Hogwarts Homecoming

Severus Snape.

He is the professor of potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. More than a decade ago, he was a Death Eater trusted by Voldemort.

After Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter, who was still a baby, he joined Dumbledore's camp at the speed of light.

In the years when Voldemort was away from the British wizarding world, he has always been Dumbledore's right-hand man.

Vitia looked at Severus' expressionless face quietly.

One point worth pondering is that.

Severus Snape is also very trusted by Amos Tower Blaine.

On one side is Voldemort, and on the other side are Amos Tower and Dumbledore.

Both forces seem to be confident that they have obtained the loyalty of Severus Snape.

So, which side is confused?

Vitia already has the answer in her heart, so she is willing to say hello to him.

However, Severus does not seem to feel the goodwill released by Vitia.

His eyes were empty and indifferent. He said nothing, just nodded, and then walked towards the restaurant.

The moment the door was opened, many eyes were cast at the same time.

Vitia could feel that the emotions contained in those eyes falling on her face were mostly interest, of course, there was also undisguised hatred.

This hateful gaze did not come from Voldemort himself, but from a woman sitting in the front row on the right side of Voldemort.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

A crazy woman who worshipped Voldemort crazily.

Vitia knew very well why this woman treated her with hostile eyes, and the reason was ridiculous, so she never responded.

"Ah, my dear Severus, you are always used to being the last one to appear, right? Create a little dramatic surprise?"

At the front of the elegantly decorated long table, Voldemort, wearing a large black robe, expanded his narrow nostrils a few times, smiling lazily and coldly.

There were some chuckles on both sides of the long table, cheering for the Dark Lord's sense of humor.

Severus walked over quickly and came to Voldemort's side. He glanced at Nagini who was squatting on the other side of Voldemort with caution, leaned down, and kissed Voldemort's wide cuffs.

"Please forgive me, my master. I was delayed. Brian suddenly returned to Hogwarts. He came to chat with me and told me"

"Oh, Severus, we can talk about this later-"

Voldemort raised his hand to stop Severus from continuing. He pointed to the right side.

"Sit down, Severus, dinner. It would be rude to disappoint Narcissa's kindness. She has been busy all day for this."

"It's my honor, master"

Narcissa Malfoy in the middle of the table stood up and bowed, her voice was empty.

Severus's seat was the second to Voldemort's right. The first one was a gentleman with a sophisticated frame.

Severus and Adam Vogel's eyes met in the air, and then they walked over silently.

"You sit here, Miss Cliona--"

Voldemort's blood-red eyes leaped across the entire long table, fixed on Vitia who was still standing at the door, raised a finger, and pointed to the empty seat on his left.

This arrangement undoubtedly surprised many people.

The Death Eaters all thought that the seat should be reserved for Severus.

Vitia could feel that the eyes looking at her were more hostile.

And Bella, the woman, had a hideous look on her face, as if she was about to rush up and tear her apart at any time.

However, she didn't care about these eyes.

"Then, I think we should raise our glasses together"

Voldemort's long fingers held the goblet in front of him, and the blood-red liquid swirled in the cup.

It seemed that there were a group of puppets sitting on both sides of the long table, and everyone followed Voldemort's instructions.

Considering that she would have to discuss things with Voldemort later, Vitia did not want to make things tense right now, so she also picked up the cup with a wooden face.

What really made Voldemort look enjoyable was not the mellow and long-lasting red wine in the goblet, but the submission of everyone at the table.

The sound of ding-dong-dong rang out in the gorgeous restaurant.

The firelight of the fireplace imprinted the swaying shadows of the people on both sides of the table on the snow-white marble wall with vortexes, as if a group of stiff zombies were eating.

No one could feast in front of the most dangerous and evil dark wizard in history. Except Voldemort himself.

Everyone was secretly paying attention to the Dark Lord at the top, because Voldemort was moving his knife and fork, so they were cooperating.

When Voldemort finished enjoying the bloody steak on the plate and satisfiedly picked up the white silk towel to wipe the bloody corners of his mouth, everyone put down their tableware in tacit understanding and looked at him eagerly.

Voldemort seemed to find this scene quite interesting.

"It's a pity that the wizards of noble blood sitting at this table, Narcissa, don't appreciate your excellent cooking skills like me, or do they think Voldemort's taste is a bit out of fashion?"

At the end of his words, the playful element in Voldemort's light voice disappeared, and a hint of coldness appeared.

"We love to eat, Master!"

Bella immediately stood up and said loudly, and she eagerly stuffed the steak on the plate into her mouth.

The Death Eaters who were worried followed suit, and even Severus picked up the fork again.

As for Vitia, she never touched the bloody steak from beginning to end, but just tasted a few fruits and vegetables with the meal, and then stopped.

However, the way the Death Eaters showed their loyalty did not win Voldemort's appreciation.

He just smiled coldly, threw the napkin on the table, and while stroking the head of Nagini who climbed on his lap, he looked at everyone coldly,

"This is the first time we are here together since that shameful defeat, so will my Death Eaters bring me any good news?"

With blood-red eyes reflecting every guilty and fearful face, Voldemort moved his narrow nose again,

"Greengrass, say something?"

The Death Eaters' eyes immediately focused on a middle-aged man in his forties with a haggard face, messy hair, and eyes that shrank sharply in fear.

"Owner--"

Greengrass hurriedly squeezed away from the stool and stood up.

"I've tried a lot, and oh some Ministry of Magic employees do already work for us, but higher-level officials.

Bones is so cunning that she has beaters at the director level in every department, and we can't get close to—"

"Oh, hehe--"

Voldemort smiled cruelly,

"Is this what you're telling me, Greengrass? There's nothing you can do?"

thump!

Greengrass did not dare to say a word for himself. He knelt down neatly, his body trembling like a sieve.

The Death Eaters thought they would hear Greengrass' screams next, but they didn't.

"Rozier, Yaxley?"

As Voldemort's indifferent voice sounded again, two more silent figures stood up at the back of the dining table.

"We achieved something, Master!"

The ferocious-looking, dull-looking wizard said urgently,

"Wizard Weekly will publish an article tomorrow condemning Amos Towers for commanding the Ministry of Magic remotely and his hard-line policies. They will announce in the report that they are withdrawing the award they gave Amos. Tam Blaine’s Most Charming Smile Award!”

The Death Eaters shrank their heads, fearing that they would be covered in blood later.

The chill almost froze the Death Eaters in this luxuriously decorated restaurant!

"It seems--"

The shadow of Voldemort projected on the wall by the furnace light spread silently into a ferocious appearance, as if ready to choose and devour anyone at any time.

"Everything is just as Brian claimed, Voldemort and his Death Eaters have been completely defeated, right?"

Voldemort said softly. (End of chapter)