Each of Voldemort's Horcruxes has demagogic powers.

Anyone who approaches it will inexplicably hear the whispers of demons and the whispers of temptation.

Emotions fall into a collapse-like chaos, corrosive hatred.

Greed, vanity, inducing these negative emotions from the hearts of others, is its specialty, evil Horcruxes can affect the people around them, these negative emotions can come into existence from nothing, and can also be grown and expanded by guidance.

People who are not firm in their minds will be unable to persevere in the face of countless negative emotions and the waves will become uncontrollable and irritable, and then intensify and intensify.

The dark side that lurks in the heart will be exposed uncontrollably.

Malfoy had just let go of his constant mental guard a little, and as he approached Nagini, he felt an evil attack.

From this, it was immediately concluded that it was a Horcrux.

However, compared to the previous few hidden dead objects, this Horcrux is too difficult to destroy.

The slippery scales attached to Nagini's long body not only bounce off most of the weaker spells, but also lessen the power of the powerful ones.

Most crucially, Nagini is almost inseparable from his owner, Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort also rarely had Nagini go with him, and most of the time, no one knew where Voldemort was hiding him.

It is often in a crushing situation, or when he punishes his subordinates who are not doing well, that Nagini appears.

Killing it would mean that you would likely face Voldemort head-on.

The stakes are too high.

Just as Malfoy began to think, the Dark Lord's words pulled him back to reality.

"Draco, what reward do you need? Voldemort asked suddenly, then raised an eyebrow.

All the Death Eaters' meals immediately stopped, and it looked like the Dark Lord had something to announce.

"By the way, I forgot, you haven't carved the Dark Mark until now, as my most loyal subordinate, how can you miss this most important step?"

Voldemort looked very interested, looking at the boy in front of him, as if carved a mark, even if it could be regarded as a reward.

Malfoy's heart was a little resistant, but he was still mentally prepared for this step.

Undercover, it is unlikely that there was no sacrifice, it is too light compared to life.

But after all, this is Voldemort's magic, maybe there will be some after-effects, and again, the skeletal mark is too evil and ugly, and it can't be easily eliminated with some cleansing magic.

It will stay with you for the rest of your life.

Malfoy did a great job of concealing this, though, and with a feverish excitement on his face, he rushed to the table with a happy look, his black robes rattling as he ran.

As for the Lucius couple on the side, their faces also changed at this time.

Narcissa took a step forward, trying to say something, and her husband immediately grabbed her wrist fiercely.

"Draco has just returned, why can't the Dark Lord be considerate of him, our children are not yet adults!Don't let him wade through this troubled water!Death Eaters are not so good!" Narcissa whispered in her husband's ear in a panic, a look of uncontrollable anxiety on her delicate countenance.

I saw Lucius's face gloomy and he slowly shook his head at her.

The pale and emaciated face was not very good, but he knew that Voldemort could not resist easily.

The Dark Lord is moody.

If you intercede, it will only make the situation worse.

And for now, at least, this is not a bad outcome, and it is better to reuse him than to be excluded from the margins of power.

At this moment, Malfoy stretched out his left arm with an eager expression and pulled up the cuffs.

It is like a devout believer who is about to be baptized by a benefactor.

His arms trembled with excitement.

Since he can't refuse, of course he can't let himself be sacrificed in vain, he must hide his heart and not let Voldemort see a trace of abnormality.

"Today, all of you will bear witness to your unwavering loyalty. Voldemort waved his hand, and his dark robes rattled.

The fiery snake in the center of the ceiling, which acts as a light, swelled its body, and in an instant, the somewhat dim room was completely illuminated.

"Woo!" the werewolves in the room took the lead and began to howl, they knew that it was time to roar in a high-pitched manner, corresponding to Voldemort's movements.

Seeing this, Lucius subconsciously showed a look of disgust, because this group of beasts was too rude to make people unconsciously disgusted.

Voldemort looked at the reaction of his men in front of him, he nodded in satisfaction, raised his withered arm, and waved his wand, summoning a crimson flame, exuding a heat that was not scorching, and shone faintly in midair.

Slightly dimmer than normal flames, and slightly brighter than powerful fires.

The deep demon flame floated in the air, and finally gradually condensed and formed, like an extremely sharp carving knife.

The flame light fluctuated slightly, exuding a chilling evil aura.

Narcissa looked at the flame in horror, and soon, her son, who had finally returned, had to endure great pain again.

Just as the blade was about to hang down and etch into the skin of Malfoy's arm, tattooing the symbol of the evil Dark Devil, Narcissa tilted her head, closed her eyes, and pinched her husband's arm with her palm.

Don't dare to look again.

It's just that, depressingly, the faint light suddenly went out in an instant.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes, the blood-red eyes shrank sharply and narrowed into a line.

Malfoy's heart throbbed a few times, as if a hammer had struck it hard for a moment, and then the blood in his body began to flow backwards, and his back seemed to be swept by the extremely cold wind, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

The faint eyebrows twisted in surprise, and the eyelids blinked a few times.

This sudden abnormal change made him think anything in an instant.

Voldemort may have discovered his secret?

His right hand tried to clench the wand in the cuff, but he forcibly restrained himself and forced himself to relax.

In his gray eyes, there was just the right amount of doubt, looking at the Dark Lord in front of him.

That look of defensiveness only made Voldemort suspicious.

Things haven't gotten to the worst yet, and we can't afford to mess with ourselves.

Then, he saw Voldemort's pale face smirk.

"I have an interesting plan in mind, Draco. A low, soothing voice reached his ears.

Voldemort slowly lowered his wand, his pale face showed some high-pitched emotions, the two slits between his nostrils tightened, his scarlet tongue licked his bloodless dry lips, his snake eyes narrowed slightly, and then said in a hoarse voice, slowly and excitedly:

"Do you want to go back to school, Draco?"