Wormtail lowered his head and dragged Lucius Malfoy away with a groan. Lucius's heavy body left a long drag mark on the lawn, as well as some pale yellow liquid that exuded a bad smell.
Voldemort looked at Lucius being dragged away, feeling bored. The joy suddenly disappeared, and the pain in his arm swept over him again, drowning him.
He shook off his robe and left in a hurry. He needed some time to think about his next strategy and take a good look at the state of his Horcrux.
After seeing that her husband was in a state of embarrassment but out of danger, Narcissa suddenly collapsed on the ground, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes, and large tears slid down her cheeks and fell on the ground.
Barty Crouch Jr. and Snape fell into silence at the same time, watching Narcissa cry quietly.
She cried for a while and then gradually regained her composure.
When she raised her head and looked at the messy garden of her home, she felt that her world was in darkness. She was in danger, her husband was brutally murdered, her son was forced to perform difficult tasks, and even her own home was invaded by a group of lunatics...
…
Damn it! How could her originally beautiful life have turned into this? Narcissa's expression turned a bit resentful. She didn't understand why her family had to be treated like this. They were obviously a pure-blooded family.
The mysterious man is also extremely loyal...
At this time, Snape walked up to her and handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. Only then did she remember that there were two of the mysterious man's most loyal subordinates here. She quickly calmed down her resentment and said with
Snape wiped his tears with his handkerchief.
The handkerchief was soft and smelled of lilies.
After wiping away her tears and adjusting her mood, Narcissa cast a grateful look at the two men who had extended a helping hand. She stood up and saluted Snape and Barty Jr. in a grand manner.
"Thank you both very much for lending a helping hand."
"Where." Little Barty waved his hand and said to Narcissa: "I believe Lucius is still loyal to his master. He just made a mistake and just redeemed himself. If he were to be executed directly, the punishment would be too severe.
Already."
Crouch Jr.'s words seemed to have the opposite effect, and Narcissa trembled even more.
Atoning for their sins? What else do they need? They even gave up their house! After Voldemort regarded this place as his lair, gold galleons were scattered like running water. Narcissa felt that if this confrontation continued, sooner or later the Malfoy family would change.
Become the kind of person that Weiss came to be.
Snape stood aside, his face still gloomy, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
He knew that Dumbledore prepared a large number of Polyjuice Potions, which was very interesting. Dumbledore couldn't have asked himself to make so many Polyjuice Potions to practice his potion proficiency, right? Wizarding World
There is no such rule that automatically crafting a potion can be unlocked by hand-preparing it perfectly ten times.
So it can only be that some people need to take Polyjuice Potion for a long time.
Combined with Voldemort's return, Snape could conclude that Dumbledore had a mole within the Death Eaters.
He has been speculating on the identity of the mole these days, and now he has gradually formed a guess in his mind...
Voldemort, who had given up torturing Lucius, was currently pacing in the reception room of Malfoy Manor.
"Diary, crown, gold cup, ring, locket..." Voldemort was counting his Horcruxes with his fingers. Due to too many divisions and too long a time, Voldemort could not sense the status of these Horcruxes at all, even if they were broken. Even if Voldemort is destroyed, he doesn't know.
The only thing that can still have some sense is probably the Horcrux made in Azkaban.
But suddenly, Voldemort felt a stabbing pain in his brain. Now he understood that the Horcrux he had left in Azkaban had also been destroyed.
A wave of resentment surged into Voldemort's heart. No matter how much he disliked it, it was still his Horcrux! Do you really think that the soul can be split infinitely? There is also an upper limit to the number of Horcruxes Voldemort could make - the number he originally set for himself was Seven, once the plan is set, it cannot be changed temporarily.
Just when Voldemort was feeling depressed, his eyes suddenly blurred. He seemed to be in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and a red-haired boy was talking to him.
Just when Voldemort wanted to take a closer look at the scene in front of him, the scene in his eyes changed back to Malfoy Manor.
"It's interesting." Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He noticed something interesting through the abnormality just now.
…
"Harry, are you okay?" Ron looked at his friend with concern. His condition seemed a bit wrong today. The scar on his forehead kept hurting for unknown reasons today.
This scared Ron.
"I can still bear it..." Harry breathed heavily, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The scar on his forehead was particularly active this year, and it had been painful since the summer vacation, causing him to see many unpleasant scenes. He told the people he trusted about his findings, but received little feedback. Dumbledore and Tom seem to know a lot, but they prefer to be the Riddler. As for Ron, he can provide everything but help.
This time, out of some awkward thoughts, Harry did not share what he saw with his good friend Ron. He felt that at certain moments, he could feel Voldemort's heart and experience it personally. The rage. To use a phrase that Harry hated very much, it was as if he had turned into Voldemort.
[Perhaps I should send a letter to Sirius?]
He killed this idea as soon as it came up. Sirius personally told him not to consider contacting him this year.
【I can't do anything.】
Harry felt depressed. A surge of anger surged into his heart, dissatisfaction with Ron, Tom, Sirius and even Dumbledore...
"Why don't we go find Dumbledore after dinner?" Ron said cautiously from the side, "He seems to be in a good mood today."
Ron quietly pointed at Dumbledore in the middle of the staff table. Harry looked over and saw that Dumbledore was enjoying lunch.
Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood today. There was a large spoonful of mashed potatoes on his plate, with thick broth on top, and a rib-eye steak that looked to weigh a full pound. In addition, In addition, he poured himself a large glass of French red wine.
Dumbledore not only took a lot, but also ate deliciously. He was cutting the steak quickly with a knife and fork, and then put the tender red beef into his mouth. Just looking at his expression can make people's appetites improve.