HP: Embrace the Darkness

"It seems like my friend scared you?"

Taking enough pleasure in the Death Eaters' fear, Voldemort finally spoke and gently interrupted Herbo's actions.

Halbo was dissatisfied and spat out the letter and taught Voldemort a lesson in the language of snakes.

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, as if what Helbo said was a compliment, he raised his chin gracefully, "It's normal for them to be afraid of your aura. Not everyone is like me and can be your friend."

Haierbo turned his head disdainfully and settled back to his position. As for the friends Voldemort said - not everyone was qualified to be his friend.

Without hearing any rebuttal, Voldemort acquiesced to Herbo's approval, holding the wand in both hands on the table, looking around at everyone, "I heard that you have obtained some information? Lucius, you speak first."

Suddenly being called by name, Lucius was 100% vigilant and said respectfully: "Yes, Master, he was once a wandering wizard who accidentally obtained a method to command Dementors. He has been waiting for the opportunity since then, until Now, he's found the perfect opportunity to snatch a dementor from the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked into Lucius's eyes in the dim light.

"What about others?"

Lucius unconsciously clenched his wand, "He is now hiding in Knockturn Alley. We only found the notes he used to master the Dementors."

"Oh? Take it over and take a look."

Lucius held his breath and walked to Voldemort with his notebook. However, there was Herbo on his left and Nagini on his right. The pressure of the two snakes made the hand he handed over tremble slightly.

Voldemort took everything in his eyes, but did not stop him. After taking the notebook, he looked at Bella, "What about you? Bella Crites."

Bella couldn't wait to look at Voldemort, "Master, I found the child you mentioned."

Haierbo suddenly crawled towards Bella.

Voldemort also narrowed his eyes, his eyes filled with coldness, "Tell me about it."

"That girl once appeared on the road to Hogwarts, led by a woman."

Haierbo's swimming body stopped, his neck puffed up, and he became alert.

woman? It's Rowena.

Voldemort noted Herbo's strange behavior and asked Bella, "What kind of woman, tell me clearly."

Bella faced the sight of Halbo and Voldemort and gritted her teeth: "She was wearing a black robe, and I couldn't see her face clearly."

Useless trash.

Haierbo retreated in disgust and returned to his previous state of doing nothing.

Voldemort fell silent, and the surrounding atmosphere became solemn with his silence.

The green flames swayed and shone on the side of Voldemort's face. His pale, paper-like face emitted a faint light, and his thin line-like pupils darted between Bella and Haierbo, as if he was thinking about how to punish Bella. , to satisfy his friends.

At least that's what Bella and the others thought.

Haierbo glanced at Snape quietly and flicked his tail.

Voldemort smiled softly.

"Belacritus, thank him for his forgiveness, otherwise you will be punished."

Bella always listened to Voldemort's words, and this time was no exception. She maintained a rare normalcy and nodded to Haierbo, "Thank you for your tolerance."

Haierbo didn't look at her or react in any other way.

After receiving the not-so-good news, Voldemort was obviously a little impatient. He tapped on the table and glanced at the Death Eaters below.

"Maybe you have some good news for me?"

The Death Eater who almost died in the morning was shaking, unsure whether the news he brought was good or bad, and whether Voldemort would be happy about it.

"It seems not?"

Voldemort's tone was uncertain, and the people below him became even more nervous, especially the Death Eater who was not sure whether to speak or not.

"In that case, let me come and find out——"

Voldemort said slowly, standing up and walking around the long table.

He paused for a moment each time he walked behind a Death Eater, admiring the fear on their faces.

Nagini stuck her head out, climbed onto the table, and wandered away with her owner.

Finally, Voldemort stopped moving forward.

He was standing behind the Death Eater who had bumped into him when he was debriefing him in the morning.

The Death Eater, who was almost shaking into a sieve, felt Voldemort's cold and piercing gaze behind him, raised his pale face, and rolled his eyes blankly.

He saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, or to be precise, behind him.

"Master! I have it."

Realizing that he would die if he didn't speak, he shouted out as if he were dead.

"What is it?" Voldemort stretched out his hand, put it on his shoulder, and leaned over to ask.

"That unfortunate guy looks like he's about to scare himself away." Lucius took advantage of Voldemort being far away from him to quietly complain to Narcissa.

Narcissa pinched Lucius's wrist and reminded him to keep his mouth shut. If Voldemort heard it, they would be the only ones unlucky.

Lucius knew it too. So Jing Jing shut up and continued to watch the unlucky guy tremble.

The unlucky guy shook for a long time and shook out a sentence from his mouth, "There is still a house that was not burned down by Dumbledore last night, and it is in Godric's Hollow."

"Godric's Hollow? Is it where I thought it was?" There was a chaotic discussion at the long table, and Voldemort's expression was quietly observed.

No one knew this place better than they did - it was there that their master had tasted defeat.

Snape turned his face sideways and looked at the ignorant Death Eater, but his eyes showed a hollow light.

The two pieces of information, the burned house and last night, together were enough for him to guess who had done it.

How come he didn't know when it was done?

"You think this is good news?"

Voldemort raised his pale hand, and the rustling sounds of discussion disappeared instantly.

Silence returned to the conference hall, and everyone could hear the unfortunate man's rapid breathing.

He's finished.

All the Death Eaters mentally sentenced him to death.

Really not knowing how to answer this question, the unfortunate guy got off the stool and knelt down with a plop, "Master, have mercy on me, Master, have mercy on me."

He lay on the ground, not daring to look at Voldemort's expression, and kept kissing Voldemort's robe, trying to find some hope for himself.

No one laughed at him, even as murderous as they were, they were afraid of death and their master.

Sometimes their master is even more terrifying than death, and they are not sure whether they will perform better than him in this position.

The unlucky guy was still in a panic and sought medical treatment, and he grabbed the magic wand in his sleeve.

"Please - no, Master, please spare my life."

Voldemort waved to Nagini, "Have your meal, Nagini."

"No!"

He whipped out his wand and tried to fight back, but Nagini raised her head in disdain and attacked him.

In just one moment, the blood flow wouldn't stop.

he died.

The others withdrew their gaze and returned to an indifferent attitude that had nothing to do with them.

Only Snape was slightly distracted when he saw the blood spreading on the ground.