HP Approaches the Magical World

A few minutes ago, many miles away from the Society for the Study of Magic.

The mist that once lingered outside the Prime Minister's window was now floating on a dirty river.

The river is meandering, weeds are overgrown on both sides, and garbage is piled up.

A huge chimney, the relic of an abandoned mill, towered high, eerie and ominous.

There was no sound, only the black moaning of the river, and no signs of life, except for a lean fox slinking down the bank, sniffing hopefully for some fried fish and chips in the deep weeds. wrapping paper.

At this time, with a soft pop, a slender figure wearing a hood appeared out of nowhere by the river.

The fox was stunned, staring at this strange new figure with vigilant eyes.

The figure seemed to be figuring out its bearings, and after a while, it walked forward with brisk strides, its long cloak rustling across the grass.

There was another poof, louder than the previous one, and another hooded figure appeared.

"etc!"

The fox was almost lying on the low bushes at the moment, and it was even more frightened to hear this hoarse cry.

It swished out of its hiding place and ran to the shore.

A green light, a scream, and the fox fell to the ground, dead.

"So it's just a fox," a woman's disdainful voice came from under the hood, "I thought it was an Auror—Cissy, wait a minute!"

But the man she was chasing, who had only stopped to look at the flash, was now crawling towards the bank where the fox had just fallen.

"Sissy - Narcissa - listen to me -"

The second woman catches up to the first woman and grabs her arm, but she breaks free.

"Go back, Bella!"

"You must listen to me!"

"I've heard it, and I've made up my mind, so leave me alone!"

The woman, Narcissa, climbed onto the bank of the river, where an old railing separated the river from a narrow cobbled lane.

Another woman, Bella, immediately followed.

They stood side by side, looking at the rows of dilapidated brick houses across the alley, the windows of which looked dark and lifeless in the night.

"He lives here?"

Bella asked in a contemptuous tone: "In this Muggle dump? Surely none of our people have visited before—"

But Narcissa didn't listen, she had already slipped through a gap in the rusty railing and was hurrying across the alley.

"Sissy, wait a minute!"

Bella followed, her cloak flapping behind her.

She saw Narcissa rush across an alley between the houses and turn into another almost identical street.

Several street lamps were broken, and the two running women were alternately illuminated by lights and shrouded in darkness.

Just as the woman in front turned another corner, the one behind caught up to her, managed to grab her by the arm this time, and turned her around, so that they stood face to face.

"Cissy, you must never do this, you can't trust him—"

"Even the Dark Lord trusts him, doesn't he?"

"The Dark Lord must be... I believe... must be mistaken."

Bella gasped. She looked left and right to see if anyone was there, her eyes flickering under the hood.

"Anyway, we can't reveal our plans to anyone. That would mean betraying the Dark Lord's—"

"Let go of me, Bella!"

Narcissa roared, drawing a wand from under her cloak, and holding it threateningly in front of the opponent.

Bella just smiled.

"Sissy, do this to your own sister? You wouldn't—"

"There's nothing I can't do right now!"

Narcissa said in a low voice, with a trace of hysteria in her tone, she slashed down her wand like a knife, and there was another flash of light, Bella let go of her sister's arm as if on fire.

"Narcissa!"

But Narcissa had already rushed forward.

Bella rubbed her hands, and followed again, but now she kept a distance from Narcissa, and the two walked into the deeper part of the maze-like ruined brick houses.

Finally, Narcissa trotted up a street called Spider's End, where the tall mill chimney rose into the sky like a giant finger raised in warning.

She walked past the battered, boarded-up windows, her footsteps echoing on the cobblestones.

When she came to the last house, a dim light came through the curtains of a downstairs room.

When Bella caught up cursing, she had already knocked on the door.

They stood outside the door and waited together, panting slightly, smelling the smell of the sewage river blown by the evening wind.

After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door, and then the door was opened a crack, and a man looked towards them, with long black hair hanging on both sides like a curtain, in the middle was a sallow face and a pair of Dark eyes.

Narcissa pulled her hood back. Her face was so pale that it seemed to glow white in the night, and her long golden hair hung down her back, making her look like a drowned person.

"Narcissa!"

As the man spoke, he opened the door a little wider, and the light not only shone on her, but also on her sister.

"What a surprise and delight!"

"Severus," Narcissa whispered nervously, "may I talk to you? It's urgent."

"certainly."

He took a step back and let her into the room.

Her older sister, still hooded, followed, though not invited.

"Snape." She greeted briefly as she passed him.

"Bellatrix," Snape replied, his thin lips twisted into a slightly sarcastic smile, and the door closed behind them with a snap.

They walked straight into a small living room, which felt like a dark, soft-walled prison cell.

A room in a psychiatric institution or prison with padded walls to prevent incarcerated self-injury... Several walls are lined with books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a candle-lit lamp The ceiling hung down and cast a dim halo in which were crowded together a frayed sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table.

This place has a desolate and deserted atmosphere, and it seems that no one usually lives there.

Snape motioned for Narcissa to sit on the sofa. Narcissa took off her cloak and threw it aside, and sat down, staring at her pale, trembling hands folded in her lap.

Bellatrix lowered her hood slowly. Her sister was astonishingly fair, but she had dark skin, thick eyelids, and a wide chin.

She walked over and stood behind Narcissa, not taking her eyes off Snape for a moment.

"So, what can I do for you?" Snape asked, sitting down in the armchair opposite the sisters.