Master was a wizard.

He wears an old black or brown robe and a crooked bow tie all year round. It looks like any wizard on the street, nothing special.

He seems to have no friends, rarely interacts with others, and lives alone in a large house in the heart of London – hidden, of course.

She had never heard of the name before Tom introduced him to Natme Indontris. In her opinion, Master was not a man of good origin, and she had always regarded him as the same as the homeless man on the street.

She once said to Tom, 'If you want to make friends who can help you, then someone like Mr. is not so suitable.' ’

Although she said it was very subtle, the meaning was obvious.

However, Tom ignored her advice, and he only vaguely said that he was also a Hogwarts student, but had graduated a few years before him. Plus, he's a Slytherin.

Natmay shook her head and smiled and said to Tom, 'Tom, not all Slytherins are as good as you. Many of them are still very mediocre and there is nothing special about them. ’

In Natmay's eyes, naturally no one is better than her Tom.

Probably because of the way she looked or behaved, Master was very unkind to her—when he was carrying Tom behind his back, of course.

On several occasions, he satirized Natmay's self-righteous intimacy with Tom, never forgetting to show that she had an unusual relationship with Tom, the inseparability between the two, and her influence on Tom.

He sarcastically had to say that it made Natme very uncomfortable, and it also pierced her sensitive nerves somewhat. Tom grows in popularity, but so does her grip on him. She knows very well that Tom is not the kind of man who will listen to women and will depend on others to survive. This made her even more uneasy.

- Because of her age, she is very unconfident.

Natme also knows that she sometimes goes a little too far. She used to love to call Tom by his name intimately, and she loved the feeling of the name 'Tom' coming out of her mouth, and every time she would slowly spit the name out of the tip of her tongue, each sound stretched long.

It's almost a happy moment for her, especially when it's crowded.

But Tom didn't like her to do that. He wanted her to call him another name: Lord Voldemort.

Natmay, on the other hand, liked Tom, who showed that they were closer than anyone else. No one can call him that, only her.

'Tom, I like to call you that. She took him by the hand and sat on the couch and looked at him with a smile.

He reacted with a sloppy laugh, tore her hand away, and said, 'But I like it when you call me Voldemort.' ’

After that, she no longer dared to call him 'Tom' in front of his subordinates. Other times, she occasionally couldn't help but do so, especially in front of Master, who looked down on her.

She knew what Coke was saying about her in private, and she didn't want to think about those dirty and disgusting words once. She hated Master, and she hated the people who whispered with him behind her back.

Natmay decided to take the child from Tom to Master, and Tom would not tell him who the child was, so she would have done it before the mouse found out.

The poison had caused a lot of damage to Natme, and although there were countless elixirs in the old mansion of Ingtang Tris, she had to lie in bed for a few days.

She wanted to take this opportunity to think about how to get Master to hand over the child, and it was hard for her to find out that she was interested in the child. Before she could come up with a good idea, Master came to visit.

"Natme, you look so pathetic." Master handed the flowers to the house-elf, smiled at Natme, who was still on the bed, and then said lightly in her gaze, "Ah, I'm sorry, Miss Ingdontris. He deliberately accentuated the word 'miss'.

In the face of his taunts, Natmay maintained his demeanor, did not kick him out, and even asked Jober to bring him a cup of tea.

"Sit down, Mr. Cork, I'm glad you came to see me." Natme could almost be called a kind word.

"Oh, Merlin, what's going on?" Master sat on the chair brought by Jober, stilted one leg, and looked at Natmay with his teacup slowly: "I was so flattered that I thought I would be coaxed out of the gate." "It's true, he didn't expect Natme Indontris to let him in.

- There is only one explanation for this: something is indeed wrong.

Ever since the last time the long-eyed 'Miss' of Ingdontris had come to him and sat down and talked for a long time, he had always felt that the sun seemed to rise in a different direction above his head. It was a real surprise. Every time the old lady saw him before, the look in her eyes wished that he would disappear as quickly as a house elf, so as not to dirty the ground in front of her.

