Yan Bai of HP

He was dressed in a pure black close-fitting robe with golden patterns. Although he looked like a handsome young man at first glance, he could vaguely see the evil and almost bewitching face of the former Dark Lord from his brows. Silky red light, with a cold killing intent, slender fingers resting gracefully on the armrest of the chair, on the index finger is a ring with a simple shape, engraved with a snake pattern connecting end to end, the ruby ​​on the snake's eyes shines in the sunlight The icy light flickered under the sunlight, and the young man calmly held the magic wand in his hand with his manicured and sleek nails.

At that moment, Lucius almost returned to the moment when he knelt under the man's robe and pledged his allegiance to the death. Lucius forced himself to suppress the fear and horror in his heart, the mark on his left arm was throbbing continuously, and took a deep breath. With a sigh of relief, Lucius restored the calm demeanor of Patriarch Malfoy.The man in front of him is no longer the dark king, neither his power nor his own strength is what it used to be, and he who has awakened his blood is no longer the foodie who was known as the second mind of the Dark Lord. Dead Apostles.

Various coping methods flashed through his mind, and Lucius walked slowly into the living room. The Dark Lord must have had something to rely on for breaking into Malfoy Manor alone. The Malfoy family cannot be brought into danger, everything needs to be treated with caution.

Stopping in front of the young man, Lucius bowed deeply respectfully, his platinum-blond hair fell from his shoulders, "MyLord, it's an honor to see you again, it's great that you're fine."

Voldemort raised his chin, and his blood-red eyes quietly looked at Patriarch Malfoy, who lowered his head in front of him. The powerful pressure made Lucius very disturbed, and he kept a respectful posture motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the Dark Lord withdrew his gaze, raised his hand, and signaled Lucius to stand up straight. He looked up and down at the man in front of him, and curled his lips, "You seem to be doing well, my servant."

Cold sweat broke out on Lucius' forehead, and he bent down again, "I don't dare." Just kidding, strong magic power does not mean strong power. The Dark Lord's methods emerge in endlessly. They are all ruthless and cruel, but he has only seen one or two of them and it is enough to shock him.

Believe him, as long as there is even a chance, he doesn't want to be an enemy of the Dark Lord, but behind him is the Malfoy family, and... that boy, so, he should raise his spirits and deal with today's crisis, I hope West There are enough healing potions in Ferroth's place. Judging from the situation, the possibility of him being able to escape unscathed today is zero.

"Lucius Malfoy." Voldemort's voice was as cold and smooth as satin, "You don't seem very happy to see me, why, this is the first time our master and servant have met...Since After I disappear." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, Voldemort played with the wand in his hand, his ruby-like eyes looked at Lucius calmly, and raised his chin coldly.

"Tell me, why no one has tried to find my trace for so long, my servant, don't you miss your master!" As he said, a cold light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, and a magic wand shot out from the tip of his wand. The curse hit Lucius.

With a groan, Xuan was immediately swallowed by him again. The tearing pain in his soul and body made Lucius curl up unconsciously, kneeling on the ground with one knee, his hair immediately soaked in cold sweat, and the man gasped in pain. He said, uttering words with difficulty.

"MyLord... It's not that my subordinates haven't looked for you... It's just that we haven't heard from you, and the Order of the Phoenix..."

"No, No, Lucius, if you really want to find me, the obstruction of those stupid wizards in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​nothing." Voldemort smiled coldly, and shot another Unforgivable Curse, the slender The blood-red eyes locked on the twitching and trembling man under his feet, and the deep eyes admired the servant's painful expression.

In those days, he could only be attached to a snake, struggling to survive in the forest, avoiding the search of natural enemies, and eating bloody food. If he hadn't met that stupid Quirrell, he would have been the Dark Lord Maybe he died directly in the eagle's stomach.There was a bit of icy coldness in the depths of the blood-colored eyes, and Voldemort forced himself to suppress the hatred and killing intent towards these traitors in his heart.

After a long time, the man on the gorgeous chair waved his wand casually. Lucius let out a big gasp and heaved a sigh of relief. He knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, his body trembling convulsively, trying to suppress the turbulent pain in his body. Magic power, playing magic riot in front of the Dark Lord, he doesn't want to court death yet.

"Forget it, I won't pursue the past." Voldemort touched the corner of his lips with one hand, and said relaxedly, as if the "piercing heart" just now was not sent by him, "I came here to return my s things."

The young man said word by word, "Lucius Malfoy, Whereismydiary?" (Where is my diary)

Lucius, who was panting on the ground, heard the words, his heart sank suddenly, and he didn't answer immediately. Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his slightly pursed lips seemed to be about to spit out a scarlet letter, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Lucius could even clearly hear the beating of the heart in his chest.

"MyLord, give me some time, and I will present things to you." The man said hurriedly, bowing his head respectfully.

In Voldemort's scarlet eyes, the murderous intent seemed to condense into substance, he raised his wrist, and pointed the tip of his wand straight at the man on the ground, "Stop playing tricks, Malfoy, let me ask again, Whereismydiary, now?! "

"At Hogwarts." Lucius replied quickly, "Brought in by the youngest daughter of the Weasley family." The murderous aura around him seemed to cut him into pieces, and he could feel a kind of pain on his exposed skin. Blade-like cold.

