Spinner's End

Two figures stood beneath a tree, both clad in black hooded robes. They were certainly not dressed to do anything aboveboard.

Narcissa drew her Wand and aimed it at Bella before her, glaring at her with gritted teeth. "If you're going to tell your master, then I can only..."

No matter how one looked at it, the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her fierce exterior as hollow bravado.

Bella, the Death Eater with a Wand pointed at her, showed no anger. Instead, a flicker of admiration flashed through her eyes, and she actually laughed.

"Cissy, you'd never raise a hand against your own sister." Bella showed neither anger nor fear at being threatened by a Wand, her expression flippant.

Narcissa's face twitched several times. Her hand tightened around her Wand, but she made no move.

"But at least you're far better than that cowardly husband of yours," Bella said.

"I don't care what you're planning to do, and I don't care how many people the Dark Lord wants to kill. But if you hurt my family, I'll dare to do anything!" Narcissa declared resolutely, her meticulously maintained face twisting with ferocity.

"Oh..." Bella snorted, showing no sign of backing down.

"Move aside," Narcissa said stiffly.

Bella made no motion to yield. "I can't let you do something that betrays the Dark Lord, Cissy. Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Narcissa's hand weakened slightly. Truthfully, she could do anything for her family, but she was not foolish. She had come here solely to ensure her child's safety.

Bella might have been her sister, but this madwoman's worship of Voldemort had reached a level incomprehensible to ordinary people. Who could guess what she might do?

Moreover, Bella had inherited the Black family's outstanding magical talent, and she had also