Homecoming from Hogwarts

Severus Snape.

He is the Potions Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. More than a decade ago, he was a Death Eater trusted by Voldemort.

After Voldemort was defeated by the infant Harry Potter, he quickly joined Dumbledore's camp.

During the years that Voldemort was away from the British wizarding world, he had been Dumbledore's right-hand man.

Vitia looked quietly at Severus' expressionless face.

This is a point worth pondering.

Severus Snape was also very trusted by Amos Tower Blaine.

On one side is Voldemort, on the other side are Amostar and Dumbledore.

Both factions seemed confident that they had gained the loyalty of Severus Snape.

So, which side was at fault?

Vitiya already had the answer in her heart, so she was willing to say hello to him.

However, Severus did not seem to feel the kindness released by Vitia.

His eyes were empty and indifferent. He said nothing, just nodded, and then walked towards the restaurant.

The moment the door was opened, many eyes were cast at the same time.

Vitia could feel that the emotions contained in those gazes falling on her face were mostly interest, and of course, there was also undisguised hatred.

This hateful gaze did not come from Voldemort himself, but from a woman sitting in the front row to Voldemort's right.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

A crazy woman who worships Voldemort madly.

Vitiya knew very well why this woman treated her with hostility. The reason was ridiculous, so she never responded.

"Ah, my dear Severus, you always tend to be the last to appear, don't you? Creating a little dramatic surprise?"

At the front of the elegantly decorated long table, Voldemort, wearing a loose black robe, expanded his narrow nostrils a few times and smiled lazily and coldly.

There were some chuckles on both sides of the long table, applauding the Dark Lord's sense of humor.

Severus walked over quickly to Voldemort's side, glanced warily at Nagini who was squatting on the other side of Voldemort, leaned down, and kissed Voldemort's wide sleeves.

"I beg your forgiveness, my Lord. I was delayed. Brian suddenly returned to Hogwarts. He came to talk to me and told me..."

"Oh, Severus, we can talk about this later-"

Voldemort raised his hand to stop Severus from continuing, and pointed to the right.
"Sit down, Severus, and have dinner. It would be rude to reject Narcissa's offer, as she has been busy all day."

"It is my pleasure, Master."

Narcissa Malfoy stood up and hunched in the middle of the table, her voice hollow.

Severus' seat was the second to Voldemort's right, and the first person in line was a gentleman wearing exquisite glasses.

Severus and Adam Vogel's eyes met in the air, and then they walked over silently.

"You sit here, Miss Cliona--"

Voldemort's bloodshot eyes leapt across the entire long table and fixed on Vitia who was still standing at the door. He raised a finger and pointed to the empty seat on his left.

This arrangement undoubtedly surprised many people.

The Death Eaters all thought that the position should be reserved for Severus.

Vitia could feel that the eyes looking at her were becoming more hostile.

And the woman Bella had a ferocious look on her face, as if she was ready to rush up and tear her to pieces at any time.

However, she didn't care about these gazes.

"Well, I think we should raise a toast together."

Voldemort's long fingers held the goblet in front of him, and the blood-red liquid swirled in the goblet. It seemed as if there were a group of puppets sitting on both sides of the long table, and everyone followed Voldemort's instructions.

Considering that she still had to discuss things with Voldemort later, Vitia didn't want to make things tense right now, so she picked up the cup with a wooden face.

What really made Voldemort look so enjoyable was not the rich, long-lasting red wine in the goblet, but the submission of everyone at the table.

The sound of tinkling bells rang out in the gorgeous restaurant.

The firelight from the fireplace cast the swaying shadows of the people on both sides of the dining table on the snow-white marble wall with swirling patterns, as if they were a group of stiff zombies eating.

No one could feast in front of the most dangerous, evil Dark wizard of all time... except Voldemort himself.

Everyone was secretly watching the Dark Lord at the top, because Voldemort was using his knife and fork, so they were cooperating.

When Voldemort finished his meal with the blood-stained steak on his plate and wiped the bloody corners of his mouth with satisfaction using the white silk towel, everyone put down their cutlery in tacit understanding and looked at him eagerly.

Voldemort seemed to find this scene quite amusing.
"It's a shame, Narcissa, that the high-blooded wizards sitting at this table don't appreciate your excellent cooking as much as I do. Or do they think that Voldemort's taste is a little out of fashion?"

At the end of his words, the teasing element in Voldemort's light voice disappeared, and a hint of coldness appeared in it.

"We love to eat, Master!"

Bella immediately stood up and said loudly, eagerly stuffing the steak on the plate into her mouth.

The Death Eaters, feeling uneasy, followed suit, and even Severus picked up his fork again.

As for Vitia, she never touched the bloody steak from beginning to end. She just tasted a few bites of the fruits and vegetables that accompanied the meal and then stopped.

However, the way the Death Eaters showed their loyalty did not win Voldemort's appreciation.

He just smiled coldly, threw the napkin on the table, stroked the head of Nagini who had climbed onto his lap, and looked at everyone coldly.

"This is the first time we have gathered here since that shameful defeat. So, do my Death Eaters have any good news for me?"

His blood-red eyes reflected every guilty and fearful face, and Voldemort moved his narrow nostrils again.
"Greengrass, say something?"

The Death Eaters' eyes immediately focused on a middle-aged man in his forties, with a haggard face, messy hair, and pupils that shrank suddenly due to fear.

"Owner--"

Greengrass hurriedly pushed aside the stool and stood up.

"I have tried many things, and some Ministry employees do work for us, but higher-ranking officials...
Bones is very cunning. She has equipped every department director with a hitman. We can't get close to-"

“Oh, haha--”

Voldemort smiled grimly.
"Is that what you're going to tell me, Greengrass, that there's nothing you can do?"

thump!
Greengrass didn't dare to say the first half of the sentence for himself. He knelt down quickly, his body shaking like a sieve.

The Death Eaters thought they would hear Greengrass's screams next, but they didn't.

"Rosier, Yaxley?"

As Voldemort's indifferent voice sounded again, two more silent figures stood up at the back of the table.

"We achieved something, Master!"

The cruel and dull-looking wizard said urgently,

"Witch Weekly will be publishing an article tomorrow accusing Amos Tower Blaine of remotely controlling the Ministry of Magic and his hard-line policies, and they will announce in the article that they are revoking the award for the most charming smile that they had given to Amos Tower Blaine!"

The Death Eaters shrank their heads, fearing that they would be splattered with blood.

The coldness almost froze the Death Eaters in this luxuriously decorated restaurant!
"It seems--"

The shadow of Voldemort cast on the wall by the furnace light silently spread into a hideous appearance, as if he was ready to devour anyone at any time.

"Everything is just as Brian claimed. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are defeated, right?"

Voldemort said softly. (End of this chapter)