Voldemort waved his hand and asked the servants to retreat.

He needs to rest now.

Snake venom, resurrection, severed hands...

All these caused him unspeakable trauma.

Lucius withdrew and the Death Eaters returned to their rooms.

The Malfoys lived on the first floor, and the master bedroom was vacated. It had been unoccupied before and was now the residence of their great master.

They were now the masters of this mansion, living in the utility room at the far corner, which used to be the residence of the house-elf Dobby, but now it was their residence.

In a small but warm room.

"Draco..." Narcissa nervously grabbed her husband's collar.

"That good-for-nothing has his own ideas now." Lucius was still furious, gritting his teeth, wishing he could tear his son alive. "He didn't choose a master, and he's hiding in Hogwarts to live. That damn guy might have clung to Dumbledore's thigh while we weren't paying attention."

He cursed, feeling very disappointed with the person.

Narcissa understood what her husband meant, but some things were not easy to say in this situation.

Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater, he can only speak from the perspective of a Death Eater.

Draco was safe now and would not be involved in these Death Eater affairs.

Narcissa nodded, saying nothing, tears welling in her eyes.

My son has grown up and matured.

Nothing else can make a mother so happy and sad at the same time.

What happened tonight had no impact on Hogwarts.

No one except Gryffindor noticed Harry's absence, and those who noticed didn't take it to heart. If Harry wasn't there, wasn't Hermione also gone? Wasn't it normal for young wizards to go out for a tryst on Christmas Eve? As for Ron and Neville...

Maybe they are also having a tryst?

The four of them were mysterious and their whereabouts were often unknown, and Gryffindor had long been accustomed to it.

Until the next morning.

The Daily Prophet and the Quibbler spread through the castle.

The events of Gringotts became known.

The Daily Prophet briefly mentioned the incident, giving it only a small page to briefly introduce the incident - the Death Eaters attacked Gringotts, the goblins were unable to stop them, and finally the Ministry of Magic stepped in and worked with Mr. Harry Potter to resolve the matter and execute several Death Eaters. Except for the long-standing Lestrange family vault being looted, the property of other wizards was not threatened.

It seems... the Ministry of Magic under the leadership of Minister Thicknesse has indeed made great improvements, at least some personnel work has been done.

Although I still relied on external help from others.

But at least we got the job done.

But even with a change of Minister of Magic, The Quibbler still did not stand on the same front as The Daily Prophet, and they still reported different things about the same thing.

Rita Skeeter is truly an amazing woman.

She was clearly not there that day and had not come to ask Harry about it, but in her writing, it was as if she had witnessed what happened yesterday with her own eyes, and she described the whole process very clearly.

Which Death Eaters broke in and when did they break in? Their goal from the beginning was the Lestrange family vault. The Death Eaters did not break into Gringotts to show their presence when they had nothing to do, as the Daily Prophet said. They had an extremely evil plan.

At the scene, in addition to the Death Eaters, there were also a number of corpses of Muggles, wizards, and magical creatures.

There were men, women, young and old, as well as veela, centaurs, and fairies.

The way they died was all the same: all the blood was drained from their bodies, leaving them mummies.

Rita Skeeter still didn't tell the truth - she didn't say "Voldemort is resurrected" directly in the article, but kept hinting that this group of Death Eaters were preparing an extremely evil resurrection plan and succeeded.

Who will the Death Eaters resurrect?

No doubt about it.

What does success mean?

There is no doubt about it.

In the Gryffindor common room, George and Fred frowned as they looked at two reports, wondering whether they should adjust their sales plan in the near future. In the current social environment, selling small props for protecting oneself seemed to be more attractive and more promising than selling props for pranks.

Neville said nothing, turned over the counter tune, and threw the Daily Prophet bought for five knuts into the campfire.

Hermione sat next to Harry as they both flipped through their books.

Ron was writing a paper summarizing last night's battle. Although Professor Porter had not assigned it yet, as a qualified student, he was well prepared.

The other little lions came out of the dormitory happily, and seeing the few people who were still studying hard on the first day of the holiday, they stopped laughing and tiptoed out of the lounge, feeling a little guilty. However, when they walked out of the tower, they put these guilty feelings behind them and started playing happily again.

Wait until the afternoon.

