Chapter 751: Execute This Traitor

Big trouble!

Anton frowned.

It would be too troublesome to go back to Hogwarts to find out if Snape was in school at this time, and it would definitely be a huge waste of time.

Anton looked down at Dumbledore on the sea, thought for a while, and simply controlled the broomstick to leave.

Lao Deng only has the situation and the world in his eyes, and he often has no energy to look down and care about some people around him. This is the biggest difference between Anton and Lao Deng.

Anton decided to find it by himself.

As for whether it will be dangerous?

Just kidding, Anton was happy to show Professor Voldemort that he couldn't kill him no matter what, and envied him to death.

Quack quack...

Anton drove the broomstick to find a reef close to the coast in the ocean, landed it, and put away the broomstick.

Finding Snape was not an easy task, yes, the required ritual magic was also extremely troublesome.

But if you're looking for Voldemort, it's not that easy.

You just need to find an open space, and then open your throat...

"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle..."

Calling Lao Fu's name over and over again.

Extremely simple and effective.

Shouting and screaming, there was a tune in his mouth, so he just blew the wind and hummed.

...

In a well-lit conference room, Death Eaters and other subordinates who came to vote sat quietly at a long table, and Voldemort stared at everyone with a grim expression.

"This is a good time!"

"Hey hey..."

"The saints of Grindelwald are driving the Muggle Squib-turned wizards to St. Riddle, and the powers of all countries are also setting their sights there."

"And we, taking the opportunity to hide in the darkness, wait patiently for the opportunity."

Voldemort got up gracefully, and walked to the French windows in a leisurely manner, looking down at everything in the city under the tall buildings.

He licked his lips, "This is where we're going to operate, so many Muggle Squibs, such a wonderful place..."

"Hey hey hey..."

"How many Muggles with wizarding blood are there in that damn place in St. Riddle?"

"Haha, let them all go, I will use that place as a playground and have fun with them."

"But you!" He turned his head and stared at every face, "You are all selected by me, don't let me down."

As he said that, he glanced at Little Barty who was sitting beside him, sneered, walked slowly to a corner of the long table, and gently put his hand on Snape's shoulder.

"What do you say, Severus."

Snape didn't move, just said in a low, husky voice, "Yes, holy Mr. Riddle."

"very good!"

Voldemort laughed, and squeezed Snape's shoulders tightly, "Then, tell me, why did you teach Anton the Flying Curse? You plan to let him deal with me?"

Snape's eyes froze suddenly, and then he became indifferent again, just shook his head lightly, "No, holy Mr. Riddle, Anthony Weasley is my personal apprentice, as you know. "

He slightly raised his head to look at Voldemort, his eyes were full of indifference and calmness, "If it weren't for that disgusting guy, Remus Lupine, I would have made Anton my godson, I just hope that I can pour myself Everything is taught to Anton."

"That's all!"

"Ha~" Voldemort chuckled, "Yes, yes, this boy Anton is so smart, as his teacher, it really makes people want to teach him more."

"Master, he lied!" Barty Crouch Jr. stood up with a sneer.

He stuck out his tongue like a snake, and stared at Snape fiercely, "Everyone knows that he loves Lily Evans! It is definitely possible that he resented Lily Evans' death." You, do something treacherous!"

"Really?" Voldemort looked down at Snape with a surprised expression on his face, "Is that so?"

Snape shook his head, "No, he said it wrong, he said the wrong name, it wasn't Lily Evans, it was Lily Potter, she has been crowned for marrying a disgusting person like James Potter Husband's surname, she should be called Lily Potter."

This seems to be a characteristic of patriarchal society, and Europe still maintains such a tradition-after the married daughter splashes the water, after taking the husband's surname, no one will call Lily Evans anymore, they will all call Lily Porter.

Under the loose sleeves of the wizard's robe, his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails even pierced hard into his palms, stinging!

It hurts, it hurts!

Snape's expression remained calm, "It was just a period of unrequited love, not even a first love, and I already have my own partner now. Do you think it's normal to be infatuated with an unrequited first love?"

The people around shook their heads immediately.

Even if wizards live in isolation, they are still in the Muggle society and are deeply influenced by Muggle culture.

Young men and women pursue freedom, and it is normal to change partners casually.

As for adulthood, the pure-blood family's interest-based marriage union, there are many interesting stories about Mrs., Miss, etc. that have been spread from various parties.

Love is such a sacred thing, but it deviates from the body and desires that pursue freedom.

Anyway, most of the people sitting here think so.

Naturally, Lucius was not included among these people. He glanced at Snape thoughtfully, raised his head and said, "Holy Mr. Riddle, I think the proof of so many battles and achievements in the past is enough to show that everyone here Your loyalty."

Yes, everyone has paid so much for the Dark Lord, and it would be too wrong to be suspected of loyalty.

"Hey hey hey..."

Voldemort laughed, "That's not necessarily the case. People change. People's hearts are the most difficult thing to figure out. Past loyalty can also turn into betrayal."

His eyes became cold, "Today, we are going to execute a traitor!"

Snape's gaze became extremely calm, feeling his shoulders being squeezed more and more tightly by the Dark Lord, he could only close his eyes deeply.

Is it over?

End this shitty life?

He was stunned to find that the figure he was thinking of at this moment was not Lily, but Gillian Nicklaus who was silently waiting for him to return in the Potions Office of Hogwarts Castle.

The quiet woman, the werewolf-turned-wizard woman, has always been so quiet.

Accompanied quietly by his side, bit by bit making up for his scarred heart with silent warmth.

Sitting quietly by the window all the time, patiently waiting for my return, and then looking at myself who opened the door, I burst into a smile that had been silent all day.

Snape lowered his head slowly, regretful in his heart.

Sorry, Gillian, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for me today.

"I've decided..." Voldemort pulled out the Elder Wand from the pocket of his wizard robe, held it in his palm and shook it fondly, with a satisfied smile on his face, "Use my newly acquired Deathly Hallows to bestow death on this traitor." .”

"Only death can alert those who have certain thoughts in their hearts. I allow you not to show complete loyalty, but I don't allow you to do anything that harms our cause."

"Keep in mind..."

"Betrayal is not allowed!"