Hogwarts Homecoming

The crescent moon rose into the sky, slowly rose to the center of the night, and sank toward the southwest sky.

It was already half past midnight, but the raging sea of ​​darkness could not further erode Malfoy Manor, probably because a force more evil than darkness was lingering here.

On the third floor, there is a bedroom facing south.

Vitiya was wearing a white nightgown with slightly exposed shoulders. She leaned on the bedside, her face turned sideways, and she quietly looked at the night sky where a few clouds occasionally passed by her window.

During the days when she was trapped in Azkaban, she would often turn into a frozen sculpture, staring at the sky through the window of the cell that was more like a vent.

Although she had come out of Azkaban, to her, Malfoy Manor was just another prison with a better living environment.

Yes, she is under house arrest.

She had known that Voldemort was not a magnanimous person.

During those days when Voldemort was weak, he had to endure her disrespect, but when he regained his strength, it would be time to settle the score.

What's more, Voldemort will never forget the little tricks she played on his important resurrection ceremony.

After coming out of Azkaban, she was prepared for the worst, that Voldemort would kill her directly.

Just being imprisoned now is the best outcome.

Losing her body's freedom was not something that made her angry, but losing her mind's direction really frightened her.

Her people have been placed in the Forbidden Forest by her, and the centaurs will take care of them. Amosta is also not ignorant of this.

With them here, the Vatican discovered the clues in time and did not dare to go deeper.

The druids will recuperate there and live very well. Even without her, there will be no big problems.

And hatred for the Holy See

Vitiya slowly raised her left hand and spread her long white fingers, trying to grasp the thin starlight dotted on the black night.

I don't know when the hatred in her heart was no longer so strong.

Wizarding society is even more separated from Muggle society, and most wizards here live at a slow pace.

And this slowness can lead to laziness.

Laziness leads to sinking, which makes people just want to blend in and not think about anything else.

Maybe

For the rest of your life, being a bird imprisoned in a birdcage is also a good choice.

Vitiya's lush green fingers were moving in the air unconsciously, like water.

call.

The gentle breathing turned into a few wisps of white air in the dark space, and the biting coldness came from all directions, surrounding the bedroom.

"It's not gentlemanly behavior to break into a lady's room without permission--"

Vitiya's hand that was wandering in the air slowly came down, and she turned her face to look in the direction of the door.

"This is especially true for you who have inherited the noble blood of Slytherin."

Voldemort stood behind the door, wearing a black robe that was like black smoke condensing, with wisps of black air rising from the corners of the robe.

In the room without any lighting except for the thin starlight and moonlight, the red light in his snake eyes was very bright.

The two men stared at each other through the darkness.

Voldemort moved his long and narrow nose and stared at Vitia Cliona indifferently, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Because he didn't smell any fear or awe in the air.

"You should thank me-"

Voldemort said coldly,

"Thank you for my magnanimity and not punishing you for your little actions."

Vitiya remained silent.

She had nothing to explain, and she didn't want to.

"I came here to ask a question."

The resistance represented by Vitia's silence made Voldemort's voice grow colder. He restrained the murderous intention in his heart, raised his right arm and waved his wide sleeve.

A strange staff appeared in the room.

This staff is shaped like two lifelike ferocious snakes entangled together.

The staff was surrounded by a sickening gray fog. Like a whirlpool in the deep sea, if you look intently at the snake staff, it seems that your soul will be swallowed up by it!

The two strange snakes that make up the snake staff have their eyes closed, but what is frightening is that if you look closely, the nasal slits of the two strange snakes seem to be undulating, as if they are alive!

The moment Vitiya's eyes touched the double snake staff, it bounced away like an electric shock, and then she looked into Voldemort's eyes.

"I can't control it."

Voldemort's voice was full of anger,

"Since you gave it to me, I haven't been able to use it to perform a spell. I originally thought it was because I lost my body, but now, I still can't control it."

Voldemort looked at the sleeping legendary staff angrily,

"Since it is the one who takes the initiative to submit to me, why is it unwilling to respond to my orders!"

"I think you may have made a mistake, Mr. Voldemort—"

Vitiya said,

"The Double Serpent Staff never told me that it would surrender to you. What I told you was that the revelation I got from it was that it asked me to give it to you.

In fact, I am also puzzled by this. In the ancient records of our druids, it belongs to the ancient times. The great leader of the druids, Morgan Le Fay, has never had any interaction with wizards. "

After a pause in her tone, Vitiya continued,

"Perhaps, only druids with a reverence for nature can gain its recognition and be qualified to use its power."

"Awe of nature?"

Voldemort was amused by Vitia's words. The corners of his mouth cracked and he smiled sarcastically.

"I have never seen anything as evil as it. Maybe, for many centuries, you have mistaken the direction of your faith!"

Vitiya could not refute this point either.

In the many centuries before the staff was obtained, generations of druid priests generally believed that something evil had destroyed the island of Avalon, and that the staff was placed there to suppress the terror there.

She came back to her senses only after she actually got the double snake staff and sensed the evil power inside it that was destroying all things.

I'm afraid, the double snake staff is the one being suppressed!

Voldemort was right, this was indeed contrary to the ideals druids believed in.

Seeing that Vitia was silent again, Voldemort took back the double snake staff.

He could sense that Vitia was not lying, and she knew nothing about why he was unable to use the double snake staff.

In this case, he has nothing to talk about with this woman.

"I have to remind you one thing -"

Just as Voldemort was about to leave the room, Vitia suddenly spoke again. She did not look at Voldemort anymore, but turned away and stared at the huge manor through the window. Unaffected by the wind, she wandered freely in the air. The gray fog swallowing up the vitality of weak life,

"If you keep the double snake staff in this manor, I am afraid that there will eventually be no living person here, and all your followers will die."

Seeing the apocalyptic state of Avalon Island where everything is dying, Vitiya's voice was cold.

"I have my own opinion on this."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with light, and he said indifferently, then passed through the wall and left the room.

Own opinion

In the silent room, Vitiya frowned slightly, thinking deeply in the darkness.

The bright sun breaks through the darkness, and a new day arrives.

Compared with Malfoy Manor, No. 12 Grimmauld Place has never been so vibrant. Hermione excitedly went upstairs, roughly pushed open the door to Harry and Ron's room, stepped on the newspapers on the floor, and came to the two boys who had woken up and covered their bodies with quilts in fear, and shouted happily,

"Wake up, Harry, Ron, Hogwarts has sent you your summer homework!"

July is here, and this year’s summer vacation has officially begun. (End of chapter)