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Draco couldn't help but feel irritated at the thought of those stupid Gryffindor lions attacking him about his father.It is conceivable that in the coming school year, he will live in such a noisy and chaotic environment.Damn, he still has no choice!The most important thing is that he can't continue to treat the savior Scarhead as usual!Thinking of this made Draco even more irritable.

However, Draco's little annoyance hadn't occupied his mind for long before it was replaced by something more important: the Dark Lord's summons.

Draco didn't know when the Dark Duke "reappeared", and he didn't know why the Dark Duke summoned him by name at this sensitive moment.

Fortunately, during Professor Snape's devilish eight days of training, his originally vulnerable Occlumency finally improved by leaps and bounds.After all, he has the foundation and a strong will to protect his skills. Professor Snape even trained him according to the Legilimency standards issued by the Dark Duke.

So Draco is going much faster than Harry.At the end of the training, Snape said with satisfaction: As long as Draco is not stupid, it is enough to hide the Dark Lord's Legilimency once.After all, to Voldemort, Draco was just an insignificant, underage brat, and seeing his loyalty or fear was enough.

This made Draco slightly relieved.

Being ushered into the hall by a Death Eater he hadn't seen before, Draco tried hard to maintain his expression, but he couldn't control the fist tightly clenched in his robes.A large number of Death Eaters had gathered in the hall, and Draco took a quick glance, some of whom he hadn't seen before.Among the group of people, Draco saw his father standing under the Dark Duke at a glance.Seeing his father give him a comforting look, Draco let out a slow breath and let go of his sweaty hands.

"Master, by your order, I brought you little Malfoy." The Death Eater who brought him said in a fanatical and pious tone, kneeling at Voldemort's feet, kissing the hem of his robe.

This made Draco not know what to do, he looked at his father, and knelt at Voldemort's feet under his father's hint.He was too nervous to speak, and the ends of his hair were trembling slightly.

After a long time, it seemed like a moment passed, Draco heard the indifferent voice of the king above him: "Well done, Stoke, stand aside." His face flushed with excitement from a careless compliment, but he obviously didn't dare to speak without permission, so he stood up quietly and stood in the middle of the crowd.Far inferior to Lucius Malfoy's position.

"See you again, little Mr. Malfoy." Voldemort's deep voice rang in his ears, and Draco couldn't even raise his head. "I, my honor, master." He seemed to hear his own voice trembling, but this was already the limit of what he could do.

Merlin knew how frightening the magic pressure released by Voldemort was. Draco felt that he could hold on until now without fainting. The small bottle of Felicia he drank before coming here must be working.

"Oh, my little friend, this title is not suitable for you now. However, you will get this honor soon. Because the Duke of Darkness will mark you personally!" As soon as Voldemort's voice fell, people from all directions cast The jealous look almost pierced Draco.Among them are the empty eyes of Professor Snape, and the complicated and unclear eyes of his father Lucius.

Draco knew he should now accept the Dark Lord's gift with ecstasy and excitement, and praise his Master with all the beautiful words he knew.But Draco just crouched down deep, deep and said nothing.

"What? Don't you want to, Draco Malfoy." There was danger in Voldemort's tone.

No one present would believe that anyone in this world would dare to reject the Duke of Darkness, especially if he was a son of a nobleman.They only thought that Draco was too scared to speak, which made them look at Draco with a hint of disdain.

Lucius was the calmest and calmest person present, even though the person who might annoy the Duke of Darkness was his only son, he still stood silently aside.His calmness also made many people who wanted to see a joke retract their necks silently.

Finally, before Voldemort could say another word, Draco spoke. "Dumbledore," he whispered.

"What?" Voldemort caught the name quickly and accurately, which had become his instinct, so the Dark Duke put aside the slight offense of Mr. Malfoy and asked, "What's wrong with Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore warned me, he said, never, never hurt your soul." Draco finished that sentence quickly and stopped talking.

Voldemort was silent for two seconds at first, and then the soaring pressure caused the Death Eaters around him to take two steps back before struggling to stand still.And Draco, who was closest to Voldemort, suddenly turned pale.

"Raise your head." Voldemort said coldly, Draco raised his head uncontrollably, and the moment he met those blood-red eyes, a tyrannical force broke into his head and searched savagely with his memory.

Those memories of growing up in the manor, his elation when he was divided into Slytherin, the days of fighting against the savior, learning potions with Professor Snape, etc. all flashed by. People watching are not interested in these. Voldemort quickly found the memory he was looking for, the scene where Dumbledore said that to Draco with a serious expression.

Should Dumbledore be thankful that his back was facing a completely blank wall?Especially that wall was covered with Slytherin-like wallpaper, it looked like the empty space around the corner of the cellar.Fortunately, Draco and Alberta had an awkward dispute at that time, so they got the right to dispose of that wall and half of the living room.

So Draco didn't work too hard in processing memory and creating illusory memories.

As for the memories of Alberta and Adonis, Draco locked them well.

Voldemort sneered. "Dumbledore." The feeling of the name on his lips convinced the Death Eaters that if the White Wizard were here, he would be ripped apart, if possible.

"Since our great headmaster has such high expectations of you, how will Mr. Malfoy repay this expectation?" Voldemort said in a tone of interest.Draco took a deep breath first, then raised his head to look at Voldemort, summoned up his courage and said, "Following the greatest dark lord in the wizarding world is the highest belief of every aspiring pure-blood wizard, and I am the same, MyLord!"

Voldemort looked at Draco with his terrifying blood-red eyes, as if discerning the truth in his words.Immediately, the man known as the greatest dark lord sneered: "Then, what are you still hesitating about? My little follower, why don't you stretch out your right hand to show the Duke of Darkness your strength?" determination."

"My lord, there shouldn't be any lowly and incompetent people in your knight team. This will only hinder your pace of conquering the world. As a father who is determined to surpass me and stand by your side, I must do my best Perfect grades to start this glory. How about starting with Dumbledore's disgusting love and trust?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously, and after a long while, he chuckled. "Lucius, your son is more competitive than you." As soon as these words came out, all the Death Eaters understood that the next Malfoy had already gained the trust of the Duke of Darkness.This made the gaze condensed on Draco's body even hotter.

Lucius said in his aria: "Lord, you are overrated. Draco is not thoughtful and brave enough. I hope you will forgive me."

"As a sixth-year student at Hogwarts, a little bit of ambition and flaws are forgivable. What's more, even Gryffindor is not as courageous as he is to dare to express his opinion in front of the Duke of Darkness." Later, Voldemort still had a bit of anger, which let Draco know that he was still too reckless.

But Lucius didn't mean to be nervous. "It's my fault, Draco's education has been lax recently."

"I have a small task for you, little Malfoy."

After Voldemort's summons, Draco received an hour-long "ideological education" from his father.Of course, in the end Lucius was not stingy with his own praise, after all, as Voldemort said, as a sixth grade student, Draco was already a leader among his peers.Those wizards who have grown up for a long time are not necessarily better than Draco.

"Draco, how was your summer vacation?" Now they were still in Voldemort Manor, so they couldn't talk casually.Draco puffed out his chest, inadvertently exuding a little of the grown-up daddy he had cultivated over the summer. "Fine, Dad." Whether it's Adonis or Alberta, whether it's Dumbledore or Potter, everything is fine.

"Go back, your mother should miss you." Lucius put his hand on Draco