[HP] Years Whisk

In the end, on that day, Voldemort just looked mockingly at the couple who looked so ugly to him.

Bella, who seemed very crazy in her speech and behavior, stepped out from among the Death Eaters and looked at Lucius and Narcissa with contempt.She moved intimately to Voldemort's side. "Lord," she pushed back her long curly hair with her wand, "don't worry about those two cowards. Aren't we going to borrow the Malfoy family's manor? Well, just use this, let the two of them ask you apologize."

"Lucius," Voldemort's words stopped Lucius from coercing Narcissa to leave the banquet hall, "I will requisition your manor first. Are you willing?"

Lucius didn't answer right away.

Voldemort stroked Nagini's snake head in dissatisfaction: "I have given you tolerance, Lucius, isn't that enough? Isn't it something to be proud of being able to use Malfoy Manor to complete our great cause? But , I noticed that you don't seem very satisfied, huh? I'm at your house, did I offend you, Lucius?"

Narcissa stood beside Lucius.Where no one was looking, he reached into Lucius' sleeve, gently rubbed away Lucius' clenched fist, and interlocked his fingers.

Under Narcissa's actions, Lucius seemed to be awakened suddenly, and hurriedly replied: "No, no, my master!"

Voldemort grinned: "Such a lie, Lucius—" But he didn't say anything, just waved his hand casually as if he was tired after watching a good show, "Okay, you all go back Come down."

Then, he ordered to the other Death Eaters in the banquet hall: "All of you, go out and do some activities. It's time to let everyone know that the great Duke of Darkness has returned!"

After everyone had left, Voldemort quietly meditated for a while in the banquet hall of Malfoy Manor. Then, as if he remembered something, he raised his hand and pressed the Dark Mark on his arm.

After a while, Severus Snape in black robe appeared at the gate of Malfoy Manor, and hurried to the banquet hall of Malfoy Manor.

After Voldemort saw the visitor, he sat casually on the seat he had magically formed: "Severus Snape." He said, "Why didn't you come to celebrate my return just now?"

"Please forgive me, Lord. Because, I broke into Hogwarts, and I am now the professor of Potions at Hogwarts. In order to avoid the suspicion of that old bee, I am only answering your summon now." Sif Leth's voice was low, and his tone was quick and soft.His face stiffened to the floor, expressionless.

"Severus? Back then, I killed that woman who was in the way. Do you hate me?" Voldemort raised his eyes, and secretly launched a mind-bending on Severus Snape.

Behind Severus, Nagini walked silently on the ground, his mouth slowly opened, revealing snake teeth dripping with venom, ready to bite Severus' arm holding his wand at any time.

"How come." Severus' eyes were empty, "You are doing a great thing, and my sacrifice is not worth mentioning. What's more, I found a witch with a purer blood later on. What is that Mudblood?"

"Very good," Voldemort laughed when he saw a satisfying scene in Severus's mind, "You are indeed my most valued potion master. You are my most sincere undercover agent. Wait until I kill you." After Harry Potter, I will find you countless young and beautiful pure-blood witches, and they will all obey you, what kind of beauties do you want?"

He suddenly changed his tone nervously, and his voice became serious and terrifying: "Now, go and keep an eye on that old immortal Dumbledore for me. I want to know all the news about him, everything!"

"Yes, Lord." Severus nodded slightly and strode away again.

December 1994, Hogwarts, Slytherin House.

Draco felt a strange atmosphere began to emerge around him.

He knew the man was back.However, he didn't really understand what this sentence meant.

After all, in his mind, the man from 'childhood' died easily at Potter's hands.So, what's so scary about him?

However, his mother wrote fewer and fewer letters to him, and his father's double-sided mirror could not be connected.

The only time I saw my father's slightly tired face was to tell him that if he could stay at school during the holidays, try not to go home, and not to send letters home, and to be careful.Then, that contact was abruptly cut off.

Draco also sensitively felt the rejection of him by some students from pure-blood families and the disgust and fear of him by students from other colleges.

