Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

A few minutes ago, many miles away from the Magic Research Association.

The mist that once wandered outside the Prime Minister’s window is now floating on a dirty river.

This river meanders and twists and turns, weeds grow on both sides, and garbage piles up.

A huge chimney, a relic from an abandoned mill, stands high on the ground, gloomy, and ominous.

There is no sound around, only the black water is whimpering, and there is no sign of life, only a lean fox sneaking down the river bank, hopefully sniffing a few among the deep weeds Wrapping paper for fried fish and potato chips.

At this time, with the pu' sound light sound, a slender silhouette with a hood appeared on the river bank.

The fox was stunned, staring at this new strange silhouette with alert eyes.

The silhouette seemed to figure out his position, and after a while, he took a brisk stride and walked forward, the long cloak rustling across the grass.

It's another pu' sound, louder than the sound just now, and another hooded silhouette appears.

"Wait!"

At this moment, the fox was almost lying in the low bushes. Hearing this hoarse shout, he was even more frightened.

It whizzed out from where it was hiding and ran to the shore.

With a green light and a scream, the fox fell to the ground and died.

"It turned out to be just a fox," a woman's disdainful voice came from under the hood, "I thought it was Auror-Narcissa, wait a minute!"

But The person chased by her just stopped to look at the flash, and was crawling on the bank of the river where the fox had just fallen.

"Narcissa-Narcissa-listen to me -"

The second woman caught up with the first woman and grabbed her arm, but she broke free NS.

"Go back, Bella!"

"You must listen to me!"

"I have heard it, my resolution is made, don’t you Take care of me!"

The woman named Narcissa climbed to the bank of the river, and an old railing separated the river from a narrow pebble alley.

Another woman, Bella, followed immediately.

They stood side by side, looking at the rows of dilapidated brick houses on the side of the alley. The windows of the houses looked black and lifeless in the night.

"He lives here?"

Bella asked contemptuously: "In this muggle trash? Our people must have never patronized before—"

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But Narcissa didn't listen. She had drilled through a gap in the rusty Scabbers railing and was hurriedly crossing the alley.

"Narcissa, wait a minute!"

Bella followed, her cloak floating behind her.

She saw Narcissa swiftly through an alley between the houses, turning into another almost identical street.

Some street lights have broken down, and the two running women are sometimes illuminated by lights and sometimes shrouded in darkness.

Just as the woman in front turned around another street corner, the one behind caught up with her. This time he finally grabbed her by the arm and turned her around, and the two of them faced each other. Stopped.

"Narcissa, you must not do this, you must not trust him—"

"Even the Dark Lord believes in him, don't you?"

"Dark Lord must be... I believe... must be mistaken."

Bella gasping for breath said. She looked left and right to see if there was anyone, her eyes twinkling under her hood.

"Anyway, we can't reveal the plan to anyone. That means betraying the Dark Lord—"

"Let me go, Bella!"

Narcissa yelled, pulling out a wand from the cloak and holding it threateningly in front of him.

Bella is just laughed.

"Narcissa, do this to your sister? You won't—"

"There is nothing I can't do right now!"

Narcissa She lowered her voice and said, with a hint of hysteria in her tone, she slashed wand down like a knife, and there was another flash of light. Bella suddenly released the younger sister's arm as if burned by fire.

"Narcissa!"

But Narcissa has already rushed forward.

Bella rubbed her hands and followed again, but now she and Narcissa are keeping a distance, and the two of them walked deeper into the maze of abandoned brick houses.

Finally, Narcissa hurried down a street called Spider's End. The tall mill chimney rose in the sky, like a huge finger raised in warning.

She walked past dilapidated windows nailed with wooden boards, and her footsteps on the cobblestones echoed.

She came to the last house, and a dim light leaked from the curtain in the room downstairs.

When Bella foul-mouthed to catch up, she had knocked on the door.

They stood together waiting outside the door, panting slightly, sniffing the smell of the sewage river that was blown by the evening breeze.

After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door, and then the door was opened by a slit. A man looked at them, with long black hair draped on both sides like curtains, with a curtain in the middle. A gray and yellow face and a pair of jet black eyes.

Narcissa lifted the hood behind her head. Her face was very pale, and she seemed to glow with white light in the night, with a long golden hair draped behind her back, making her look like a drowning person.

"Narcissa!"

As the man said, he opened the door wider, and the light not only hit her, but also her sister.

"It's amazing and happy!"

"Severus," Narcissa said nervously, "Can I talk to you? The matter is urgent."

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"Of course."

He took a step back and let her into the house.

Her sister who is still wearing a hood also followed, although she was not invited.

"Snape." She greeted briefly as she passed him.

"Bellatrix." Snape replied, his thin lips twisted into a slightly sarcasm smile, and closed the door behind them with a click.

They walked directly into a small living room, which felt like a dark, soft-walled cell.

A room in a mental hospital or prison where the walls are lined to prevent self-injury by the prisoner...Several walls are books, most of which are old black or brown leather covers; one A candle-lit lamp hung from the ceiling, casting a dim aperture, in which a frayed sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table were squeezed and squeezed side by side.

There is a desolate and deserted atmosphere in this place, and it seems that there is usually no one inhabited.

Snape motioned Narcissa to sit on the sofa. Narcissa took off the cloak and threw it aside, and sat down, staring at her pale and trembling hands that crossed her knees.

Bellatrix slowly lowered his hood. Her younger sister is surprisingly white, but her skin is very dark, with thick eyelids and a wide chin.

She walked over and stood behind Narcissa, her gaze did not leave Snape for a moment.

"So, what can I do for you?" Snape asked, sitting down in the armchair opposite the sisters.