Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Being a Death Eater is too much pressure on the tail of a worm, especially if he wants to face Sirius again, he can't help but tremble... but he has no other choice, Voldemort has thankfully not killed him directly, Dwarf Peter rushed out of the room.

Quiet was restored in the room, and Voldemort's red eyes swept across the faces of those panicked followers in turn.

“Just like I said!” He said, "I understand now that I need to see those two boys, and I need to get that scepter from Mason, and I need to kill Porter myself, but before I kill him, I need to do something, like borrow a scepter from one of you. ”

All the faces around Voldemort were instantly filled with shock, as if he was borrowing one of their arms.

Some are still sneaking up on Voldemort's left arm, which has been swaying unnaturally since just now.

It doesn't look like the human arm should be.

“Nobody volunteers?” Voldemort said slowly, "Let me see... Lucius, I don't think you need the wand anymore! ”

Lucius Malfoy raised his head, his skin waxed yellow in the fire, and his deep trapped eyes covered with shadows.

He opened his mouth and made a hissing sound.

“Master? ”

“Your wand, Lucius, I want your wand. ”

“I...”

Malfoy glanced at the wife beside her, her eyes staring forward, her face as pale as her husband's, her long blonde hair drooling over her back, without any reaction, yet under the table her slender fingers gently touched his wrist.

Because of his wife's touch, Lucius reached into the robe, pulled out the wand and gave it to Voldemort.

Voldemort lifted the wand in front of the scarlet eyes and watched carefully.

“What is it made of? ”

“Elm, master.” Lucius softly said.

“Where's the wand core? ”

“Dragon... Dragon Heart Tendon. ”

“Good!” Voldemort said, putting the wand on the table and pulling out his wand with his pale right hand compared to the length.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily for a moment and seemed to expect Voldemort to give him his wand.

He did not escape Voldemort's eyes and opened his eyes hostilely.

“Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand? ”

There was a burglary in the crowd, and the dead watched Malfoy with joy and misfortune.

“I've given you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough? But I find that you and your family seem unhappy because of my presence and you lost your job. Are you unhappy, Lucius? ”

“No, no, master! ”

“Don't lie, Lucius...” Voldemort's voice is getting colder and colder, so the temperature in the house seems to have dropped a lot, the Death Eaters stop laughing, they all calm down, a few cowards can't help but tremble, "Why is the Malfoys so unhappy? Isn't my return, my return to power, exactly what you've been claiming for so many years? ”

“Of course, my lord!” Lucius Malfoy said his hands trembled and wiped the sweat beads off his upper lips, "we used to yearn for and still do. ”

On Malfoy's left, his wife nodded strangely and rigidly.

On his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging from his head until then, he glanced at Voldemort and immediately removed his gaze. He was afraid to look at Voldemort, and after being brought back by Snape that day, he fell into a nightmare that he would never wake up.

Dumbledore was right, he wasn't a killer, but Dumbledore died in front of him.

Waking up from the dream countless times in the late evening, Draco's eyes were filled with images of Dumbledore falling.

But the more horrible things came from this house, from his own home, and a lot has changed since Voldemort got here.

As the current headquarters of the Death Eaters, Malfoy Manor changed not only the atmosphere, Draco saw more and more shadows... He didn't know how to describe what he saw, he thought he was wrong, but he saw more and more times, making Draco realize that these things were real, the shadows of those monsters, as if they didn't exist in the world, suddenly appeared in the room, scared people half to death, and disappeared after a few seconds.

If you reach for it, you can't touch it. These monsters are just shadows.

It seemed to be an evil magic, and Draco could not be certain, and more repressed, that he was afraid to tell the story, even to his parents.

Because he couldn't be sure if he knew a secret about Voldemort, or if he was the only one who could see it, and if he suddenly told... there was a fear even worse than death, Draco now felt it.

Draco couldn't resist remembering these things, while his left side rang a shout of excitement.

“Master!” The dark-skinned woman exclaimed with excitement, "It is a great honor for us to have you here, in our family's house, and there is nothing happier than this. ”

She sat beside her sister, unlike the two of them at all, what her dark black hair and plucked eyelids made him seem to bear; Nascissa sat calmly and rigidly, while Bella Crites' body tended to Voldemort, as if words alone were not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

“There's nothing happier than that.” Voldemort repeated, his head turned slightly towards her, "that makes too much sense, Bella Crites, for you. ”

Her face was brimming with joy and tears, "The master knew I was telling the truth! ”

“There's nothing happier than this… is it even happier than that happening at your house this week? ”

She stared at him and opened her mouth, obviously confused, “Master, I don't know what you're talking about...”

“I'm talking about your niece, Bella Crites. And your nieces, Lucius and Nacisa. She just married a werewolf, that Rhymes Lupin. You must be very proud. ”

A laugh erupted around the table, many people exchanged pleasant eyes, and several others punched the table with their fists. Bella Critas had just turned blushing and ugly with a delightful face.

Marrying a werewolf is a disgrace to the family.