Ron finished writing the paper and gave it to Professor Porter for him to check.

Fox flew in through the window, holding a note in his mouth.

It was Dumbledore's invitation.

Harry immediately stood up and went to the headmaster's office.

There were not many people in the room, only Snape besides Dumbledore.

"Harry, you're here." Dumbledore waved his wand and poured him a glass of whiskey. "Thanks to you yesterday, Voldemort didn't make too much noise..."

Harry looked at him coldly: "Why didn't Rita just say that Voldemort had resurrected, instead of giving such complicated hints?"

"I asked her to do this." Dumbledore said softly, "Voldemort is back, but it is not as serious as we thought. You can deal with him. We should not let too many people provide him with a source of power, fear, or anything else."

"Thickness is right to be concerned."

"We are not yet at the point where we need the entire wizarding world to fight him."

Harry said nothing, just shook his head.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Harry, now there is good news. Severus has finally contacted the Death Eaters."

Harry looked at Snape.

Snape said with a straight face: "Lucius Mal contacted me anonymously this morning, using a codeword we worked out when we were in school. He said... the current Dark Lord needs me, and asked me to go to his house and meet the Dark Lord."

"It seems that the basilisk's venom has caused quite a bit of impact?" Harry nodded. "This makes me even more disappointed. That's his own pet."

"So what's next?" Snape asked. "He's at Malfoy House."

"Just go to his house and kill him?"

Harry shook his head, picked up the cup, and said indifferently: "You can kill him at any time, but the key to solving his problem is not to kill him, but how to kill him completely."

"Four Horcruxes are still missing."

"Dear Professor Snape, we need to know where these four Horcruxes are hidden."

Snape looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded, "Harry and I agree."

"Let me continue to be the Dark Lord's lackey?" Snape nodded expressionlessly, "I understand."

He gripped his wand tightly and stared at the table.

That guy... was the murderer who killed Lily. Although he is dead now, he was still alive in the past.

"Severus, all this is to kill him." Dumbledore saw Snape's emotions and felt relieved.

Snape sneered: "Albus, I'm not that fragile. I know, I know."

"Professor Dumbledore, I saw Aberforth." Harry turned his head and looked at him.

Dumbledore was startled.

His eyes became complicated and he leaned back: "I know."

"It seems that he hates you very much." Harry said softly, "Professor Snape and I combined can't scold you as badly as he does."

"That's normal." Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed up his glasses.

"It seems that my commission will be difficult." Harry shook his head and said in a teasing tone, "When can I meet Grindelwald?"

Snape's expression didn't change, but his body leaned forward involuntarily. He was indeed curious about these things, but because he was young, he knew nothing about them.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Harry, Severus is still here."

"We can talk about these things later, alone."

Harry said nothing.

Snape raised his eyebrows, looked at Dumbledore, and said sarcastically: "It seems that Potter knows some little secrets about you, just like you know me?"

Dumbledore remained silent.

Snape stood up and said, "Potter, you must threaten Albus properly and let him feel how painful it is."

"I think this must be a very good treatment option for him."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Severus, Harry doesn't need you to remind him, he is very good at this."

Snape said in an exaggerated tone: "That's great, Potter, you finally did something that I feel is great."

"I thought you would praise me for killing my mother's murderer, which is the best thing that ever happened to you." Harry responded to him calmly.

Snape's face turned cold and he left with a flick of his sleeves.

Leaving Dumbledore and Harry in the office.

They discussed the matter of Grindelwald and Aberforth.

That evening.

Snape appeared outside the Malfoy mansion. He remembered the address and what the Malfoy mansion looked like, but he could not see anything when he stood there.

The spell of secrecy.

This spell that had been used against the Dark Lord, was now used by the Dark Lord against himself.

He raised his wand and shot a Dark Mark into the sky as the letter said. A giant snake crawled inside the skull.

After a moment.

From behind him, a spell struck.

"Expelliarmus!"

A silent spell, only magic power surges.

Snape reacted quickly. Almost at the same time as he caught the magic power, he gently waved it and put on the "Armor Body Armor".

"You can do this even with a broken arm?" A sharp and piercing female voice sounded from behind him.

Snape looked back and sneered, "Bella, it's surprising that you're still alive."