"Thank you, Mom."
Amanda flashed a sweet smile and thanked Rowena and Helga obediently.
"A daughter doesn't need to be so polite with her own mother." Helga smiled and rubbed Amanda's head with her hand, signaling that she didn't need to be so formal.
Nodding with a calm expression, Amanda reached out and took Rowena and Helga's hands. The next moment, a distortion of space occurred, and the two mothers and the daughter appeared simultaneously in the open space outside Malfoy Manor.
"If the people here don't agree, we will appear."
Rowena leaned down slightly, flicked Amanda's nose, and instructed her with a smile.
"Okay, thank you, Mom." Amanda nodded vigorously.
"Go do what you want to do, good child."
Helga said gently, and then she and Rowena disappeared from the spot.
Rowena and Helga were convinced that they needed to leave room and opportunities for the child to develop herself, which is why they chose to hide temporarily, letting Amanda do the persuading and facing things on her own.
Anyway, they were always by Amanda's side, and it wouldn't be too late to appear if she couldn't handle it herself.
Walking slowly to the door of the Malfoy home, Amanda looked at the building that resembled a Castle and raised her hand to knock gently on the door in front of her.
Knock, knock, knock.
Three unhurried knocks sounded; Amanda considered her knocking method quite polite.
After a while, the door opened, and the face of Narcissa Malfoy appeared before Amanda. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy."
Amanda nodded at Narcissa with a calm expression, while Narcissa looked at her in a daze.
What is this girl doing at the Malfoy home? Has something happened to Lucius? Or has something happened to Draco?
Or perhaps... is she preparing to completely wipe out the House of Malfoy?
Her thoughts raced, but Narcissa's movements did not pause in the slightest; she turned gracefully to the side, signaling for Amanda to enter.
"Please come in, Miss Amanda."
Regardless of which it was, since this girl had come, she likely wouldn't leave easily until she achieved her goal.
Besides politely inviting her in to talk, what other choice did she have? She couldn't very well overestimate herself and try to drive her away; that would truly be failing to know her place and not understanding her own strength.
"Please sit, Miss Amanda," Narcissa gestured toward the sofa while pouring a cup of hot black tea for Amanda. "Would you like milk or sugar?"
Amanda sat on the sofa, paused for a moment, and then nodded mechanically. "I'll take both, thank you, Mrs. Malfoy."
"You are welcome." Adding the appropriate amount of milk and sugar to the cup, Narcissa handed it to Amanda.
"Thank you." Amanda nodded in thanks, took the tea, and took a sip.
"May I ask what brings you here this time, Miss Amanda?" Narcissa looked at Amanda and asked cautiously.
Putting down the cup in her hand, Amanda said, with no expression on her face, a fact that made Narcissa tremble violently. "Voldemort will be resurrected at the end of this school year."
"This—how does Miss Amanda know about this?"
Narcissa tried hard to control the tremor in her voice, looking at Amanda with some confusion.
Even she, as a family member of a Death Eater, didn't know the news of Voldemort's resurrection; how did this girl, who was clearly an enemy of Voldemort, know?
Hearing her question, the corners of Amanda's mouth slowly curved into a smile. "Of course, because his resurrection has been in our hands from beginning to end."
"What?!"
Narcissa couldn't help but raise her voice; in their hands from beginning to end.
That meant this girl and Headmaster Dumbledore and those people knew perfectly well that Voldemort was going to resurrect, knew how he was going to resurrect, yet didn't stop him, and were even happy to see it happen?
Even if this girl hadn't experienced it and didn't know, Headmaster Dumbledore should have known; knowing the terror and cruelty of Voldemort, how dared he, how dared he let Voldemort resurrect?
More importantly, if Voldemort resurrected, then Lucius, Draco, and the others...
Narcissa pressed her lips together and didn't speak again. She stared fixedly at Amanda; she believed that this girl coming to find her was definitely not just to tell her the news that Voldemort was about to resurrect.
She definitely had other things in mind; at the very least, she and Headmaster Dumbledore and those people must have made some arrangements regarding Voldemort's resurrection!
She admitted that she really couldn't like this girl because she had hurt Lucius and locked him up.