She would actually take the initiative to come to him, which was not normal.

Then he found out that she had not only visited him, but many others.

Unless Merlin comes back from the dead, the old lady of the Ingtang Tris family never goes out, everyone knows very well how tall she is, and in her eyes, few wizards can make her look at it. She spoke with that smack of contempt, as if she were a slug in front of her rather than a well-dressed wizard.

Few people can stand her. Everyone said that the Black family Arcturus would withdraw from the marriage and marry the daughter of the MacMillan family because he couldn't stand her, after all, if she wasn't particularly unbearable, who would be willing not to marry the Ingdontris family?

Someone once said, 'Even if the daughter of the Ingdontris family is a Desenbo unicorn, I am willing to marry her, as long as I have a mud puddle for her in the bedroom.' ’

It can be seen how coveted the surname of Yingtang Tris is.

Of course, Master thinks this also shows how disgusting this young lady of the Ingtang Tris family is.

He looked at Natme's gray-blue face and the appearance of her powerless pillow viciously, and guessed which wizard she had suffered the loss, and what she had done to end up like this.

He moved his chair forward a little, and sure enough, seeing her look of disgust, he asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" It looks so bad. He looked at her presumptuously, and her face became worse and worse, and she said with smugness, "What about our master? Didn't you let him stay with you? ”

He was sarcastic about Natme, who was always fond of saying how obedient their master was to her. But they all knew that that person would never be willing to be subordinate to others.

Natmay moved, and when he saw her like this, Master Coquega was suspicious. His eyes became serious: "...... I've heard that you've inquired about the master, and you know he won't like you to do that. ”

Natme barely composure: "No matter what I do, Tom will not be angry with me." After saying that, she waited nervously. Is it? ”

But instead of dwelling on the subject, Master said a casual remark and then stood up and looked around her room. If such a very impolite behavior was normal, she would never allow it, but today she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, Master found out, and he even opened the small jewelry box on her dresser and rummaged through the rings and necklaces inside.

"That's right." He suddenly exclaimed, "I remembered that my master asked me to take something from you, can you give it to me now?" ”

Natme looked left and right in confusion: "...... What is it? "Tom didn't give her anything before he disappeared.

Master waved his hand casually: "Nothing, a notebook." I gave it to my master, and there was something in it. It had to do with a plan on his part. ”

Natme immediately remembered the notebook in Paul's hand.

Seeing her expression, Master asked alertly, "Do you know where it is?" ”

Natme didn't want to say it, but when she saw his eyes, she knew she couldn't hide it, and she took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I know where it is." She stared at him and said, "But how do I know you're telling the truth?" That notebook is a Tom thing. ”

Master didn't care what she said, he suddenly drew his wand and pointed it at her, "Tell the truth! Natme, where have you seen it? ”

Natmay was about to call Job, but with a flash of his wand, her throat swollen like a wasp sting.

Master shook his head, his eyes quickly swept over her bedside pillow, and he wanted to laugh at once! This woman didn't put her wand with her?

This made him both proud and despised Ingdontris: "Natme, you must not want to taste the Diamond Heart Curse, do you?" Before you find out, you'll be impressed enough! ”

Natmay clutched her throat and opened her mouth wide to call the name 'Tom', but she couldn't make any sound.

Master could see it, but he didn't care. This was originally a task given to him by his master.

'Master, hide it in your vault and keep it out of sight. It's important to me. It's powerful and dangerous. ’

He thought there might be some kind of curse on that notebook, a very dangerous curse. Although he didn't know what it was for—he didn't want to—it was clear that Ingtang Tris was no longer trustworthy here. So, it's up to him to keep the master's stuff, isn't it?

Natmay didn't struggle long before she decided to speak out - it would be great if Master could kill her!

She motioned for him to tell him where the notebook was, and when her throat was swollen, she immediately gave her Rose's address.

"19 Four Feet Alley?" When Master got the address, he immediately left. And Natmay called the elf Jobber.

- Now that Master is not home, she is just in time to steal that kid out!