HP: Slytherin disguise

But...the person who threatens Decorah is Voldemort.

There's the Dark Mark on...

It seems that everything is out of control...

"Don't threaten me with my parents!"

"You are courting death!"

Decorah simply couldn't control his anger.

He lost his mind in an instant.

He pulled out the wand directly and wanted to attack Voldemort.

But how could Voldemort let him do it?

Using his strength, he directly grasped Decorah's neck, and snatched Decorah's wand away with his other hand.

Then dropped it on the ground.

He said in a cold tone: "Don't challenge your master's patience."

"Remember, I am your master!"

"In addition to your tone, you also need to pay attention to your attitude!"

Decorah's eyes were slightly red.

Can't listen to it at all.

He wanted to pull Voldemort's hand away, but found that he couldn't do it at all, and at the same time, he angered Voldemort.

"Quiet!"

Voldemort's tone was cold and harsh, and he directly covered Decorah's mouth with his other hand.

"I'm not kidding you."

"I don't have the patience to talk nonsense to you!"

"If you can't control things, you have to control the weak points, you know?"

"Your parents are your biggest weakness!"

"Being excellent...you also have a handle!"

"Only those who are completely focused on nothing can make it to the end!"

"You can get everything!"

"you…"

Decorah's eyes glowed with bloodlust.

He opened his mouth and bit down Voldemort's hand covering his mouth.

Very strong.

It seemed as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from Voldemort's hand.

As it turns out, that's what he had in mind.

Did it too.

Voldemort roared in anger.

It was particularly clear and harsh in the silent Riddle House.

Wormtail downstairs was frightened.

Nagini, who was drinking animal blood, jumped up suddenly and slid upstairs quickly.

Wormtail winced.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and followed.

upstairs.

Decorah was pushed to the ground by Voldemort, and her head hit the floor hard.

The blood in his mouth was particularly dazzling on his fair skin.

The neat teeth were stained with blood, and the two sharp tiger teeth were particularly conspicuous, exuding a chill.

"Don't threaten me with my parents!"

"Do you think I would do it because of your threat..."

"put…"

The voice paused, and Voldemort grabbed Decorah's hair and pulled it back forcefully.

The heart of Voldemort's right hand was bloody and bloody.

Bleeding.

A piece of flesh had been bitten off, and the tendons inside were broken.

"Master...please ask..."

Wormtail followed Nagini upstairs. Before he could finish speaking, he was so frightened that he could not speak.

'Plop' sound.

He fell directly to his knees and began to tremble.

But Voldemort had no intention of paying attention to him.

Instead, his face was full of viciousness, and he pulled Decorah's hair, wanting to kill him directly.

"Pass me the wand!"

He glanced at his bloody palm and suddenly turned his head.

He looked at the trembling Wormtail.

"Okay...Master..."

Wormtail crawled over on his knees and gave Voldemort his wand with both hands.

"roll!"

Voldemort's eyes were cold, and the surrounding temperature dropped by more than ten degrees.

Nodding, Wormtail hurriedly rolled downstairs.

He shivered in a corner.

Nagini slowly leaned over and slid down the stairs, going back to drinking the animal's fresh blood.

"Why don't you kill me?"

"Kill me!"

The anger in Decorah's heart had buried his reason.

He laughed and allowed Voldemort to press his hand on his neck.

Voldemort raised his wand with a cold look on his face.

The green magic spell shot out.

A heartbreaking pain swept through Decorah's body.

He tilted his head, frowning slightly, and made no sound even though his painful forehead was sweating and his face was pale.

Voldemort looked at him indifferently, pressing down the wand in his hand.

With the influx of powerful forces.

The pain was intensified again.

Decorah's painful tears overflowed his eyes unconsciously, leaving tear stains.

He began to struggle vigorously.

Wanting to break free from Voldemort's hand.

"Kill...kill...me...ah..."

"Why don't you... kill... me..."

"You... dirty... Mudblood who can't even be called a half-blood..."

"Cluck cluck..."

Decorah laughed like crazy.

It seemed that he was driven into a hurry, and he was not afraid of provoking Voldemort at all, let alone death.

After a pause, Voldemort's eyes turned vicious.

He gripped Decorah's neck angrily and dug his fingertips into it.

The wand was held tightly in his hand.

The color of my hands changed due to the exertion.

The lack of oxygen and the pain all over his body caused Decola to suffer both mental and physical torture.

Even when he was on the verge of death, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the object in front of Decorah gradually darkened.

"you are wrong…"

"I won't kill you."

"But I will let you know what the serious consequences are."

"Do you need me to summon your father?"

"Like using the Dark Mark?"

at this time.

Voldemort suddenly let go of his hand and stopped torturing Decorah with the Cruciatus Curse.

But his words were worse than the Cruciatus Curse.

Decorah's heart ached even more.

He stared at Voldemort with anger in his eyes.

I can't wait to pounce on him and strangle him to death.

Voldemort had a sullen face and sneered: "I don't think anyone can survive the call of the Dark Mark for two hours."

"do you think so?"

"Let me think about it, if Lucius sees his son being tortured like this, will he allow me to... go..."

"no, you can not…"

Decorah wanted to get up excitedly, but was held down by Voldemort in an instant.

"It turns out, I can!"

"With the safety of my son in mind."

"Even if I ask him to kill Dumbledore, he will definitely go, even if he knows he will die!"

"This is the weakness!"

"I'm just threatening you!"

"It doesn't matter whether you are Dumbledore's person or not, but you need to know this!"

"If you don't obey me, your parents..."

Voldemort laughed and slowly leaned closer to Decorah.

He just touched Decorah's tear-stained face with his hand.

Looking into those gray-blue eyes full of anger and despair.

"I'm going to die..."

"Why do you have to make me angry and make me angry at you?"

"A dirty... Mudblood that's not even half-blood?"

"court death?"

"How dare you say these words to your master..."

"How dare you use 'you' to address me..."

"You really disappoint me and irritate me."

"If I get angry, people will die."

"As for who dies..."

Voldemort laughed, his smile was cold and vicious.

Under Decorah's panicked eyes, he slowly put his hand on his left arm.

Touched the dark mark.

Then he exerted force, as if preparing to summon something.

And who is he calling.

Decorah was particularly aware that strong helplessness and despair arose in his heart.