Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In the gorgeous underground palace, countless gold bricks are placed in piles. It may be the tomb of a certain king or the remains of a wizard.

At the end of the ruins, dozens of luxurious crystals gleamed with intoxicating brilliance under the shining of lights, and the beautiful halo refracted and made people fascinated. The luminous pearls were dotted with stars and the moon, and the rays of light echoed each other.

However, these exquisite ornaments were like the bombs in them being detonated. Suddenly, a series of explosions broke apart. The fragments did not splash. It was like a building collapsed, and the fragments fell like mud and sand.

In front of these treasures stood a man in a black robe.

The facial features on his face are extremely strange, his eyes are scarlet to the extreme, his nose is almost invisible, only two gaps are left, the skull is extremely prominent, and the direction of his head bones can almost be clearly seen.

No one else, but the Dark Lord.

Voldemort vented his emotions violently..

It seems that some people can always guess his actions, one step ahead of him, or what he wants to pursue is not what he wants. Now he is in the underground palace, which is the remains of the twelfth ancient wizard he has explored. Up.

Muggle wealth and ordinary magic items did not attract him at all.

He wasted nearly half a year for this.

The only legendary Ivamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that is related to his ancestors went back empty-handed.

Shemu did not recognize him, and when he tried to pull out forcibly, he quickly withered.

In addition, there are many more, so I won’t repeat them.

At this time, facing everything in front of him, Voldemort waved his magic wand at random, and several flames rose in front of him. The fire light, which was a hundred times brighter than the beadwork, rose up and burned up the carefully crafted coffin.

The meticulously drawn star map with cloud patterns next to the coffin, flowing like life, was then cut off and burned.

Those in power can't think of the many measures they have made in order to rest, and they still can't let themselves sleep peacefully after death.

"All right."

He made a irritable decision. He let the pesky reptiles live for some time. He had planned to settle the accounts first and then slowly explore.

A person's power is limited.

After he has mastered the resources of the entire wizarding world, it may be easier to search for it.

After flashing this thought, his mood seemed to improve a lot.

He made a decision, it was just a thought, and the man disappeared in the tomb, as if he had passed by in the future.

A strong sense of oppression suddenly climbed into Malfoy's heart.

At this moment, he was lying on a chair with a desk in front of him. He unconsciously flipped through the Muggle dictionary, looked at the words on it, and read it mechanically, using this method to relieve the problems caused by some reasons. The discomfort caused.

When he saw the term "batudigua spider"

Because of this feeling of palpitations, he suddenly closed the dictionary with a "click".

The man finally returned.

Extremely abrupt, without warning.

Of course, the actions of the superiors do not need to be explained to the lower level, nor do they need a trace of preview.

In the large reception room, the Dark Lord was sitting on the elaborate throne, reflecting a faint cold light throughout.

Looking around the room, the flame in the marble fireplace has been extinguished for a long time, hanging on the side of the wall. The crystal lighting on the ceiling in the center of the hall is dim. The only useful thing is the silver candlestick hung with chains on several sides, and the candles on it are faint. Light.

The bright houses in the past became so dim for a while.

However, in terms of cleanliness, it was maintained well, and there was no negligence because of his long-term departure.

Every once in a while, there are house elves to keep cleaning.

The Malfoy family now leads a rather "luxury" life.

There is Kreacher in the old house, and Dobby here.Crouch's sparkle completely lost self-consciousness and was brought back here.

Although her cleverness disappeared due to too much self-blame and some mental shocks, it was fine to do some simple mechanical work.

Suddenly, Voldemort frowned, and the noise outside the courtyard made him a little irritable.

Those roars and roars are really annoying.

The door of the door was suddenly pushed open by invisible force, revealing a gap, and at the same time, some natural light was thrown in. A faint green light penetrated through the gap of the open door between the two werewolves who were biting each other.

"I'm not here, you seem to have forgotten the rules." Voldemort said in a cold tone.

For werewolves, death may be commonplace.

In other words, in their bloodthirsty brains, they had no definition or understanding of the profound philosophical proposition of death, but they still triggered his fear.

For a time, according to the distance from Voldemort, all the Death Eaters with the Dark Demon mark on their arms felt different degrees of burns.

Many Death Eaters rushed here.

The long table in front of the Dark Lord was filled with various wizards in a blink of an eye.

He looked around.

"If I don't come back, you may all die almost, ridiculously killing each other."

"Draco, I've seen your information, it's pretty good." He glanced sideways and said approvingly.

"Where is Severus? Hmm...should be on the way here."

A thin piece of paper floated upright in front of his eyes, Voldemort squinted his eyes slightly, and every time a sheet was skipped, the paper would automatically burn out in a blue flame.

Malfoy lowered his head and accepted the Dark Lord's review, but the left light slid under the throne.

Nagini is not there.

"Does your face look good?" Voldemort was keenly aware.

However, it is just as capitalists "care" about the physical condition of the worker, just wanting to know whether they can continue to create value for him.

The same goes for Voldemort.

"No serious illness, Master" Malfoy leaned slightly, accepting the "care" of the Dark Lord calmly.

Afterwards, Voldemort gently tapped on the table top with his slender and pale fingers, and all the table tops in front of the werewolves leaked blood.

"Stop thirsting for the blood of your own kind."

"There will be endless opportunities in the future."

"The only advantage of Muggle is that there are many people. Inferior creatures always hope to rely on numbers to find some inexplicable comfort."

A series of words is not suggestive, but explicit.

The Dark Lord will soon start a war, spreading from the wizarding world to Muggle society.

Voldemort looked at the group of humbly knees, not daring to look directly at his subordinates.

"I don't want to see my subordinates ridiculously killing each other."

"Vampire, a fugitive wizard from South America...I hope you can change something." Voldemort rubbed his wand in his hand.

Under the steps, the wizard whose whole person was hidden in the cloak, and the man who wore an exquisite uniform and whose face was paler than the Dark Lord, shuddered unconsciously.

"I also hope that as a slave, I have the consciousness of a slave."

"In addition, as a guest of this manor, you must also be aware of it." I hope you understand.

"At least, don't mess up the layout of other people's homes, right, Draco."

Malfoy could only nod his head slightly, neither seemed extremely minded, nor could he appear indifferent.

The Dark Lord's move was obviously based on the topic, just to stand up.

"In the future, I will bring you fresh and delicious food." Voldemort knocked on the table, bloody meat and blood in the wine glass flashed onto the table.

Crazy screaming cheers came from the long table.

The werewolf raised his sharp claws, leaving several blood stains on his chest.

Their self-healing ability is very strong, the scars on their chest scabs quickly, and then they fall, and they remain roaring, venting their desires.