Chapter 302 Lonely Tia

Little Hangleton Village, Riddle House.

...Lord, master, this is the way it is.

That is to say, McClain didn't take the prophecy ball? It's still in the prophecy hall?

Yes Master……

Hmph, I see...you did a good job this time...

Lucius stood restlessly by the long table, answering Voldemort's question with a trembling voice.

On the other side, Voldemort was still sitting at the end of the long table, his gloomy expression showed that he was definitely not in a good mood right now.

Compared with the period when Maca was still there, the number of Death Eaters in the Riddle Mansion is now much less, because many people were arrested at the audio-visual conference last time.

Azkaban has also stepped up its vigilance. Except for the small part that was previously collected by Voldemort, the other dementors are confined to the small island where the wizard prison of Azkaban is located.

After the prison break incident caused by Maca, the Ministry of Magic also spent a lot of effort, but now it seems that the effort is worthwhile.

The forces gathered by Voldemort actually did not develop much easier than the Order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, a dozen or so dark wizards were sitting sparsely on the long conference table that was still as clean as new. They kept their heads down and remained silent, obviously they were also under a lot of pressure here.

Some of these pressures came from an angry Voldemort, while others came from the strong resistance of the Order of the Phoenix.

All in all, this action is fruitful—from now on, that McClain's strength will inevitably decline significantly, and we are one step closer to that common ideal!

... To put it nicely, aren't you hurt yourself?

In the past, when Voldemort spoke, no one would dare to interrupt, let alone speak ill.

But now, there is one person who always pours cold water on such critical moments.

... The corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched, and the veins on his temples twitched slightly, obviously suppressing his anger, Mr. Blois, please don't interrupt me at will?

In front of the window next to the conference table, a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man sat there with his legs crossed, his eyes always on the scenery outside the window.

Since I promised to help you once, I naturally need to consider the gains and losses, he said with a straight face, If possible, the easier the better—the resources of the Bulova family are not for wasting of.

Hmph! Voldemort snorted coldly, dissatisfied, So what, a deal is a deal.

If you die, wouldn't the deal be gone? Mr. Blois said, turning his head and glanced at him, Let me see, your injury is not simple...

...Compared with your 'borrowed' power, I am more interested in the other party's wizard.

Then you might as well—

Voldemort's words mixed with anger, he choked back halfway through.

This wizard who appeared suddenly has now become one of his important trump cards, and he doesn't want to push it to the opposite of himself because of his impulsiveness.

The current situation was bad enough, and if such a powerful wizard with ancient heritage was added as his opponent, he might as well just admit defeat.

Okay, Mr. Blois. Voldemort took a deep breath, I will strive for the advantage as much as possible, and that's exactly what I've been doing.

That's good, Mr. Blois nodded slightly. By the way, I would like to remind you: the injury you suffered is very likely related to ancient magic.

Voldemort subconsciously touched his lower back, where the cold was constantly coming out, and even the chair he was sitting on was covered with hoarfrost.

His current body is completely condensed by the power from the Bewitching Monument, but the beam of light emitted by Maca can even affect non-physical energy.

Now, in addition to restricting the cold air from spreading,

Still haven't figured out how to get rid of it.

This sneak attack, in fact, can be said to be the result of a lose-lose situation.

At least this time, his injury must be much more serious than mine. There was a sneer on Voldemort's handsome face, but then he became more gloomy.

At the last moment, he was almost thrown into the strange archway.

When he was only a few inches away from the black curtain, he even vaguely heard some inexplicable whispers, which penetrated the curtain and reached his ears.

That stuff is dangerous! Absolutely dangerous! If it was not necessary, he would never want to be near that place again in his life.

Lucius...

Owner?

I remember, your son goes to Hogwarts, right? Is he also in Slytherin?

Uh... yes, yes, master.

Bring him over next time, and I'll have dinner with him.

Master, this...my son is too young, I'm afraid he won't be of much use—

Ok?

