Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Being a Death Eater is too much pressure on the worm's tail, especially when he thinks of facing Sirius again, he can't help but tremble... but he has no other choice. Voldemort has not killed him directly. Thank you very much. The little dwarf Peter ran out of the room in a panic.

The room was regained quiet, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes swept across the faces of those flustered followers.

"Like what I said just now!" he said. "I understand now. I want to see the two boys. I need to get the scepter's whereabouts from Mason. Besides, I want to Kill Potter yourself, but before killing him, I need to do something, such as borrowing a wand from someone of you."

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

Some people are still sneaking at Voldemort's left arm. From the beginning, it has been shaking with unnatural amplitude.

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

“No one volunteers?” Voldemort said slowly. “Let me see Lucius, I don’t think you need a wand anymore!”

Lucius Malfoy looked up, his skin glazed in the fire, and the shadows around the deep eyes.

He opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice.

"the host?"

"Your wand, Lucius, I want your wand."

"I"

Malfoy glanced at the wife beside her. She stared in front of her eyes. Her face was as pale as her husband. Her long blond hair was hanging on her back, and nothing happened. However, under the table, her slender fingers were light. I touched his wrist.

Because of his wife's touch, Lucius reached into his robes, took out his wand and handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort lifted his wand in front of the scarlet eyes and observed it in detail.

"What did you do?"

"Coffin, master." Lucius said softly.

"What about the core?"

"Dragon Dragon Heart."

"Very 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, he seemed to be expecting Voldemort to hand over his wand to him.

He did not escape the eyes of Voldemort, and he widened his eyes with hostility.

"Give me my wand, Lucius? My wand?"

There was a snicker in the crowd, and the Death Eaters looked at Malfoy with gloating.

"I have given you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough? But I found that you and your family are not very happy. It is because of my appearance that you lost your position. Are you not happy?" , Lucius?"

"No, no, master!"

"Don't lie, Lucius" Voldemort's voice is getting colder and colder, the temperature inside the house seems to have dropped a lot, the Death Eaters no longer snicker, they are all quiet, there are a few timid I couldn't help but tremble. "Why is the Malfoy family so unhappy? My return, I am back in power, isn't that what you have been claiming for so many years?"

"Of course, master!" Lucius Malfoy said, his hand trembled and wiped the sweat from his upper lip. "We used to want it, and it is still the same."

To the left of Malfoy, his wife nodded strangely and stiffly.

On his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging on his head before that, immediately glanced at Voldemort and immediately turned his gaze away. He was afraid to look at Voldemort and then was taken from that day. After Snape brought it back, he fell into a nightmare that could never wake up.

Dumbledore said yes, he is not a person who can kill, but Dumbledore died in front of him.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened from my dreams, and Draco’s eyes appeared in the eyes of Dumbledore.

But the more horrible thing comes from this house, from his own home. Since Voldemort came here, many things have changed.

As the current headquarters of the Death Eaters, Malfoy Manor changed not only the atmosphere, but Draco also saw more and more shadows. He didn't know how to describe what he saw. He thought he was wrong. But more and more times, I saw that Draco realized that these things were real. The shadows of the monsters did not seem to exist in this world. They suddenly appeared in the room, scaring people to death. After two seconds, it disappeared again.

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

This seems to be an evil magic. Draco can't be sure. What's more, he doesn't dare to say it, even to his parents.

Because he is not sure, does he know a certain secret of Voldemort, is it only he can see it, if he rushes out to say that there is a fear even more terrible than death, Draco is really feeling now Arrived.

While Draco couldn't help but recall these things, his left side screamed with excitement.

"Master!" The dark-skinned woman shouted excitedly. "You can come here and come to our family's house. It is a great honour for us. There is nothing more pleasing than this."

She was sitting next to her sister, neither of them, her dark black hair and her eyelids made him look like he was; Nasissa was sitting in a cold, stiff, and Bella Cretes The body tends to Voldemort, as if the language is not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

"There is nothing more pleasing than this." Voldemort repeated, his head slightly turned to her. "This makes sense, Bella Cretes, for you."

Her face was filled with joy and tears, "The master knows what I am telling the truth!"

“There is nothing more pleasing than this... Is it more fun than the happy event that happened in your home this week?”

She stared at him, her mouth opened, and she was obviously confused. "Master, I don't know what you are talking about..."

"I am talking about your niece, Bella Cretes. Also your niece, Lucius and Narcissa. She just married a werewolf, that is, Remus Lupin. You must be very proud. ""

There was a burst of laughter around the table, and many people exchanged happy eyes with each other, and several people beat the table with their fists. Bella Cretes, who was just full of joy, instantly became blushing and ugly.

Marrying a werewolf is a shame to the family.