Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 6 The Blood Feast of the Primitive Family

The tan wand rose and fell gracefully, finally pointing at the bat hanging upside down by the fireplace.

"Piercing to the bone." Voldemort said silently in his heart.

The magic was activated, and the bat immediately screamed and fell, struggling on the purple and black floor.

The big Shulek twitched the corner of his eyes, and the little Shulek and Xue Ni looked even more frightened.

Only Daenerys looked at Voldemort adoringly.

"Mother's blood feast may be ready, maybe we go to the hall..."

"Do not."

Voldemort vetoed it with a deep voice, and at the same time, the "dead" alder wand was still shaking in his hand - he was using the period of [Darkest Hour] before he had completely retreated to enjoy black magic to his heart's content.

The room fell into silence again, only the painful struggle of the bat resounded and echoed.

"Schurek, we were friends before I was called the Dark Lord."

Voldemort spoke suddenly, causing several vampires to look at him.

"I don't have many friends, but I don't mind."

"In today's world, friends do the same things as enemies."

The remaining darkness in Voldemort's eyes shone with a frightening light.

Accompanied by his deep words, was the shrill chirping of bats.

"Your behavior today has deeply hurt me..."

"Dark Lord, please listen to my explanation..."

"stop."

Voldemort scolded in a low and severe voice, and stopped Big Schulek's explanation, "I'm just explaining a fact. I just want to tell you that you were my friend. As for the future, let's talk about it later."

After the words fell, before the [Darkest Hour] disappeared, Voldemort waved his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra~~"

Green light shot out, the bat stopped struggling, and Voldemort slowly closed his eyes, realizing the power of black magic.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at Xue Ni—this gaze surprised everyone.

"Everything is forgotten."

Hearing this incantation, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

……

In the main hall of the castle, the large hall is divided into two by a long table.

Several important figures from the original faction were present, and Voldemort, who took off his hood, was placed in a seat representing dignity.

"This is the appetizing blood that I specially prepared for you. It tastes extraordinarily sweet."

The Countess waved her hand, and the Blood Slave dragged the plate to Voldemort.

On the plate, there was light silver blood in an ancient copper wine cup.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Countess."

Voldemort's eyes were full of greed, he gently picked up the glass and drank it down.

The silvery-white liquid slid into the mouth like mercury, without the smell of blood, but full of fragrance.

There was a sound of swallowing saliva on the long table, because only Voldemort had this cup of blood, and no one else had it.

"Is unicorn blood so delicious?"

After closing his eyes for a long time and feeling that the energy of his soul was replenished, Voldemort opened his eyes and asked.

"No, only the blood of a three-year-old unicorn can be this sweet."

The countess showed regret on her face, "It's a pity that the blood of unicorns at this age is not suitable for collecting too much, otherwise, when she becomes an adult, the blood will taste abnormally rough."

Voldemort smiled and nodded, but he didn't care.

He is not a vampire, so he doesn't pay much attention to drinking blood.

"Next is blood cleansing, which comes from the mermaid Nier."

The countess waved again, and this time everyone had a glass.

But Voldemort frowned. The mermaids in his memory were not very pretty.

As if seeing through his thoughts, the countess immediately explained: "Neil comes from warm waters, and his appearance is not ugly. You know, I reject the blood of all ugly creatures."

"Appearance is justice. On this point, I am honored to agree with the countess."

As Voldemort said, he raised his wine glass, signaled to everyone, and drank it down in one gulp.

The warm blood is not as fragrant as the previous one, but it is quite mellow.

Voldemort felt it, and it did little to help the soul.

"The third is the thick blood, which comes from the Harpy Winged Beast. It tastes a bit harsh. If you don't like it, you can just taste the next cup." The countess said softly while the blood slaves were getting blood.

"Whatever you want, I can try."

Voldemort smiled, raised his glass, and drank it down.

It was very choking, and the smell of blood was very strong, which made him frown, and decided not to drink this kind of thick blood again.

"Next is the secondary blood. In view of your condition, I specially prepared the blood of an adult unicorn, which comes from 13-year-old Sinai."

With the countess' introduction, the blood slave brought silver blood again.

Very sweet, Voldemort's cup is much larger than everyone else's, because he really needs unicorn blood more.

"You are really considerate, thank you Madam and Earl for your hospitality."

The greedy Voldemort once again appeared in his eyes, and he drank it without hesitation, and then even uttered a long, pleasant moan—compared with the blood of juvenile unicorns, the blood of adult unicorns is more beneficial to his soul. help.

"The last main blood still belongs to the unicorn, and it is the old blood in our collection."

The countess got up, took a cup of dark silver blood herself, and walked towards him.

Voldemort rose to greet him politely, and awaited her introduction.

"The blood belongs to a unicorn king who has passed away. It is different from the blood of other ordinary unicorns. Even after leaving the body of the unicorn king, this blood still has a strong vitality. In addition, the secret method of the blood clan preserves it, making it as effective as before."

The countess said, raised her glass and handed it to Voldemort.

"I can't wait to taste it."

Voldemort took it with a smile, looking at the dark silver blood in the cup, the majestic vitality rushed towards his face, but he was not in a hurry to drink it.

"I'm curious, what is the curse of unicorn blood?" Voldemort asked softly, playing with the cup in his hand.

"Let the soul be incomplete, or let the soul be dark."

The pale count opened his mouth and explained to Voldemort, "The moment its blood touched your lips, you stood on the opposite side of the holy, that's all, jie jie jie..."

With his strange laugh, other vampires also laughed strangely.

They do have reason to laugh because none of them are holy, including Voldemort.

"So……"

Voldemort raised his glass slowly with a smile on his face, "Honor to God?"

"Holy God."

A group of vampires followed suit, but the wine glasses in their hands were not old blood, but the blood of ordinary unicorns.

"Gudu, Gudu..."

A large cup of old blood was swallowed by Voldemort, followed by a strong life force rising from the stomach, and warmth spread all over the body in an instant.

The blood of the unicorn king is really different.

"It's just... this curse is also very powerful."

Voldemort murmured, frowning slightly.

At this time, the curse of the unicorn was almost equal to overflowing vitality, filling the whole body.

People with a little knowledge can tell from the overflowing curse power that he drank the blood of a unicorn.

"In a few days, the power of the curse will weaken, don't worry," said the count.

"But in a few days, I'm going to see Dumbledore."

Voldemort's words made all the vampires drop their jaws in shock.

Vampires: The Dark Lord... This joke is not funny at all.

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