Being a Death Eater was too much pressure on Wormtail, especially at the thought of facing Sirius again, he couldn't help but shudder...... But he had no other choice, and Voldemort was thankful that he didn't kill him directly, and Peter Pettigrew ran out of the room in a panic.

Silence returned to the room, Voldemort's scarlet eyes swept over the faces of his panicked followers.

"Like I just said!" he said, "I understand now, I want to see those two boys, I need to get the whereabouts of the scepter from Mason, and besides that, I'm going to kill Potter myself, but before I kill him, I need to do something, like borrow a wand from one of you." ”

All the faces around Voldemort were filled with shock for a moment, as if he were borrowing one of their arms.

Some were still sneaking at Voldemort's left arm, which had been shaking at an unnatural amplitude since just now.

It doesn't look like a human arm.

"No one volunteered?" said Voldemort slowly, "let me see...... Lucius, I don't think you need a wand anymore!"

Lucius Malfoy looked up, his skin sallow in the firelight, shadows looming around his sunken eyes.

He opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound.

"Master?"

"Your wand, Lucius, I want yours. ”

"I ......"

Malfoy glanced at his wife beside him, her face as pale as her husband's, her long blonde hair hanging down her back, unresponsive, yet under the table, her slender fingers lightly touching his wrist.

Because of his wife's touch, Lucius reached into his robe, drew his wand, and handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand to the scarlet eye and took a closer look.

"What is it made of?"

"Elm, the host. Lucius whispered.

"Where's the rod?"

"Dragon...... Dragon's heart tendon. ”

"Very well!" said Voldemort, placing his wand on the table, drawing his own with his pale right hand and comparing the length.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a moment he seemed to be hoping that Voldemort would give him his wand.

His move did not escape Voldemort's eyes, and his eyes widened in hostility.

"Give you my wand, Lucius, my wand?"

There was a snickerle from the crowd, and the Death Eaters looked at Malfoy gloatingly.

"I've given you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough, but I find that you and your family don't seem to be happy, and you are not happy that you have lost your position because of my presence, Lucius?"

"No, no, master!"

"Don't lie, Lucius......" Voldemort's voice grew colder, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot, and the Death Eaters stopped snickering, they all quieted down, and a few of the timid ones couldn't help but tremble, "Why are the Malfoys so unhappy?

"Of course yes, master!" said Lucius Malfoy, his hands trembling as he wiped the beads of sweat from his upper lip, "we longed for it and still do." ”

To Malfoy's left, his wife nodded strangely, stiffly.

To his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging over his head until then, glanced at Voldemort and immediately looked away, he was afraid to look at Voldemort, and since that day he was brought back by Snape, he had fallen into a nightmare that he would never wake up from.

Dumbledore was right, he wasn't a man who could kill, but Dumbledore died in front of him.

Waking up from a dream countless times in the middle of the night, Draco had the image of Dumbledore falling.

But the more terrifying thing came from this house, from his own home, and a lot of things had changed since Voldemort came here.

As the current headquarters of the Death Eaters, Malfoy Manor has not only changed the atmosphere, Draco is increasingly seeing some kind of shadow...... He didn't know how to describe what he had seen, he had thought he had seen it wrong, but more and more times he saw it, making Draco realize that these things were real, those monster-shaped black shadows, as if they didn't exist in this world, suddenly appeared in the room, scared people half to death, and then disappeared after a few seconds.

Even if you reach out and touch it, you can't touch it, these monsters are just shadows.

It seemed to be an evil spell that Draco couldn't be sure about, and even more depressing was that he didn't dare to tell it about it, even to his parents.

For he was not sure if he knew some of Voldemort's secrets, if he was the only one who could see them, if he said them rashly...... There was a fear even worse than death, and Draco felt it very well now.

As Draco couldn't help but recall these things, a shout of excitement rang out from his left.

"Master!" cried the dark-skinned woman excitedly, "it is a great honour for you to be here, to our family's house, and there is nothing more pleasing to you." ”

She sat next to her sister, the two of them nothing like each other, her dark black hair and drooping eyelids made him look like he was bearing something, Narcissa sat indifferently and stiffly, and Belacritus's body leaned towards Voldemort, as if words alone were not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

"It doesn't get any more pleasing than that. Voldemort repeated, his head turning slightly toward her, "It makes so much sense, Belraclitus, for you." ”

Her face was full of joy and tears welled up in her eyes, "The master knows that I am telling the truth!"

"It doesn't get any more pleasing than that...... Is it more joyful for you than that happy event that happened at your house this week?"

She stared at him, her mouth open, obviously confused, "Master, I don't know what you're talking about......"

"I'm talking about your niece, Bela Creteus. and your nieces, Lucius and Narcissa. She had just married a werewolf, that Remus Lupin. You must be proud. ”

A burst of laughter erupted around the table, many people exchanged pleasant glances with each other, and several others pounded the table with their fists. Belacretes' face, which had just been full of joy, instantly turned red and ugly.

Marrying a werewolf is a disgrace to the family.