing it at the crying girl.

"Master!"

Snape took a step forward and said in a cruel and cold voice, "Master … Since this Muggle girl thinks that orphans are pitiful, why don't you send her to the orphanage … She can feel it … It must be very interesting."

The Lord Voldemort paused for a moment. "This seems to be a very interesting suggestion …"

Snape secretly observed his movements from the corner of her eyes, and the string in her heart slowly relaxed. "I — I'm willing to do this for Master. I know that London —"

A green light flashed, interrupting his unfinished words.

The girl's small body slid to the ground silently. Lucius Malfoy hid to the side in fear.

Nagini hissed and swam over, opening and closing its bloody mouth. When it returned to the side of the throne, the girl had disappeared.

"She's just a lowly Muggle child." The Lord Voldemort waved his magic wand with some weariness. "We have more important things to do."

He still couldn't save her … He couldn't save her … He couldn't save anyone …

Snape stared expressionlessly at the place where the girl had disappeared. Her fingernails under her robe clenched tightly into her palms, almost to the point of bleeding.

She lowered her eyes, turned around, and knelt beside the Lord Voldemort. When she raised her head, her black eyes were full of fanaticism.