No... Ah, yes, yes, I understand, master.

Just understand, you go back first! The Ministry of Magic wants you to bother...

This, this is my honor, master...

...

Black's old house, in the innermost bedroom on the left side of the second floor. Tia was huddling on the table by the window, leaning on the window glass and staring blankly at the square outside.

Probably because she often takes a shower in the early morning when no one is around, she looks much cleaner than before.

Her smooth long black hair was tied loosely by her, and then rested casually on her shoulders.

She was wearing a set of pajamas that Mrs Weasley wore when she was young - it looked a little short, but it was fine as long as she didn't see people.

Under this languid attire, her face, which was already featureless, looked even more ordinary at this moment, the kind of appearance that would be difficult to notice if thrown on the street.

She has been staying in this bedroom since she was forcibly captured by that dark-skinned wizard.

In the beginning, she was actually imprisoned here, but she stayed here for a long time, and she didn't want to go out.

For Tia, this place is better than any place she has ever stayed in - no need to meet people, no need to talk, no need to be scolded, beaten or bullied, and she can still have food every day.

If it weren't for some things still lingering in her mind, she really wanted to live here for the rest of her life.

Thinking of this, Tia pulled out a silver pendant from her collar, and pressed lightly on the top of the pendant. With a soft click, the pendant automatically flipped open, revealing the small photo inside.

This is an ordinary Muggle photo, and the man and woman on it are smiling and snuggling together, looking very happy.

Behind the man and woman is a calm river; in the distance, next to the man's head, a row of low buildings can be vaguely seen.

It is worth mentioning that there is a strange thick and long black pillar, which stands out from the crowd in that row of buildings.

Tia stared blankly at the photo in the pendant, and stretched out her finger to touch it lightly, but she shrank her hand back in the end.

Tut Tuk.

Just when Tia was in a daze, two reserved knocks suddenly sounded at the bedroom door.

Tia's hand holding the pendant trembled slightly, then hurriedly stuffed the pendant back into her collar, and looked towards the door nervously.

Miss Tia, it's me, Lena.

Getting along with Lena is actually very easy, and even Tia thinks so—Lena doesn't like to talk too much, but she can quickly understand your intentions and give short and appropriate responses.

And most importantly, Lena is very good at keeping people at a distance.

For Tia, who would feel uneasy when she saw anyone, her existence was simply a kind of salvation.

Tia climbed out of bed softly, hurried to the door in her slippers, and opened the bedroom door with her lips pursed.

Lena walked into the room with a tray, silently put it on the table beside her, then cleaned up the finished lunch tableware, and then quietly walked out the door.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't say a word, and she didn't even look at Tia. But her behavior would not give the impression of impoliteness, because her every move seemed so peaceful and natural.

...Thank, thank you.

This was the first time Tia took the initiative to talk to others since she lived here.

Lena turned her head slightly at the door, but she did not speak, but gave a slight salute to Tia, and then closed the door silently.

Tia stared at the closed door in a daze for a while, then walked towards the table where the dinner was placed.

ah--

Just as she sat down and took the fork into her hand, there was a miserable scream from downstairs, which made her tremble all over, and the fork in her hand almost fell into the soup bowl.

Surprisingly, however, she didn't curl up and tremble with fear as usual.

In fact, it's all because she's lived here for a while, and she's gotten used to that horrible scream.

No need to ask, it must be Sirius' mother who was woken up again!

This old house has always been very lively. In this regard, Tia is actually very uncomfortable. But even so, compared to other places, life here is enough to satisfy her.

Holding the fork firmly again, Tia carefully forked a piece of baked potato and stuffed it into her mouth.

She only showed a sweet smile every time she ate. No matter whether the food was earthly delicacies or poor slices of black bread, as long as it filled her stomach, she was satisfied.

People who have not experienced a life of not being able to eat for a long time will never be able to truly appreciate this supreme sense of happiness.