The darkness in Vincent's deep blue eyes was slowly fading.
The thin line connecting the three people gradually became blurred.
The reason why Dark Magic has side effects is that it generally has unusual effects.
It affects the mind, the soul, and the body.
When the last trace of darkness in his eyes disappeared, he returned to his original state.
"Click—" Viktor pushed open the door and stood in front of him expressionlessly.
How are you feeling?
"I shivered, and then that was it."
Vincent raised the Alder Wand in his hand.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Ministry of Magic will not send a warning letter this time either.
Although the wand owner is uncertain, the Trace will eventually have to learn some magic that is not suitable for practice at Hogwarts.
Either find another wand that suits you, or make the Serpent Staff.
But that size...
"Have you lost something precious?" Astoria, whose complexion was rosier than before, stood cautiously next to Viktor.
Don't you hate me?
She shook her head emphatically, "My parents said you were treating my illness just now."
I was in a lot of pain and discomfort just now, but I feel much better now.
Lestrange and Sigrid walked over, supporting each other.
"Thank you, Vincent. If you need anything, please let us know."
"No need." Vincent put away his wand. "This is a promise between Daphne and me."
One thing at a time, he won't ask for anything else.
But for the Greengrass couple, even though it was just sharing the Blood Curse, they were still benefactors who saved their family.
If you refuse twice, it's hard to refuse a third time.
"Vincent, what may seem like a simple task to you is of great significance to us."
Lestrange's attitude was sincere; he didn't intend to treat the matter as a simple transaction.
Perhaps it's not just about repaying a debt, but also about winning someone over.
"As long as you uncles can stay a little away from Malfoy and the others, it will be fine."
Because of Daphne, the Greengrass Family will soon be marginalized.
Compared to life and death, one's stance is completely unimportant.
"I understand." Lestrange nodded solemnly.
Lucius had invited Voldemort to join him when Voldemort was rising to power.
At the time, he and Sigrid had just gotten married, and he was very worried that their child might inherit the Blood Curse, so he politely declined.
When Daphne was born and it was confirmed that she did not have the genetic predisposition, Voldemort had already been defeated for some time.
Devin was slightly excited outside the door.
Trading a spell for the Greengrass Family's support is a very worthwhile deal.
He felt that Vincent was patiently teaching Astoria how to use the thermal alchemy device, and there was a high probability that he was preparing for the future.
Every Dark Lord has a female assistant by his side.
Both of his aunts were like that.
Vida, a distant relative, goes without saying; Bellatrix's mother, Druella Rosier, was his grandfather's younger sister.
First the eldest daughter, then the youngest daughter?
Vincent felt a chill run down his spine and turned around to find Devin staring at him.
He felt there was something familiar about that look and that wicked smile.
If Viktor hadn't given him a cold look, he probably would have become even more unscrupulous.
"I've already learned it, Vincent." Astoria's small hand touched the Magical Runes on the device.
The half-black and half-white question mark emitted a dim light, and she could feel the warmth emanating from her palm.
"See, I told you I'd learned it!"
"It already belongs to you."
Astoria looked at her parents and, after receiving their permission, held it in her arms.
Not only did he cure her illness, he also gave her an alchemical device that could be warmed without magic.
I can't bring myself to hate it.
Vincent stood up. "Uncle Lestrange, it's getting late. It's time for me to go back to school."
"Stay for dinner," Sigrid said gently, taking his arm. "You're much stronger than Devi, I need to get ready."
The senior student's "enthusiastic" invitation to the junior student suggests he has a lot to say.
It's not impossible for them to chat all night long; the Bat Cave has definitely been emptied out by now.
"Aunt Sigrid, simple is fine, there's no need to prepare anything special for me."
Judging from her delighted expression, this dinner is sure to be a lavish affair.
At the same time,
Malfoy Manor.
Lucius is patiently waiting for a reply.
His request wasn't high; he simply hoped that when Snape decided to go back in the future, he could put in a good word for him.
Voldemort never abandons anyone who has any use to him.
Snape once told him a true Prophecy, and he is now the head of Slytherin.
The day the Dark Mark lights up, he will likely become a core member of the reorganized Death Eaters.
Although the probability is very low, the Malfoy Family never bets on just one side.
"Lucius, you should know that he was the one who did what happened last year."
"This does not diminish your worth, Severus."
Even if Voldemort were to return, he certainly wouldn't dare to do so openly.
Few Death Eaters escaped trial; the most loyal ones were all in Azkaban.
Even though Lucius was unaware of the importance of the diary, he endured humiliation and spent a great deal of Gold Galleons to escape trial, thus leaving behind the strongest and most powerful seed for the king's return.
I've come up with an excuse; it still has some value. I'm just waiting for the other side to agree.
"I will not betray him," Snape said sternly. "Lucius, you know the consequences of betraying him."
Submit or die; Voldemort has always been that simple and brutal.
"Severus, do you know how damn greedy Fudge is?"
He treated us like a money bag, proclaiming to the outside world that it was because of his existence that the Ministry of Magic no longer had to worry about funding.
Snape's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
"The Ministry of Magic is getting worse every year, and I have absolutely no respect for those smooth-talking politicians."
Lucius has already pledged his loyalty, I'll reluctantly agree.
After all, without his initial appreciation, Snape's fate would have been even worse.
The Malfoy family's dinner must have been a lavish affair.
Narcissa prepared a lot and was so full that she was holding her stomach when she went back.
Snape glanced at the several lunchboxes he was carrying, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He Apparition to Hogsmeade, just in time to catch the last carriage back to Hogwarts.
"Wayne!?"
Lying down, Vincent waved his hand weakly, "What a coincidence~"
"Hmph—" Snape's gaze swept over the lunchboxes beside him, then down to his bulging little belly.
"Let me guess, which family has the ability to entertain our rising star in the Wizarding World like this?"
Vincent glanced at the round, bulging belly. "Anyway, it's not the Malfoy family '."
Snape lightly shook the greasy hair that clung to his face.
This state of mind definitely means something good has happened.