"Master, please forgive me, I thought it was just a general dark magic item, I just wanted to teach the Weasleys a lesson..."

"Ordinary dark magic items?" Voldemort's pupils shrank like blood, and there was not much emotion in his tone, but Lucius shivered firmly, "It seems that I have been away for too long, You have forgotten who your master is? You dare to dispose of what I gave you, Lucius, I really admire your courage." Voldemort's voice paused slightly, he noticed Lucius sensitively There is a powerful magic power in his body that is constantly trying to rush out.

Gently stroking the ring on his right hand, Voldemort pondered for a moment, just when Lucius thought another 'piercing' fell, Voldemort suddenly changed the subject, "I will give you one last chance, my servant, three In a few days, bring my diary in front of me, otherwise..., you know my tricks."

"Of order, Mylord." Lucius knelt on the ground respectfully, half a sound, a gust of wind blew, and the magic pressure in the surrounding air suddenly disappeared. Lucius raised his head, and the young man on the chair had disappeared without a trace.

With a trembling body, Lucius staggered quickly into the study, poked a few times with his wand on a portrait of a scene, and the portrait flipped over with a click, and a golden cup appeared, which was the same size as the Portkey in Voldemort's hand , Lucius stretched out his hand and turned the golden cup violently. The golden cup turned gray from the low end, and it petrified directly after a few seconds.

Lucius was panting heavily, his temple was throbbing with pain, he let go of his hand, sat down on the wicker chair in the study, took out a bottle of potion from the drawer and poured it directly, no one knew the door of Malfoy Manor The keys can be controlled, and now no one can enter the manor with the Portkey, including the Dark Lord.That person really came back, and the pain in his body and soul clearly woke him up. No matter how he did it, what he has to think about now is what he should do.

It is absolutely impossible to cooperate with the Dark Lord, not to mention the power he has lost, but his destructive eyes determine that he is destined not to hand over the Malfoy family to him, and the current Dark Lord is no longer him At that time, he wanted to be loyal to the charismatic, wise and worthy dark monarch who was worthy of following.

He pinched the center of his brows fiercely, damn it, he endured two piercing pains, his brain was very confused, the potion he drank just now did not relieve the pain at all, he pulled the cloak off the hanger and put it on his body, Lucius yelled Stepping into the fireplace, the green flame rose into the sky, and the man disappeared in an instant.

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Hogwarts

Since the chaotic Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, the girls in Slytherin had their crystal clear hearts shattered, and beautiful snakes exuding a dark aura could be seen everywhere in the college.

And what made Harry gritted his teeth the most was that Gildero was not so interested in him. In class, in the hallway, in the auditorium, that peacock followed him everywhere. Believe him, this man must have been a great stalker in his previous life. .

"Hi, Harry." With a familiar frivolous voice, the corners of Harry's mouth twitched slightly as he was eating in the auditorium. He raised his head, just in time to see Gilderoy walking towards the long Slytherin table with a bright smile on his face.

"Harry, are you eating?" Gilderoy said enthusiastically.

...Nonsense, Harry gripped the knife and fork tightly with both hands, afraid that if he couldn't control what he was accidentally throwing out, he would be charged with murdering the professor.Draco next to him flashed a quick smile in his blue eyes, caught by Harry, and gave him a sideways look. Is it fun to watch him eat up these unscrupulous little snakes?

Gildero next to him didn't need Harry's response at all, and stood behind him, talking to himself blah blah blah.Just when Harry was about to slap him away with a slap, a slightly honest voice sounded behind him, and Gilderoy was rescued.

"Harry, there will be Quidditch training in a while, you probably don't have class this afternoon." Flint walked over and said.

Harry stood up suddenly, "There is no class, I'm going to practice." Throwing the schoolbag on the chair at Draco, Harry passed Gilderoy directly, and left the auditorium with Flint quickly.

In the corridor, Flint patted Harry's shoulder sympathetically. The embroidered pillow professor's favor for the savior boy has spread throughout the school, but seeing this boy who always has a deadpan expression sometimes reveals a little Emotions are also very interesting. Flint, who never admits that he enjoyed watching the movie, showed his usual simple and honest smile.

Harry didn't notice the thoughts in the mind of Flint who had been blacked out next to him. He exhaled lightly and decided to drug Gilderoy tonight. Noah was developing new potions during this time, and one of them was a bottle Named a super laxative by him, it will definitely keep him from seeing Gilderoy for a month.

Turning the corner and going straight, you can enter the field directly, but the hissing sound in your ear made Harry stop suddenly.

【I will tear you apart...kill you...】

【...the smell of blood...I'm going to kill you...】

"Harry?" Flint looked at him suspiciously.

"It's okay." Harry said lightly, it was just a basilisk being released, well, it was just a hungry basilisk being released, that's right, it was just a basilisk that had been starved for thousands of years. A twenty-foot-long basilisk was released... Fuck, fuck it!