HP in the name of Slytherin

This is a medium-sized independent castle, not as exaggerated in area as Malfoy Manor. It is characterized by its construction in the late 13th century.

At the end of the peak of the history of castle construction, all the experience and wisdom of the previous generations have been gathered together. It is solemn, luxurious and elegant. It is Voldemort's satisfactory collection and his recent residence.

The man with his head lowered stood silently in front of the table. Sitting on the chair opposite him was his most respected and feared master. He did not dare to raise his head, only looking at the shadow on the ground, waiting for Voldemort to speak.

"You said," Voldemort said in a strange drawl, "that the Malfoys took the initiative to contact that 'Slytherin'?"

His voice was hoarse and strangely charming, like a mysterious thing shaking in the night, attractive and dangerous.

The young Death Eater stood with his head bowed and said respectfully: "Yes, respected master, I am willing to open my memory to you. You will see the behavior of the young master of the Malfoy family from last night to today. He is deliberately Reach out to Salazar’s daughter.”

Voldemort's bony hands gently tapped the armrest of the chair, once and for all, as if he was interrogating the heart of the young Death Eater who was visiting him late at night.

"Malfoy is my most important partner, Karkaroff." The Dark Lord said in a gorgeous voice.

"Yes, my greatest master!" Karkaroff leaned forward slightly, "The Malfoy family will certainly not dare to betray you, but his young master may be young and energetic...or lack the means. Salazar's daughter has become a As a prefect, this is his dereliction of duty."

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There was another long silence, so silent that sweat gradually soaked Karkaroff's back.

After a while, Voldemort said: "Raise your head, Karkaroff."

The young Death Eater immediately raised his head, and in the chair opposite him sat the slender legendary wizard.

Voldemort!

The 45-year-old most powerful dark wizard in the world, the noble descendant of Slytherin and the true successor!

The unfathomable magic caused his extremely handsome face to melt like a wax statue, twisting into a strange and ferocious ball. Only a pair of devil-like blood-red eyes were as deep as the abyss!

Nothing can be hidden in front of him, only to offer all your loyalty, pray for his mercy, and grant believers to move to a higher level of magic!

Karkaroff's body was shaking with excitement, and the pain of his memories and brain being disturbed was not worth mentioning. When Voldemort's magic was withdrawn, he even felt reluctant to leave.

What a pity, the master gently closed those mysterious red eyes.

Karkaroff felt extremely regretful, bowed his head humbly and obediently, and couldn't help calling: "My most respected master——"

It only takes a moment for Voldemort to read all the memories. Of course, Karkaroff has no chance to go to Hogwarts to see everything with his own eyes. He has informants inside, which is good. He has another channel of information.

The young servant couldn't wait to offer his loyalty. For this reason, he could ignore his own danger and challenge Malfoy, who had a profound background. How touching and joyful.

"Karkaroff, my young friend..." Voldemort murmured gently and slowly stretched out his hand.

Karkaroff's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly crawled to Voldemort's side, humbly kissed the back of his hand, touched it lightly, then hurriedly knelt down and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe that was hanging low on the ground.

There is no doubt that this is what he deserves, he thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

Voldemort lowered his eyes and looked at this young Death Eater, an outstanding wizard who graduated from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a pure-blood successor with profound heritage. He was now kneeling on the ground like a humble reptile. This knowledge made Voldemort happy. Curved lips.

Karkaroff's originally cold face was full of happiness. From the moment he entered the door... no, from the moment he was allowed to see Voldemort, from the moment he got useful information for his master, he has been feeling extremely happy.

He was so close to his idol, the Supreme King, and everything he had tonight was worth it!

"Thank you for your mercy!" He was so excited that he burst into tears.

"I understand what you said, go down." Voldemort waved his hand casually.

Karkaroff knelt down and worshiped for a few seconds, then quietly got up, bowed like a shrimp and quickly retreated.

Voldemort looked at the closed door, raised his hand and grabbed it casually in the void, then brought it back in front of him, and a black mist appeared in his palm.

This new magic he researched some time ago looks really good. Even at Karkaroff's level, he will still be easily and firmly controlled by it.

I just don't know if a more powerful and cunning wizard would be effective...such as his old buddy Abraxas who is not very honest.

Voldemort stared at the black mist in the palm of his hand. He named it "Magic Field". His own magic reflected his spirit in reverse, and was released to form a certain aura that could easily intimidate and seduce unsuspecting wizards.

The accepted logic of modern magic: emotions trigger magic, and the magic is cast through spells and gestures.

The absence of gestures is wandless magic, and the absence of spells is silent magic. Both of these are manifestations of stronger spellcasting ability and stronger magic power.

Voldemort has conquered many magics over the years, some have become wandless, and some can be silent. His understanding and use of magic has reached an extremely high level, so he began to challenge the most difficult emotions.

The birth of the "magic field" means that he has mastered this level. Look at the effect of casting it. It is so wonderful that the experimental Death Eaters' loyalty to him has become a lifelong belief.

It is conceivable that if it is cast for a long time in the crowd, or if a more powerful magic output is used to instantly release and attack someone, what will happen to the person who is cursed?

Voldemort felt the excitement that he had not seen for a long time, like a child who got a new toy. Of course, such an interesting new magic must be shown to his good friends and seniors. I think they will all have a lot of fun.

And that Miss Slytherin who suddenly appeared...

Coming from Salazar Slytherin's daughter thousands of years ago, this magnificent magic field was given to her, and it was worthy of her noble bloodline.

The black mist swirling around Voldemort's fingertips had a strange purple-red sheen.

If Catherine were here, she would find that Voldemort was using a "magic field" that was more proficient and powerful than hers!

The most dangerous dark wizard of all time, the true Dark Lord, is becoming more dangerous than anyone imagined!