The corpse's flesh and blood were devoured, leaving only a scarred skin and bones, and its true face was invisible.

The remnants of the dark magic around the corpse were restless, and even though the magic had long since ended, Evan could still feel a deep evil in it, he was not familiar with this type of dark magic, but he was no stranger to this brutal method.

The most forbidden forms of dark magic are the life and soul of a man, but devouring a person's flesh and blood is only done by greedy and bloodthirsty monsters, and, of course, by the gods and evil creatures that feed on flesh and blood. This is Voldemort's new magic, and after mastering the power of the evil god, he conducted an evil experiment on the original owner of this corpse.

Ai Wen squinted his eyes and looked closely, the skin of the corpse was full of holes, as if there were countless tiny tentacles sticking out of it, and the whole corpse had many important parts missing, and left a strong black magic aura.

"Young Master Aiwen......" Dobby shouted in a low voice, clutching Aiwen's sleeve and looking at the corpse on the ground in fear.

"Hmm!" Evan subconsciously responded, his wand flicking upwards slightly, and the corpse flipped over, revealing the missing right arm, he examined the past wound, "The bite mark of the eight-eyed giant spider, it seems that this unlucky guy is an old friend of ours! ”

"Black, black lord......" Dobby said in a shudder.

"Yes, it's a simple reasoning, Harry has been here before, maybe just a few minutes ago, he saw Wormtail here, the two of them had a conversation, of course, there must have been a fight, because of cowardice, mercy or whatever, Wormtail let him go when he could have killed Harry, I guess so, maybe just hesitated for a moment, but it was undoubtedly unbearable for the Dark Lord, in his eyes, hesitation was betrayal. Then, the obvious happened, and the magic that the Dark Lord had left on him kicked in, and that dark magic or something else killed him. "It's worth noting the magic that kills the tail of the worm or that thing, it inspires me a lot...... Wait, what is this?"

Flipping the corpse over, Aven saw black lines writhing on the floor, like oddly colored maggots.

Aven's head moved a little closer, and the writhing was certainly not a bug.

It's a magical creation!

Something made entirely of magic, and Evan touched it gently with his wand.

The sparks flickered, and the "bug" on the ground twisted more violently, it struggled, and let out a terrible wail, not loud, but extremely clear, as if it was sounding in a human head, it twisted, volatilized upward, and turned into black smoke.

The smoke eventually coalesced into a skeleton, which paused for a moment, and rushed towards Evan with its mouth wide open in terror.

Dobby, the house-elf, was terrified, and he let out a loud cry.

Aven's wand swiped swiftly in front of him, and the skulls of smoke rushing at him vanished, and the wails dissipated.

"Young Master Aiwen, Young Master Aiwen!" said Dobby in horror, "Dobby is afraid, that thing just now...... Dobby was terrified!"

"I'm surprised, too, Dobby. "It's a whole new power, it's not traditional magic, it's not the spell of an evil god, it's magic that we're not familiar with, it's evil and powerful, and he's really gone farther than anyone else in the dark arts." If he can use this magic proficiently, I'm afraid we will have a hard time in the future. ”

"Dobby doesn't understand, Master Aven. ”

"No one understands, we can only guess ......"

Dobby paused for a long time before saying, "We should get out of here, Harry Potter......"

"That's right, Dobby, Wormtail is dead, where is Harry now?" Evan stood up, "It's suspicious, there was someone else there at the time, and that person took Harry." We should go and meet Lucius Malfoy, what he should know. Come on, Dobby, if you want to find Malfoy at this time, you should know where he is, take me there. ”

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In the study of Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy, sitting in a chair, was very annoyed, staring at the exquisite emerald set in the opposite wall, one moment nostalgic for the glory of the family's past, and the other lamenting the current situation.

Before Voldemort returned, Lucius had missed the days when he was still around.

He had always felt that although Voldemort was not likable in itself, the ideas he preached were what the pure-blood family really needed, pure-blood wizards were the noblest, and mudbloods and Muggles were naturally enslaved by pure-blood wizards.

But when Voldemort did return, things didn't seem to change as he expected.

In a way, the pure-blood wizards did take the initiative once again, but the Malfoy family's situation was getting worse and worse.

What went wrong?

Lucius sighed, it might be inappropriate to say this now, but it was crucial, he had thought about it countless times during the year he had been imprisoned in Azkaban, and of course he knew what the problem was.

It's not that he didn't complete Voldemort's mission, or that the Malfoys don't matter.

The root of it all was predestined the moment he handed over the diary five years ago.

Lucius thought for a long time before he understood the crux of the matter, it was still reminded by the boy, that the diary was not an ordinary magical item at all, nor was it a valuable souvenir for the Dark Lord, that is......

That's what Lucius has been speculating about, but he's never dared to admit.

Damn, what's the use of talking about all of this now?!

The current situation is that Voldemort gave Malfoy a lot of punitive tasks, most of which were for them to be sent to death.

Let Drake kill Dumbledore, it's a shame that he can think of it.

It was a tough test, although there was a lot of speculation that the Dark Lord wanted to see what the hypocritical Dumbledore would do in the face of his student's assassination, and whether he would maintain that hypocritical benevolence.

But isn't this an irreparable test for Drake?!

Neither success nor failure was what Malfoy hoped for.

It was terrible that Dumbledore had really died under Draco's childish assassination.

Did Dumbledore's death change the circumstances of the Malfoy family?

Now, Lucius Malfoy had to seriously start thinking about the run, and it was ...... Terrible.