Carrying the potion, Severus and Lucius walked through the door to witness the most absurd scene of their lives. Before the cruel and bloodthirsty Dark Lord, Cyrus was sipping wine while enjoying a performance by a group of Death Eaters. They had clear divisions of labor: some were dancing, others providing accompaniment, and one was even playing a violin.
Upon seeing the two arrive, the Death Eaters looked as if they had just greeted their dearest kin, yet they still dared not stop. Severus swallowed his helplessness and sarcasm, walked up to Voldemort with a cold expression, and dropped to one knee. "Master, I apologize. There wasn't enough potion, so I need to brew a fresh batch."
Voldemort did not reply. He looked at Cyrus. "Have you had your fill of play, Cyrus?"
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