But compared to Voldemort, who had long since become moody and unpredictable, Narcissa even vaguely thought that this girl was less likely to threaten the House of Malfoy or the safety of Lucius and Draco.
"For certain reasons, Voldemort must be resurrected."
Amanda didn't clarify directly, but she did explain the situation slightly.
Anyway, in the end, anyone who didn't reach an agreement with her would receive a Memory Charm from her own hand, forgetting today's events completely.
So she didn't mind revealing some of the truth.
"Okay." Being sensible and not digging for details, Narcissa nodded.
Looking at Narcissa's eyes and the various micro-expressions on her face, Amanda easily read the unease, nervousness, and slight anger directed at her.
Amanda could fully understand the anger at the end, but regarding the unease and nervousness beforehand, Amanda could only conclude in her mind that Voldemort was a truly unqualified leader.
As a leader, his return actually made his supporters feel uneasy and nervous; just for that reason, it was quite miraculous that he still had supporters.
"When Voldemort resurrects at the end of this school year, he will definitely summon the Death Eaters."
Amanda said firmly, with no emotion mixed into her voice, merely stating facts.
"I know."
Narcissa closed her eyes and nodded. The first thing Voldemort would do after resurrecting was summon his subordinates and then carry out the necessary reckoning and punishment; she was very clear about that.
"So I think because of this, Mrs. Malfoy, you don't need to be too angry because I have locked up Mr. Malfoy."
Amanda leaned back against the sofa, looking at Narcissa with completely emotionless eyes, coldly conducting a rational analysis.
"Not angry?" Narcissa felt like she was about to be laughed at in anger; this girl had locked up Lucius, her husband, and was saying she shouldn't be too angry about it?
"Isn't that right?" Amanda spread her hands. "Mr. Malfoy chose to pay a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic to avoid punishment, and claimed he was under the Imperius Curse, which was why he supported Voldemort."
"I believe, based on an analysis of Voldemort's personality, that he will not let this matter just pass by. He is not a tolerant person who can understand others; I think Mrs. Malfoy is very clear about this herself."
Narcissa opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing. Of course, she knew that what Amanda said was true.
When Voldemort returned, it was impossible that he wouldn't settle scores with the Malfoy family, especially since Lucius had told her two years ago that he might have accidentally destroyed something very important to Voldemort.
Counting that, the House of Malfoy would be even worse off.
"So compared to staying outside, being at the beck and call of Voldemort, Mr. Malfoy being locked up by me, unable to go out and not being discovered by Voldemort, might be a better choice."
"Perhaps that is so." Narcissa spoke with difficulty; she actually vaguely felt that what Amanda said was correct, or rather, from the beginning, she had been led by Amanda into the rhythm she wanted.
"But even so, what of it?" Narcissa sighed. "Voldemort will not let go of the House of Malfoy, will not let go of my Draco."
"That is also what I wanted to say." Hearing Narcissa say this, Amanda finally revealed a satisfied smile; this Mrs. Malfoy had completely stepped into the direction she wanted her to go.
"If the House of Malfoy still chooses Voldemort," Amanda's fingers gently tapped the sofa armrest, "not only will you be unable to rescue Mr. Malfoy from my hands, your son, Draco Malfoy, will inevitably be dragged into it."
Seeing that Narcissa wanted to say something, Amanda reached out and stopped her.
"Think about the personality of Voldemort that you know, Mrs. Malfoy. You wouldn't still be hoping that Voldemort would consider that Draco is a child, and therefore not use him, or not do something to him, would you?"
"Think about the Voldemort you understand, Mrs. Malfoy; I think he is far less gentle than I am now."
Amanda's face was still filled with cold, stern hardness, but Narcissa had to admit that she was right; Voldemort was... far more cruel and tyrannical than this girl.
Not to mention anything else, in the same situation, with the same actions from the House of Malfoy, if it had been Voldemort, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a single living person left in the House of Malfoy by now.
"So my requirement is," Amanda slowly detached from the sofa back, straightened her back, and completely began to reveal her purpose, "the House of Malfoy completely breaks away from Voldemort and does not provide him with support."
