"Are you done packing?

Sissy, "Lucius, dressed in a white robe with flowery patterns, asked the second floor of the Black Manor's main hall.

"In a minute —" Narcissa's voice came from the top of the wooden stairs.

"Alright," Lucius muttered, "Father is right. The necessary condition to be a gentleman is patience, patience, and patience."

He waved his wand slightly in boredom. As the tip of the wand moved, white magic appeared in the air, sometimes in the shape of a Christmas wreath, sometimes in the shape of an article on the stairs, and sometimes in the shape of the Malfoy family's emblem.

"I'm done." Along with the sound of heavy footsteps, Narcissa hurriedly ran down the stairs.

She wore an aqua blue, diamond-studded palace-style dance dress, paired with slightly high-heeled black dancing shoes, which made her look playful and cute.

"Let's go." Lucius winked, "My father is already waiting for us at the manor."

He naturally took Narcissa's hand, "And I just greeted Mrs. Black, she wished us a good time."

"That's good." Narcissa took a moment to catch her breath, tucking her slightly messy blonde hair behind her ears and tidying the creases on her dress. She looked up at Lucius, "Let's go."

At the same time, in Lestrange Hall.

Bella was wearing a black evening gown. The clean cut of the gown made her look like a female warrior who was about to go to war.

The only thing that didn't match her evening gown was that she didn't wear high heels for dinner parties, but leather boots suitable for sports and even combat.

Although it was still daytime, Lestrange Hall was as gloomy as night, perhaps because of the weather.

The sky above the manor was covered with thick dark clouds, and the bright sun was stingy. Not a single ray of sunlight was willing to reach this place.

Perhaps it was because the forest was full of fallen leaves, but the dry branches made the manor look very bleak and desolate. It didn't have the vitality of the Black Manor, which was filled with pine and cypress trees.

There seemed to be no one in the manor, but it also seemed like someone was staring at them in the darkness.

Perhaps a stray cat had passed by, but a few jackdaws flew out of the branches in the distance. They let out a few strange cries and flew further away.

Beira frowned. She hated this feeling from the bottom of her heart.

Thus, she stopped at the entrance of the manor.

Beira didn't know if she had made the right choice in coming here, just like she didn't know what she wanted to achieve in this meeting.

Before coming here, Beira felt that she was fully prepared. She could accept any unexpected consequences. However, when she arrived at the entrance of Lestrange Hall, she felt hesitant. It was as if she wasn't the one who had mustered up the courage to go there, even if it meant lying.

She knew she was seeking an answer from the world.

But first of all, she didn't know what the question was. Secondly, she didn't know where to find the answer.

She vaguely felt that the question was similar to the three ultimate questions posed by Socrates in philosophy: "Who am I?

Where did I come from?

Where am I going? 'But it did not seem so.

That was because she believed that her question was more specific than that.

It was as if there was a voice in her heart that kept asking, 'What is the meaning of your existence?'

In truth, Beira had always known who she was and what she wanted to do since she was very young.

She was the eldest daughter of the Black family. She might inherit the Black family in the future, or she might be married off to another family in the future.

No matter what, she was willing to make any sacrifice for the glory of her family.

Beira had always been proud of the fact that she belonged to the Black family, which was always pure.

She had enjoyed the wealth, reputation, and all sorts of conveniences that her family had brought her. She was prepared to sacrifice herself for the family one day.

Now that the war had begun, Beira felt that it was time for her to take on some responsibility for her family.

In this war between the purebloods and the hemp adepts, Beira felt that it was only right for her to stand on the side of the purebloods.

First of all, she was a pureblood adept, and her family was proud of their pureblood status. Secondly, she was a noble and the eldest daughter of the Black family. Therefore, she should be the initiator and the leader of this war.

However, she couldn't see through her father's attitude.

Her father, Sign as Black, was one of the leaders of the pureblood nobles. However, he didn't stand on any side in this war. He only watched coldly from the sidelines.

He didn't even bat an eyelid in the face of provocation from other pureblood families.

