A soft white light turned Archibald? Macleish's pained expression began to ease as he ingested it, and his frowning brows slowly parted, and in a moment, it seemed as if he had regained his composure from the great torment.

He bent and stretched, braced himself with his still trembling hands, and crawled to his feet, as if something was drawing him in.

McLeish stood up, the pain of the Mind Piercing Curse healing in an instant, and a smile of intoxication, happiness gradually appeared on his face, similar to the way he had been writhing on the ground in pain.

With a strange look in his eyes, he walked towards Walter in a daze, facing the little wizard who was nearly a head shorter than him.

Samantha smiled cruelly behind him, he found himself in love with this kind of behavior, and look at it - they toyed with another wizard between applause! Isn't that a testament to their greatness?

He couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration for Ning An in his heart, and the mark on his arm began to burn, and this pain as if a soldering iron was burning actually made Samantha feel very refreshed.

"Ahh – why it's so wonderful – this feeling – it's unprecedented! Unable to suppress the excitement in her heart, Samantha wanted to learn more of this magic from Ning An now.

He licked his lips, suppressing his inner longing.

"I've completed my mission, my master will reward me, don't worry, Samantha—be patient—" He thought to himself, he already regarded Ning An as his master in his heart, although Ning An didn't let him call him that.

The hot feeling brought by the mark on Samantha's arm gradually receded, but the obedience and worship for Ning An in her heart reached a new height.

Walter watched McLeish stand in front of him as if he had lost his soul, and he couldn't help but marvel at the power of the Imperius Curse.

It was the first time in his life that he had used an unforgivable spell on a person.

Of course, he knew that anyone who used the Unforgivable Spell would be sent to Azkaban if they were discovered by the Ministry of Magic, and that it was a place of madness and despair, and no one would want to go there.

Unlike Samantha, who is somewhat crazy, Walter has a slender heart that is not commensurate with his vicious and ugly appearance, and he can feel that Ning An deliberately let the two of them do the dirty work, as if only by getting their hands dirty can they be used to do the dirty work.

But what does it matter? Samantha is enjoying it all, but what about Walter herself? To be honest, he doesn't hate it, although Ning An is the master of the snake letter and is his master, he has never abused them, on the contrary, his attitude towards the people around him can be said to be surprisingly good.

Compared to the Slytherins who had bullied them, this was a worthy object of allegiance, and since being slender at heart did not mean being kind, Walter never felt that he was a good person.

On the contrary, after countless nights of being bullied, he has long made up his mind to be a bad guy.

With a cold face, at this moment, he strengthened the belief in his heart, followed Ning An, followed the snake letter, this became the only thing worth insisting on in his own kind and dark and tragic life, so why not stick to it to the end, Walter still has a trace of joy in his heart.

Isn't this letter of nomination, in a way, also seen as Ning An's affirmation of him? Otherwise, maybe the one who is kneeling on the ground under the control of the Imperius Curse will become himself.

"From now on—" Walter cried with his wand pointing at the demented MacLeish,

"You will be wholeheartedly and unreservedly loyal to your master, Ning An."

As he spoke, he dodged away so that Macleish could face Ning An.

"I will be wholeheartedly and unreservedly loyal to my master, Ninh An." McLeish unconsciously followed along, his eyes brighter and brighter, and a happy smile on his face, as if it were the happiest thing in the world.

He slowly walked up to Ning An, leaned down again, fell to the ground, and said reverently and respectfully, "Macleish is loyal to you, my master. ”

"Good."

Although Ning An praised him, he didn't show any joy, and he said coldly to McLeish, "I have a task for you, Macleish, and you'd better complete it seriously." ”

"Yes, yes... Yes, my master. McLeish got down on one knee again, saluted, and said with some trepidation.

Nodding, Ning An called him to his side, whispered a few words in his ear, and waved his hand and said, "That's it, go back now, McLeish, you know what to do." ”

Macleish saluted immediately, his head bowed, his face facing Ning An, and he stepped back and left the abandoned hut.

"Well done, Samantha, Walter." Ning An really said with some appreciation at this time.

"That's my pleasure, master—" The two said almost in unison.

"Hmmm......"

Nodding, Ning An didn't bother to correct the change in the name of the two people, it didn't matter if they were called so in private, anyway, they both knew what to do on a formal occasion.

Ning An turned his head and looked at a spider web in the corner, it was a new web, it seemed that Filch had cleaned it not long ago.

Feeling Dumbledore's special attention, Ning An didn't plan to go to the Bing Room on the eighth floor so close to the Headmaster's office to practice, although this abandoned classroom was not in use, Filch would still come to patrol and clean it from time to time, fortunately, it seemed that he had just cleaned it up not long ago.

