A week later, Dumbledore summoned all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, including Cynthia, with a solemn face.

"Azkaban was attacked, and almost all of the Death Eaters who were still alive escaped." Dumbledore looked at the crowd and said solemnly.

"I can feel his power growing from the Dark Mark mark, we don't have much time left, we have to win with one blow." Cynthia rolled up her sleeves, the ugly black mark on her left arm had become clearer and clearer, and the skin around her was a burning red.

"Thea, when he returns, you will return to his command immediately, don't let him be suspicious of you, remember to protect yourself!" Dumbledore nodded, looked at Cynthia and said.

"Understood, Albus." As soon as she finished speaking, Cynthia felt a piercing pain in her left arm.

He ...... Summoned me......" Cynthia looked at the black mark that turned red with a pale face, and felt a coordinate, a very unfamiliar coordinate.

Cynthia was about to leave when Dumbledore stopped her and handed her a ring. "This is a one-time teleportation array, if there is danger, I will appear after turning it twice, pay attention to safety."

Cynthia glanced at Dumbledore gratefully and placed the ring on the thumb of her right hand. "Thank you, Albus, I'll be back safely."

With that, Cynthia disappeared in place. Everyone looked at the place where she disappeared, and their feelings were very complicated.

"Barty, don't be nervous, she'll be back safely." Siris patted Barty Jr., signaling him not to be too nervous, even though he was worried.

Cynthia landed and looked around her, and she came to a forest, where the roar of a wild beast could be heard.

Cynthia pulled out her wand, held it in front of her vigilantly, and walked forward step by step until a familiar figure stopped her.

"Long time no see, Cynthia." Rodolphus Lestrange looked at her with a sneering expression.

"Where's the master?" Cynthia asked with a cold face.

"You, Lucius, Barty, Severus, the four of you have been doing a pretty good time all these years." Rodolphus didn't answer Cynthia's question, but said in a vicious tone.

"It's none of your business, it just means that your brains aren't very good, and you're going to be captured by those Aurors in Azkaban." Cynthia glanced at him, her eyes full of disdain.

"You! Hmph, see how you can quibble in front of the master! Rodolphus raised his hand, ready to do it, but stopped and looked at Cynthia with a strange expression. The host is in the chalet in front and he is waiting for you. ”

Cynthia clenched her fists and walked around Rodolphus.

In a moment she saw a decaying wooden house with the door closed.

She frowned, pushed open the door and stepped inside. As soon as she entered, she smelled a strong smell of blood and decay.

“…… You're coming...... I, dear... Love—Thea......" Suddenly, a weak voice floated out from within.

Cynthia was stunned for a moment and walked into the inner room. There was an armchair in the room where the fire was burning, and in the armchair was an ugly man curled up without a single hair like a baby.

The man's eyes were blood-red, skinny and skinny. Cynthia shivered as she looked at the creature that could barely be called a "human".

She knelt on the dirty carpet and lowered her head. "Master."

“…… You, I didn't think of it...... I'll be back......" The thing made a suddenly, staccato sound. "I listen...... They said...... You went to Hogwarts...... When a Professor...... Also pardoned? ”

"Master......" Cynthia was interrupted by Voldemort as soon as she spoke.

Thea ...... In Beira...... They were all ...... The Aurors were captured...... Azkaban...... Why can you just be free? ”

"Master, I'm sure you'll be back, so I can't go in! I'm going to be in the best shape to welcome your return at all times, and not be like them, insane! Cynthia replied calmly.

"Oh?"

"Master, I entered Hogwarts to monitor Dumbledore's old fox's every move to cooperate with our future actions."

"That'...... Since you believe it, I will come back...... Why don't you come and look for me? Thea ......"

"Master, Dumbledore hasn't dispelled his suspicions about me, so I can't get out, I can only wait for your return."

“…… I need you to prove it to me...... Prove your heartfelt ...... Beira! ”

A dark-haired woman walked out of another room, followed by a giant snake twelve feet long.

"Master!" The woman walked up to Cynthia and knelt down respectfully.

"Ah, Nagini!" Voldemort was excited when he saw the snake.

Cynthia watched as the serpent climbed into the armchair, curled up beside Voldemort, and rubbed against him.

"Bella, I need your wand......"

When Bellatrix heard this, he immediately took out his wand and raised it in front of Voldemort.

"I need proof...... Thea's heartfelt ...... So you know what to do......"

"Yes, master!" Bella withdrew her wand and pointed at Cynthia, who was still kneeling on the ground, "Crucio! ”

A dazzling red light flew out of Bellatrix's staff tip and struck Cynthia.

Cynthia fell to the ground, clutching her chest tightly, and Bella chanted the incantation over and over until Voldemort whispered, "It's alright...... Beira. ”

Bellatrix withdrew his wand and looked respectfully at Voldemort.

The carpet beneath Cynthia was already wet with her sweat, and her lips were blurred from the bite, and she kept twitching.

"Very good...... I heard that Harry Potter ...... ...... by your brother Siris took ......"

"Wait until next time I summon you...... Find him...... and bring him with you after I have called you...... That's your task...... Bella Take Me ...... Let's go back...... I'm a little tired......" He told Bellatrix to carry him back to another room.

Cynthia lay on the ground for a long time before she regained some sensation in her hands and feet, and she struggled to her feet and stumbled out of the cabin.

As soon as she left the cabin, she used the portkey to return to Grimmauld Place, and passed out as soon as she landed.

"Thea!" Everyone waited anxiously for Cynthia in Grimmauld Place, only to hear "Boom! With a thud, the woman fell into the foyer.

Barty was the first to rush over and pick up the unconscious Cynthia, looking at Cynthia's pale face and bloody lips, his heart felt like he had been stabbed.

He carried Cynthia back to the bedroom, cleaned the wound on her mouth, and drank two bottles of palliative potion for her in one gulp.