Beira didn't agree with her father's way of doing things. Sometimes, she even felt that Rodolfo Lestrange's words made sense. Perhaps her father was old and had lost his youthful vigor. He only wanted to stick to the rules and didn't want to cause any trouble.

Therefore, Beira thought that it was time for her to take on this responsibility. It was time for her to reform and lead the Black family to new glory.

Therefore, she lied to her father and agreed to Rodolfo Lestrange's invitation. On Christmas Day, she came to Lestrange Hall.

She wanted to meet the man who was respectfully called 'King' by the pureblood families.

She had a premonition that perhaps today she would get the answer to the question she had been looking for.

"Honorable Miss Black, are you lost?

Master Rodolfs found out that you've been here for a while, so he sent me to ask you. "

With a bang, a house elf appeared in front of Beira. He bowed so deeply that his nose almost touched her feet.

Then, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at Beira.

"If you're going to the Christmas ball, please come with me. Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Beira nodded slightly and bowed again as if he had been pardoned. "Then, please come this way."

Beira followed the house elf to the banquet hall.

Unlike the shabby or desolate garden, the interior of Lestrange Hall was luxuriously decorated. There were handrails and decorations made of gold everywhere. The polished marble floor was decorated with patterns made of different colored quartz stones. Huge pearls were inlaid in the walls, and all kinds of rare shells were arranged to form a pattern of snakes. These decorations didn't look noble at all. It was as if all the expensive things were placed on the surface, just like a nouveau riche. Beira thought with slight disdain.

"Welcome, welcome. What an honorable guest, Miss Bellatrix Black."

Rodolfo Lestrange saw Beira coming in from the hall. He greeted his scantily clad female companion next to him and stood up. His female companion looked at him reproachfully and walked towards Beira.

He was wearing a black tuxedo with a brown fur cloak, but he looked like a clumsy bear. Beira curled her lips in disdain.

"I knew you would come, because you're not satisfied."

He took a glass of champagne from the maid beside him, who was only wearing clothes that barely covered her private parts. He smiled at Bella and said, "We should be the same kind of people, because we all have the ambition and vigor of young people."

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you know who I'm here for?" Beira raised her chin.

It was the first time she had attended such a 'chaotic' ball. All the maids were wearing revealing clothes, and even the guests' outfits were very 'bold'. Beira could see that some of the men and women were already flirting with each other in the corner.

She was not used to this kind of occasion, and she despised these people who wanted to have fun. Therefore, she deliberately put on her pride to show that she was not 'in the same boat' as these people.

Rodolfo Lestrange did not care about Beira's arrogant tone. Instead, he teased Beira, "Are you afraid?

Or … "He looked at Beira's face," Are you shy?

You've never been to an occasion like this before?

Girl, you're almost an adult.

How did the Black family teach you?

Look at my brother Labastan. He's still a little boy, but he's already learned how to deal with women.

You … "He looked at Beira's wand and saw her fierce eyes. He silently closed his mouth.

"When can I see him?" Beira said concisely.

"Okay, okay.

I'll take you there. "Rodolfs finished the champagne in his hand and led Beira out of a side door.

Beira followed Rodolfs for a long time, passing through several corridors.

Gradually, Beira found that the decorations around her were much more elegant. Although the things used were still luxurious, they were more sophisticated.

They stopped in front of an ebony door with an obsidian handle.

"Listen, Bellatrix." Rodolfs's expression became serious, "The Lord is inside.

He doesn't like to be disturbed by too many people, so he didn't participate in our party.

I asked him if you wanted to see him, and he generously agreed. That's why you can go in and see him.

When you see him, you'll understand how great the Lord's thoughts are, and you'll make the right choice, just like 'us.' "

Beira pushed open the heavy ebony door, and a large library appeared in front of her.

The room was full of tall bookshelves, and many books were piled up here. At first glance, she knew that they were old and alone.

Beira looked at the end of the bookshelves and saw a large floor-to-ceiling window. A handsome young man was sitting at a rosewood desk, writing something with a quill.

When he heard the door creak open, he calmly raised his head and looked sharply at the person who had just arrived.