"Go back."

Fiddling with the small silver earrings that Calidora had worn in her left ear, Ning An said to Samantha and the others.

"Yes, master." Without the slightest objection, the two of them, like McLeish, bowed and retreated.

The wooden door creaked shut, and only Ning An and Daphne were left in the room, Ning An still staring at the spider web, as if it were some beautiful oil painting.

Daphne was silent and didn't know what she was thinking, and the dimly lit room fell into an eerie silence, the oppressive atmosphere desperately needed someone to break the silence.

"Snape has been reaching out to you lately?" Ning An's gaze was still on the cobweb, but he suddenly opened his mouth to ask.

"Hmm"

Daphne was a little worried, and she reluctantly said to Ning An, "I'm sorry - Ning An, I think I'm about to lose my breath of the Depters - I'm sorry." ”

The girl's voice was full of reluctance, as if she hated her own incompetence.

"You're doing a good job, there aren't many people in Hogwarts who can resist Snape's dementorship." Ning An was actually comforting in a rare way, although his voice was still cold, but it implied a bit of thoughtfulness.

"I'm sorry—oh, Ning'an, I don't want you to go through all this alone." Daphne's eyes were red, and she couldn't help but cover her face and apologize over and over again with tears in her voice.

"It's nothing—Daphne, look up, don't apologize." Ning An looked away from the cobwebs and looked at Daphne who was standing beside her.

On the girl's white cheeks, a crystal clear tear flowed.

"I'm useless—I promised you that we would resurrect Calidora together—"

"It's okay, you're still in the snake letter"

"But there's no one to help you share those painful memories—Ning'an—" Daphne cried

Looking at Daphne, who was crying silently, Ning An was silent, and after a while, he said calmly:

"It's okay, Daphne."

He gently pulled out a pitch-black wand from his bosom, pointed it at Daphne, and said comfortingly, "It's like a sleep, you'll forget what happened during the summer vacation, and you've been at home with your sister all the time—"

Daphne looked at Ning An's wand, covering her mouth, still sobbing uncontrollably, she looked at Ning An distressedly, her mouth still repeating the words of apology repeatedly.

"Forget it all"

With Ning An's indifferent voice, the dazzling light illuminated the dim classroom, like day!

When the light dissipated, Daphne slowly narrowed her eyes, she looked at Ning An and asked with some confusion, "Is there anything else, Ning An?" ”

Feeling a little moist on her face, she touched the corners of her eyes strangely, and they were wet

"Why am I crying?"

"No, you just yawned, Daphne." An indescribable darkness and loneliness surrounded Ning An, and he suddenly wanted to be alone for a while, so he said to Daphne lightly:

"You go first, I still have some things to do."

"Hmm... All right," Daphne touched her head, feeling as if she was really sleepy, and shook her head as she walked out of the classroom in a daze.

Ning An was the only one left in the dark classroom, and he sat alone in the cold chair, for some reason, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped, which actually made him feel a little cold.

Modified Daphne's memories so that she forgot what happened at Calidora's house during the summer vacation, so that only Ning An knew about Calidora's affairs.

Feeling Snape's distrust, Ning An guessed that it might be that he could see that Daphne was lying, and he wasn't sure if Snape would use a truth potion on Daphne, or if just a little persecution and cliché would be enough for him to find out the truth.

Ning An had to revise Daphne's memories so that she completely forgot the truth of the matter.

Alone and keeping secrets, no one will know where he is going, what his purpose is, and all this will be buried deep in his heart.

His plan was still ongoing, and there was nothing wrong with McLeish letting out the news of the Snake Letter, which would be more conducive to them absorbing the other members, and there were already many Slytherin students who had privately approached Daphne and asked them to be recommended to join the Snake Letter.

The current trouble lies with the Auror named Delix, who has recently been jumping up and down the school to investigate the situation of Kalidora, Ning An and Daphne, which has annoyed Ning An.

"Soon, soon it'll be your turn, Delix." Ning An sat in the empty abandoned classroom, muttering to himself.

"Poof"

A flying insect plunged headlong into the newly knotted cobweb, and the spider, which had been waiting for its prey for a long time, leisurely stretched out its eight long furry legs, approaching the flying insect with the breath of death.

Ning An felt that he had heard the sound of the sharp chelicerae piercing the flying insect's body, and the classroom became even darker, and the light was almost beginning to be lost.

Ning An was deeply wrapped in darkness, and when all the secrets had to be borne by him alone, he began to be a little confused about everything, whether he was a predatory spider or a hunted flying insect.

The web of fate opened to him overwhelmingly, and perhaps both spiders and flying insects had to move forward in this web, which was intricate, even if it was tired, but the thread of fate would never easily let go of the prey it entangled.