Homecoming from Hogwarts

Move out of Malfoy Manor. Otherwise, everyone will die.
After the dinner, the atmosphere in the restaurant, which had finally relaxed, suddenly became solemn again.

The Death Eaters, including Adam Vogel, who was only interested in creating more chaos, all cast their concerned glances towards Vitia.

Voldemort and Vitia looked at each other in silence.

"Is it."

After a long while, Voldemort's gray right hand began to stroke Nagini's head again. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Lucius and Narcissa with wide eyes, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth.

"I noticed that you and your family haven't been very happy lately, Malfoy. In order to get me to move out, you even found a lecture, right?"

"Absolutely not, Master!"

Lucius stood up in a panic as beads of sweat slid down his face.

"I can swear, Master. I, we definitely didn't. I mean, it's our great honor that you are willing to stay in our home. We, couldn't be happier than this!"

Lucius swore that he and his wife had never asked Miss Cliona to make any indirect insinuations.

"You know what I mean--"

Vitia blinked tiredly.

Voldemort's attitude says it all.

In fact, she did not pity the lives of the wizards in this manor. In her opinion, the only one who entered and left this manor who was worth saving was perhaps the house-elf who brought her meals every day. The rest were extremely evil, including herself.

In terms of their crimes, they all deserved to die.

She was not unaware of Voldemort's possible attitude. After all, this was not the first time this topic came up between her and Voldemort.

But after careful consideration, she brought it up again.

For the countless innocent lives outside this manor.

The Caduceus draws life force.

It will become more and more active, and eventually, out of control, it may turn the entire world into a dead zone like the Island of Avalon.

Voldemort had no ability or qualification to control the caduceus, otherwise, he would have used it against Amosta and Dumbledore.

"So, what do you want me to do, Miss Cliona?"

Voldemort did not get angry immediately. He smiled coldly and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through Vitia's mind. Her brows slightly frowned, and she glanced at Severus unintentionally. The latter undoubtedly noticed the glance.

"If you sincerely seek my advice, Mr. Voldemort—"

Vitiya seemed unaware of the murderous intent that was like a thorn in her back. Her face was frosty.
"Then take it to the polar regions where it cannot come into contact with any life. Perhaps only in this way can we stop it from harming the world."

The Dark Lord and Cliona were discussing an important matter, which was a secret between the two of them. Neither of them seemed to have any intention of sharing what the secret was with them.

The Death Eaters, including the cold-looking Severus, had all judged this, so what was the meaning of the look she had just given him?
Severus stared at the woman across the table, thoughts racing through his mind.

This woman knew Amosta Blaine. She had known her since she appeared before the world.

Amosta explained this by saying that he had always wanted to bring her to justice.

To the world, this explanation was sufficient, but to Severus, who knew Amosta very well, it was pure nonsense.

There must have been something more complicated going on between the two people, some grudges.
Emotion is unlikely, but hatred is not likely either.

What did she want to tell herself?
Severus, who had a blank expression on his face, gradually felt a sense of anxiety.

This woman is now imprisoned in Malfoy Manor by the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord has been keeping a close eye on her.

If he couldn't understand the deep meaning of her glance, he would never have another chance to ask her in person.

"ridiculous--"

Voldemort said,

"It chose to submit to me, didn't it?"

Vitiya clenched her fists hidden in her sleeves. To this day, she is still puzzled.

The modern priest predicted that Amosta Blaine could help her get the Caduceus, and this is indeed the case.

But according to normal logic, even if he is too weak to gain the approval of the Staff, Amosta Braine should be qualified to wield the Staff.

After all, he was the chosen one of prophecy.

But the result was that after Amosta helped the Twin Serpents to break the seal, the Twin Serpents immediately abandoned him.

And I am just a middleman.

The will of the caduceus commanded her to hand it over to Voldemort, and after she did so, she was never allowed to touch the caduceus again.

The only one who can wield it is Voldemort.

Vitia, who had been looking down for a while, raised her eyelids and shook her head gently. Her eyes briefly passed through Severus's empty, dark pupils again, and then she looked at Voldemort's face steadily.
"It has indeed chosen you, Mr. Voldemort—"

Vitia said softly,

"But it did not submit to you. Such a thing will not submit to a mortal--"

When she cast a second glance at him, Severus was immediately sure that this was not his hallucination.

But what exactly did she want to convey to me? No!

A thought exploded in his mind, and Severus almost couldn't maintain his desolate look.

Vitia Cleona and he had no friendship at all, unless we count the few conversations they had at school when she taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts under the identity of Mad-Eye.

She didn't want to convey anything to me, but wanted to use me to pass a message to Amosta.

The moment he figured it out, Severus' eyes flashed, he stood up suddenly, and pointed the wand in his hand at Vitia Cliona.

The divine edge is invisible!

A hazy, fragmented light flashed in the dark air, and the cut air let out a sharp scream.

His sudden attack shocked everyone, including Voldemort, who was about to become furious because of Vitia Cleona's words. With one exception.

Vitia reacted quickly. Facing the curse light that was about to cut her into pieces, she raised her finger and a green starlight burst out!
In the green light, an old vine as thick as a wrist quickly stretched out and danced towards the flashing curse light!
Click!
Under the sharp blade of Shenfeng Wuying, the old vine was shattered into pieces. However, vines continued to emerge from the green light at Vitiya's fingertips, eventually dissolving the attack!
The wood chips flying all over the sky crackled on Severus and Adam, and even Voldemort was affected. However, when the wood chips flying towards Voldemort got close to a certain distance, they turned into wisps of black smoke as if they were corroded and dissipated in the air.

"How dare she insult you, Master!"

Severus yelled,

"How dare she say that the greatest wizard in history is a mortal. Master, I must teach her a lesson today!"

"Well said, Severus, I am impressed by you!"

Bellatrix also drew out her wand, pointed it at Vitia with a ferocious look on her face, and was about to swing it.

The atmosphere was set at this point, and the Death Eaters took out their wands one by one to show their loyalty.

"enough!"

Voldemort's cold shout petrified the angry Death Eaters. He looked at these Death Eaters who wanted to defend his authority, one face after another, and finally stopped at Severus' face which was still filled with anger.

"I gave you no orders, Severus—"

Voldemort said lazily.

"I cannot tolerate this, Master--"

Severus' thin lips moved.

"No one will tolerate anyone offending your dignity in front of me!"

"Oh, I am glad that you remain loyal, Severus and my Death Eaters, but Miss Cliona has some privileges -"

Voldemort slowly turned his head and looked at Vitia, who seemed to be pointed at by so many wands and had a tense face. He sneered, and his blood-red snake eyes flashed with pride.
"Put down your wands, my Death Eaters. I think Miss Cleona has learned that she should be respectful in front of Voldemort."

(End of this chapter)