Beira was stunned by his almost tangible gaze. She felt that she had no secrets in front of this man. He was too wise and too powerful.

She swallowed and forced herself to calm down. She didn't do anything rude.

After the man scanned Beira's identity, he relaxed a little. He put down the quill in his hand and smiled at Beira like a noble. He spoke slowly and in a comfortable tone, "Are you Miss Black?" Although it was a question, it sounded like an affirmation when he said it with confidence.

"Yes." Beira straightened her body involuntarily, like a student answering a professor's question.

The man smiled again, "Come and sit down, Miss Black."

He waved his wand gently, and a book on the opposite side of the desk turned into a beautifully carved baroque chair.

Then he tapped the table with his wand, and a house-elf appeared and respectfully served a steaming cup of black tea.

Beira walked over.

She cautiously sat on the chair that the man had just made with his advanced Shapeshifting spell.

That person used magic to guide the teapot and poured a cup of tea for himself and Bella, placing them in front of each of them.

Beira smelled the rich aroma of the tea. It must be Ceylon black tea from Sri Lanka.

"You should know who I am."

The man elegantly turned the teacup. "You can call me 'Voldemort' or 'Lord'." His red eyes glanced at Beira, who was sitting opposite him.

"Rodolfs told me that you have something to ask me."

Beira took a deep breath and bravely looked up at Voldemort, "I've heard about you, and I want to know more about your philosophy.

Why do you want to start a war between pure-bloods and mud-bloods?

We pure-bloods are still the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world. Why do you have to suppress the mud-bloods?

You … "Beira hesitated, but she still bravely asked," Do you have the same philosophy as Grindelwald from Germany? "

Voldemort patiently listened to Beira's question and smiled. He looked at Beira as if she were an ignorant child.

"You have a lot of questions." He picked up the teacup and took a sip. "But I like you.

Young people should have some questions about the world and society. It's a good thing. "

He put down the teacup and turned to Beira with a slightly serious look. "Then, I'll answer your questions one by one."

"First, I'd like to point out a mistake in your question.

I didn't start a war.

In fact, the pure-bloods and the mud-bloods have always had a conflict of interest. You admit it, right? "

He looked at Bella and nodded slightly before continuing, "And with the progress of the times, this kind of conflict is getting more and more intense.

I'm just bringing it to the surface.

"It's useless to lie to yourself.

A conflict is still a conflict.

I won't say that it will disappear just because you ignore it.

If the Hemp Seed adepts want to take more power from us, then one of us will have to compromise.

I hope that we pure-bloods won't be the ones to compromise. That's why we're taking the initiative.

"We're born with pure wizard blood. We're the true masters of the wizarding world.

Shouldn't we be nobler than those 'intruders' who came in from the outside without any background or family inheritance? Shouldn't we be more noble than those Hemp Adepts? "

He paused for a moment and waited for Beira to digest his words. "I know your father, Miss Black.

In fact, we're old classmates.

However, Signas was a conservative person. Compared to making changes, he preferred to keep things as they were.

But the current situation doesn't allow us to be passive anymore.

That's why I'm happy to see you juniors who have the courage to fight and defend your own interests. "

Beira listened to Voldemort's words and thought for a moment.

She did feel that Voldemort's words made sense. It gave her an epiphany.

She was also attracted to the future Voldemort described. Beira vaguely felt that she had found the direction of her life.

However, the most important thing for her was still, "Mr. Voldemort, I just want the Black family to maintain the glory of my parents."

"Miss Black," Voldemort replied calmly.

Voldemort replied calmly, "It's actually a very simple matter because I'm fighting to protect the glory of our pureblood race.

But in this fight against the mud-bloods, we'll definitely face many difficulties and obstacles. Apart from those who 'understand the truth,' there are more ignorant people who will stop us.

So, how much determination do you have, and how long can you last on this path? "

"Even if the path ahead is full of thorns, I'm not afraid at all. I only hope that the glory of the Black family will last forever."

Bella looked straight into the pair of red eyes. She was neither servile nor overbearing. She spoke firmly, as if she was merely stating a fact.