"Of course, we don't need your help; you just need to hide here," Amanda's slender, fair fingers tapped lightly on the table in front of her, "that is all."
"It's useless; Voldemort will break in." Narcissa shook her head, her heart filled with powerlessness and despair.
Whether it was Voldemort or this girl in front of her, neither was someone the House of Malfoy could afford to provoke, yet they had to choose between these two people.
"He certainly won't be able to break in," Amanda waved her hand casually, as if talking about something not worth mentioning. "As long as you agree, I will personally cast protective magic on Malfoy Manor to ensure that no Death Eater, including Voldemort himself, can break in."
She said it word by word, and Narcissa looked at her with complex eyes. "You don't know how powerful, how terrifying Voldemort really is, Miss Amanda."
Amanda smiled stiffly and shook her head. "I have faced him, Mrs. Malfoy, and he is just like that. Even considering he hasn't resurrected yet, if I multiply his current strength by ten, he is still just like that, nothing more."
"And as for me," the stiff smile on Amanda's lips disappeared, and a confident smile emerged, "you are the one who truly doesn't know how powerful I am."
As Amanda's words ended, the sky above Malfoy Manor changed abruptly; the clear, cloudless sky was covered by dark clouds, and howling gales descended in an instant.
If Narcissa had a real-time satellite map like a Muggle, she would have discovered that in just an instant, almost half of the UK had been covered under this vast expanse of dark clouds.
But even without knowing that, just what was seen before her was enough to make Narcissa astonished and horrified.
"This..." She looked at everything outside and had to admit that with such magic capable of changing the weather on such a large scale, Amanda's strength was indeed not inferior to Voldemort, and her protective spells might really be able to protect Malfoy Manor.
Seeing the softening on Narcissa's face, the arc of Amanda's mouth widened, and she continued without pause.
"Likewise, I will also ensure that Draco is not contaminated by the Death Eater group, and after Voldemort is completely dead and the Death Eaters are completely dismantled, I will release Mr. Malfoy."
Looking at Narcissa's surprised eyes, Amanda shrugged her shoulders calmly. "Don't be so surprised, Mrs. Malfoy. Keeping Mr. Malfoy locked up and having to provide his food and drink is not an option worth choosing for me."
"When everything is over, yes, I will let him out, but likewise, the House of Malfoy will no longer be so-called pure-blood nobility; at the very least, the blood purity theory and the status you currently rely on bloodlines for will cease to exist."
"However, I have no interest in your family heritage."
Amanda shook her head without any fluctuation on her face; all she wanted to do was completely kill Voldemort and completely eradicate the blood purity theory. As for the pitiful Galleons in the vaults of the Pure-blood families, including the House of Malfoy.
She had absolutely no interest. Think about the Muggle World that Hermione will definitely promote closer ties with after she takes office in the future; with her escorting, what a vast market and future that will be.
Compared to that, the Galleons that the Pure-blood families had accumulated for centuries could really be called pitiful.
"We won't be settled with afterwards?" Narcissa was silent for a while and asked this question.
At this point, whatever pure-blood supremacy, whatever honor of the House of Malfoy, none of it was important anymore.
Her husband and her son were the most important; furthermore, she herself only had a generally accepting attitude toward pure-blood supremacy, not a fanatical pursuit.
"No," Amanda shook her head extremely firmly, "because the Minister for Magic at that time will not be a person who likes to settle old scores."
Narcissa nodded instinctively, completely failing to notice the information hidden in Amanda's words.
"Okay," no need to think anymore, Narcissa made a prompt decision. "The House of Malfoy will no longer support Voldemort, and I will not pay attention to any actions supporting Voldemort."
"But I beg you, Miss Amanda," Narcissa looked at Amanda almost pleadingly, "I beg you, after Voldemort resurrects, protect Draco well, protect Lucius well."
Amanda looked fixedly at Narcissa; perhaps she was not a purely good person, but... she had to admit that she was a good mother and a good wife.
She was a mother who could make her think of the two mothers she had just acquired.
Drinking the cup of tea that Narcissa had poured for her in one gulp, Amanda stood up and nodded with a cold expression. "I will."
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