Draco held two wands.

The wind and snow covered the road in the distance, and it also covered his eyes.

He tugged his wand back into his waist and raised his father's wand, its breath lingering on his hand with affection, and with a slight wave, almost like his own, it was as much as possible to suit himself, but the material was different, and this wand did not fully exert Draco's magic.

The snowflakes shook gently, rolled up a layer, and fell silently, along with the snow.

Draco turned and walked in the opposite direction from his father, but he didn't go to Hogwarts, he wanted to go to Three Broomsticks for a drink.

Malfoy Manor.

The snow was thick and no one cleaned it.

The house-elf had already let Narcissa Malfoy sell it, and to maintain decent expenses, it would only be possible to cut the expenses of the house-elf.

Narcissa had never been so aggrieved.

In the past, when he was in the Black family, he was the pearl in the palm of his hand, and after coming to the Malfoy family, Lucius was also a qualified husband and would never treat himself badly in life. But fate, there will always be inadvertent jokes, bringing unexpected surprises or surprises to people.

She thought that after her husband entered Azkaban, his life would fall into a low point.

But.

There is no limit to the trough of life, when you think you have fallen to the bottom, you can actually fall again.

When the husband returned from Azkaban, more tragic and unfortunate days came.

A group of Death Eaters moved in, and they made Malfoy's mansion their abode, and Lucius became their vent bucket, the most ostracized and bullied of the Death Eaters, and even her, the maids of the Death Eaters.

Wash robes, cook, and even mop the floor and take care of the room by yourself.

Narcissa stood on the balcony, looking at the messy yard and sighed.

A mouthful of white mist did not dissipate, and there was a crackling for a while, and the black-robed man fell to the ground.

"Quick! Blockade! Bellatrix raised her wand and spewed out a jet-black blast of magic right above the very center of the courtyard, "Don't let the Potters track them down!" ”

A group of Death Eaters drew their wands and aimed them at the dome, casting the same spell as Bellatrix.

The black canopy spreads out.

Complex spells, prohibitions are spreading.

Narcissa looked at them in amazement, she had never seen such a group of Death Eaters so flustered, and in the midst of this group of panicked Death Eaters, she was protecting a handsome man with a pale face and a faint hint of greenery.

I had never met him myself.

Among the Death Eaters, apart from Snape and her husband, who can be considered beautiful men, no one else can see it.

If he really looks so handsome, he is better than Lucius, and he can't be impressed at all.

New Death Eaters?

It's a pity that he looks so good.

Oh.

Also a little injured.

This group of damned Death Eaters, such good-looking people, should let him be so badly injured, this group of Death Eaters is really too much.

She watched quietly, not saying a word.

The canopy completely enveloped Malfoy's mansion in a dark silence, and someone cast a spell to hang an oil lamp on a nearby branch, and the dim light came to illuminate the courtyard.

"Master, are you alright, master?" Bellatrix let loose her wand, turned around and trotted to meet it, frowning, and knelt beside the man.

Master!

Narcissa was startled.

The only person who could make his sister so humble and respectful was the Dark Lord.

Can.

The Dark Lord in my impression is not so good-looking, is this really the same person?

"Don't send me such a merciful thing." Voldemort waved his wand, the strong wind swept through, pushed the woman lying under him away, and easily knocked out the drill heart, "I don't need it, it's just a temporary failure, don't do this, okay?" ”

Bellatrix twisted on the ground, smack, and let out a loud wheezing sound, and whispered in reply, "Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been." ”

"Really?" Voldemort's eyes were cold, and he looked at her deeply, no matter how much she wailed, he didn't cut off his magic output, "Look at your eyes, you don't seem to be like this." ”

Bellatrix seemed to want to resist the Diamond Heart Curse and knelt down again, expressing his sincerest apologies to his master.

"This is the Malfoy family's mansion?" Voldemort looked up, his eyes remembrance, "Is Lucius back?" ”

"Not yet." A Death Eater beside him replied cautiously and fearfully.

"Not yet?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow and said in a dissatisfied tone, "What I told him to do before I was resurrected, he hasn't done it yet?" ”

He flicked his wrist.

The Mind Drill spell increases its magic power and becomes more ferocious.

In the same way, Bellatrix struggled on the ground in more pain, her features distorted, and she could not feel any breath of torture, remorse—this was for her own behavior, pleasure, her face was flushed, and her robe was suspected to be wet with something called sweat.

The more ferocious the torture, the more pleasant it became.

"Master, master." Bellatrix called.

Voldemort coughed twice, a bloodstained glow from his mouth, and he pulled his wand back and aimed it at himself.

Cast a spell to stop the flow of your blood.

The basilisk's venom eroded his newly resurrected body, which was a deadly poison, and even he could only temporarily alleviate the time of venom toxicity.

"I remember I had a servant who was good at potions." Voldemort held out his hand, and the Death Eaters held him up, "What about the others now?" ”

Bellatrix struggled to her feet, and she replied respectfully, humbly, with a trembling voice: "My dear master, your godson considers him untrustworthy and has never contacted him. ”

"Not credible?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "Why?" ”

"Your godson said it." Bellatrix buried his head and kissed the vamp, "He said that Severus had never been able to get in touch, so Severus was unreliable. ”

"But Lucius said that Severus duel with that Potter to avenge you, and that Potter had an arm cut off."

These words provoke the emotions in the heart of the earth demon.

It's the same as myself.

"Potter has a lot of chances to kill Severus." Voldemort was helped forward, maintaining that unwavering tone, "But why not?" ”

"Potter doesn't hesitate like Dumbledore."

Bellatrix replied: "Master, your godson said that Severus was using the feud with his father as an excuse to find a way to deal with Potter, and in the third year, the conflict was irreconcilable, and they had a duel, but Severus was not Harry's opponent, and was defeated and had his arm cut off. ”

(End of chapter)