A black shadow suddenly flashed in the void, and without a sound, this shadow slowly drifted down into the narrow moonlit alley, on the left side of which were low thorn bushes growing indiscriminately, and on the right were neatly trimmed tall hedges, which seemed to be a secluded place.

It was a man in a black cloak.

He slipped his wand into his cloak, looked around with his scarlet eyes, closed them, and seemed to be lost in thought and memory, and then the man quickly chose a direction and walked briskly over.

He seemed to be surrounded by a black mist, which, combined with his cloak, made it impossible to see his true face.

"Routine checks, Ministry of Magic, take off your cloak, thank you for your cooperation. Not far from the end of the alley, two black-robed wizards appeared to him, walked straight up to the man, and asked in a businesslike tone. ，

There was a Muggle banishment spell here, and it couldn't be an ordinary Muggle that roamed around.

"Heh, there are so many patrols, have the Aurors been flooded to this point now?"

"Of course, the bar has dropped quite a bit. ”

The man under the cloak sneered, ignoring their questioning, and then suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke in place, as if it had never appeared.

"Oh, Sean, what are we going to do here?" said one of the slightly taller men, suddenly touching the back of his head.

"Who knows?" the man named Sean was also a little confused, he looked around, and there was nothing unusual.

"When is this damn day going to be a head. He shook his head, grumbled, and prepared to return to his original patrol position.

Unbeknownst to the two Aurors, they had already been shut down by the Ghost Gate.

What they had just questioned was the most terrifying dark wizard of this century.

Voldemort quickly left after confusing the two Aurors.

He was now walking slowly on a wide roadway, and the tall hedges had turned a corner, stretching into the distance, and two imposing wrought-iron gates blocked his way, but he walked on his own as if he had not seen the obstacle.

The black wrought iron seemed to disappear in an instant the moment the man passed, showing a faint sense of distortion.

"My perhaps not-so-loyal servant seems to have had a good time all these years?" Voldemort murmured, surveying everything in front of him.

A white peacock walked gracefully on the top of a hedge not far away.

At the end of the straight driveway, a very decent mansion appeared in the darkness, and the diamond-shaped glass of the ground floor windows shone brightly. In the dark garden behind the hedges, somewhere a fountain was spraying water

Malfoy Manor at night is so quiet and serene.

"Narcissa, you have to believe that Draco will be fine, he even escaped from Dumbledore's men, isn't it?" Lucius said comfortingly from the end of the dining table in the mansion.

Narcissa at the table just stared at the food in front of her in a daze, as if she had no appetite at all, and her expression was in a trance.

"I'd rather he'd been caught, and maybe I'd be relieved that Azkaban doesn't have any Dementors now, right?" Narcissa said gloomily.

"Draco: What if something happens to him during his duel with the Aurors, those madmen can use any kind of magic. Narcissa went on to say that her heart was about to break. Her children were wandering outside, nowhere to be found.

"Don't worry..."Lucius wanted to continue to comfort, but suddenly felt a strong burning sensation in his arm, and his pale face became a little frightened.

"Lucius, my servant, is it surprised?" A chilling voice came from the front of the two, and a man suddenly appeared next to the chair across from them, taking off his cloak, revealing his bare head and unhealthy paleness.

"Master!" Lucius trembled and tried to get up from his chair, but was pressed by an invisible force and nailed to the chair.

Narcissa also realized at this time who the man who suddenly appeared in front of their husband and wife was.

"Master, please save Draco!" Narcissa pleaded, now finding a possible "straw." ”

"Your good son, who seems to have betrayed me?" said Voldemort in a slow tone, unaware of Narcissa's shout.

"No, no, master, please listen to my explanation," Lucius argued vigorously.

"Then why did Dumbledore find the place where I was resurrected? Did he wander there blindly? even to telepathize with him? Maybe you want to tell me that he just wanted to find a place to go to the bathroom?"

"My son and husband are running away for you, suspended from their jobs, why do you still suspect them?" Narcissa heard Voldemort's words, as if she had gone mad, and roared at the man in front of her, almost forgetting what a terrible wizard she was facing.

"Oh, interesting. Voldemort's long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an incomprehensible smile.

His sparkling red eyes met those of the Lucius.

The eyes of the Lucius couple began to fall into a trance.

"Oh my God, Draco!" Voldemort's brow furrowed as the woman's shrill and high-pitched cries clenched his slender pale fingers, which were Narcissa's memories in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

After that, the woman's memory seems to be interrupted, and she wakes up in the middle of a white scene, presumably in the hospital.

"Meaningless intelligence. Voldemort sneered.

"Nonsense!" the Dark Lord's chilling eyes rolled, and now he began to search for Lucius's memories, which were much richer than the pale of Narcissa's memories.

"Truth Elixir?" Voldemort slowly read the memory of Lucius, his already pale face suddenly covered with a layer of frost, and his supposed perfect resurrection was planted on this insignificant potion?

"Dada. The man's fingers began to tap on the table, like a signature gesture of canceling magic.

The Lucius couple were relieved of their spells, and they shook their heads in unison to free themselves from their groggy state.

Voldemort was lost in thought, apparently seeing a lot of things he didn't know before.

"I promise that upon his return, I will give him the highest glory as a reward for his loyalty. He looked at his long, spider-like fingers and said in an oozing tone, giving the couple a little comfort.

"But, Draco, he—" Narcissa was about to say something, but was interrupted by Voldemort's sneer.

"Can he escape from Dumbledore's men, and will he still be afraid of those little minions or two?" the man smiled, mockingly.

"And now, I have more important things to do with you. His snake face showed a hideous pleasure.

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