The crescent moon soared into the sky, slowly rising to the center of the night and sinking towards the southwest horizon.
As night had passed its midpoint, the swelling sea of dark could not further erode Malfoy Manor. This was because an evil power more malevolent than the darkness itself was entrenched here.
Third floor, corner unit, a south-facing bedroom.
Vitia was wearing a white, shoulder-exposing sleepdress. She leaned against the bedhead, with her face turned sideways, silently gazing at the occasional clouds passing by the night sky in front of her window.
During the days she was trapped in Azkaban, she would often turn into a statue of stone, gazing through the window hole that was more like an air vent, at the sky.
Though she was out of Azkaban, Malfoy Manor was merely another prison with better living conditions for her.
Yes, she was confined.
She knew that Voldemort was not a magnanimous person.
During the days when Voldemort was weakened, he had to endure her disrespect, but once he regained his strength, it was time for reckoning.
Moreover, Voldemort would never forget her little tricks she played during his important resurrection ceremony.
She had prepared for the worst when she came out of Azkaban, expecting Voldemort to kill her directly.
Now that she is just imprisoned, that's already the best possible outcome.
The loss of freedom in her body does not make her angry, but the loss of direction in her soul truly scares her.
Her clan had already been arranged by her in the Forbidden Forest. The Malfoys would take care of them, and Amortha was not completely unaware of this.
With them there, the Inquisition, upon discovering the clues, dared not venture in recklessly.
The Druids would rest and recover there, living well, even without her, there wouldn't be any major issues.
For their hatred of the Inquisition
Vitiae slowly lifted her left hand, her long, pale fingers spread wide, trying to grasp the faint starlight scattered across the black night sky.
She didn't know when the hatred in her heart had become less intense.
The wizarding society is more separated from the muggle society, and most wizards here live at a leisurely pace.
This leisureliness can lead to laziness.
Laziness can lead to decadence, and people may only want to fit in, without thinking about anything else.
Perhaps
For the rest of her life, living as a bird caged in a birdcage might also be a good choice.
Vitia's slender and jade-colored fingers unconsciously swept across the air, like a caress of water.
Exhale.
A gentle breath in the dim space turned into several wisps of white steam, and the icy cold surrounded the bedroom from all directions.
"Entering a lady's room without permission is not gentlemanly behavior--"
Vitia's hand, moving in the air, slowly descended as she turned her face towards the door.
"This is especially true for you, who inherited the noble blood of Slytherin."
Voldemort stood behind the door, his black cloak like a condensed mist, swirling with tendrils of darkness.
In the room, which was lit only by the thin starlight and moonlight, the red glow in his snake-like eyes was quite bright.
The two people faced each other in the darkness.
Voldemort's long, slit nose twitched, and he coldly gazed at Vita Cliona, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Because, he had not detected any fear or reverence in the air.
"You should be grateful to me -"
Voldemort said coldly,
"Thank me for my generosity, for not punishing those little tricks of yours."
Vitia remained silent.
There was nothing for her to explain, and she didn't want to.
"I'm here to ask about something."
Vitai's silence represented resistance, which caused Voldemort's voice to become even colder. He restrained the murderous intent within him and raised his right arm, waving his wide sleeve.
An odd wand appeared in the room.
The wand was shaped like two vividly lifelike, ferocious snakes that were entwined with each other.
The wand was surrounded by an emetic grey mist. It looked like a whirlpool in the depths of the sea! If one gazes deeply at the wand, it seems as if one's soul will be devoured!
Both of the serpents that form the wand have their eyes closed, but it's terrifying to see that upon closer inspection, their noses seem to rise and fall, as if they were alive!
Vitia's gaze, upon touching the twin-serpent wand, snapped away as if shocked, and then she looked into Voldemort's eyes.
"I can't control it."
Voldemort's voice was filled with anger,
"My ability to cast a spell with it has been gone since you handed it over to me. I thought it was because of my loss of body, but now I still can't control it."
Voldemort angrily looked at the legendary wand that was sleeping.
"Since it has willingly submitted to me, why is it unwilling to respond to my orders!"
"I think you may be mistaken about something, Mr. Voldemort."
Vitai said,
"It never said to me that it wants to submit to you, Mr. Voldemort. What I told you was that the vision I received from it was that it asked me to give it to you,"
In fact, I am also puzzled by this. In our Druidic texts, the wand belongs to the ancient age, to the great leader of the Druids, Morgan Le Fey. It has never had any interaction with wizards.
The tone paused for a moment, and Vitai continued.
"Perhaps, only the Druids who hold reverence for nature can gain its recognition and be qualified to use its power."
"Reverence for nature?"
Voldemort was amused by Vitai's words. His lips curved up in a sarcastic smile.
"I've never seen anything as evil as it. Maybe, for centuries, you've been worshipping in the wrong direction!"
On this point, Vitai could not refute it.
For centuries without obtaining the double-snake wand, the generations of Druidic priests generally believed that some evil thing had destroyed Avalon Island, and the double-snake wand was placed there to subdue the terrifying creature on the island.
It was only after she truly obtained the double-snake wand and sensed the destructive power within it that she came to her senses.
Fearfully, it seemed that the double-snake wand was the one being suppressed!
Voldemort was right, indeed, this was in direct opposition to the beliefs of the Druids.
Seeing Vitai silent again, Voldemort took back the double-snake wand.
He could sense that Vitai was not lying, and she knew nothing about why he could not control the double-snake wand.
So there was nothing more to discuss with this woman.
"I must remind you of something--"
As Voldemort prepared to leave the room, Vitai suddenly spoke again. She did not look at Voldemort, but turned to face him, gazing out of the window. The grey mist that swirled freely in the air, unaffected by the wind, absorbed life energy, and devoured weak lives.
"If you continue to keep the double-snake wand in this manor, then perhaps, there will be no living soul left in it, and your followers will all die."
The image of the end of days on Avalon Island, where everything withered, appeared before Voldemort's eyes. Vitai's voice was cold.
"On this matter, I have my own opinion."
Voldemort's crimson eyes flashed with a glint of light, and he said coldly before passing through the wall and leaving the room.
Have one's own views.
The silent room caused Vitai to furrow her eyebrows and contemplate deeply in the darkness.
The bright sun breaks through the darkness, and a new day begins.
Compared to Malfoy Manor, No. 12 Grimmauld Place, which had never radiated so much vitality, Hermione rushed upstairs with excitement, roughly pushing open the door to Harry and Ron's room, stepping over a pile of newspapers, and standing before the two boys who had woken up in terror and covered themselves with blankets, exclaiming happily.
"Hurry up, Harry, Ron, the homework for Hogwarts has arrived!"
July came, and this year's summer vacation officially began.