That brown-skinned Zabini, his own mother didn't know what kind of slut he was, and dared to laugh at his father for being squeezed out by Death Eaters?

Although Draco pretended to be dismissive of these remarks, deep in his heart, he was quietly paying attention to the news.

What is going on at home?Why don't Mom and Dad reply to my messages anymore?He was deeply worried.

So, in January 1995, Draco ignored his parents' advice and sneaked back from Hogwarts to Malfoy Manor.

When he got home, it felt like everything had changed.

What greeted him was not the gentle smiling face of his mother and the leisurely but conniving eyes of his father, but the malicious gaze and ferocious smile of an unknown vicious person; The aroma, but the pungent, lingering smell of blood.

There are no more white peacocks walking leisurely outside the manor, the sky is covered by thick dark clouds, and the flowers blooming in the French garden greenhouse have all fallen and withered.The smell of death and corruption is everywhere.

On the third day after Draco returned to Malfoy Manor, he witnessed several Death Eaters slaughtering a wizard who didn't know whether it was a Muggle or a splinter.

The location is just downstairs from his room, the restaurant where he used to eat every day.

That day, when Draco walked out of his room and went downstairs, several fierce-looking men with the Dark Mark engraved on their arms were happily surrounding an unknown 'object'.

Draco glanced at it, then looked away indifferently, he didn't want to know what tricks those Death Eaters were playing there.

However, one of the Death Eaters in the group stopped him.

"Young master with thin skin and tender flesh," the Death Eater with a fierce scar on his face parted his mouth and smiled maliciously at him, "Would you like to come and play with us?"

He leaned sideways so Draco could see the 'object' they had placed in the center of the dining table - it was a man!

The man was tortured to the brink of death by those people, and the top of his head was pried off!But the healing magic prevented that man from dying because of this, and could only linger in this world with a painful face.

The tables that used to be filled with all kinds of savory food are splattered with blood everywhere, and the whole restaurant is their crime scene!

Draco saw the Death Eater who stopped him, stretched out his hand towards the man on the table, and directly used his fingers to stir vigorously in the head of the man who had been decapitated.

The man let out an inhuman scream, and then he lost his breath.

Then, the Death Eater who was stirring the poor man's brain with his hand pulled out his hand, and his next move was to put his finger with an unknown red and white thing into his mouth!

Draco watched the scene tremblingly, his legs limp on the stairs.

how come!How could there still be such, such... devils in this world! ! !

Draco leaned over the banister of the stairs and vomited straight out.

"I'll just say he's a coward! Just like his father who can only laugh!" The Death Eater laughed, taunting him with foul language.

Draco wanted to pull out his wand, and give those who dared to insult him, his father, a hard lesson.But when he raised his head and saw the menacing faces of those people, his legs trembled involuntarily and he stepped back.

He couldn't restrain the fear in his heart.So, he became a deserter.

He doesn't know how he got out of that hellish scene.

He didn't know how behind his back, those people used words to insult the surname Malfoy, which he had always been deeply proud of.

He doesn't know anything, and he doesn't want to know anything.

He would rather be an ignorant child who doesn't know how to tell right from wrong.

When Draco came to his senses, he found himself running to his own parents' room.

His father, Lucius, was away, and his mother, Narcissa, was sitting by the window, looking at him worriedly.

"Draco," he heard his mother's gentle voice, "why are you crying? Did someone... bully you?"

Narcissa sat by the window, staring blankly at the withered and dilapidated scene outside the window.

Lucius went out to complete the 'task' given to him by the Dark Lord.

When Lucius was still working for the Dark Lord, those Death Eaters under the Dark Lord generally would not provoke her and Draco with 'no eyes'.

However, this is not the solution after all.

She couldn't just watch Lucius compromise for her and Draco, struggling in the quagmire of sin; she couldn't let Draco live in such an environment forever, worried every day, and couldn't live in peace.

So, what are the last two Horcruxes?

While Narcissa was racking her brains to recall the tiny clues of her previous life, the door of her room was opened in a panic, and Draco stood at the door with tear-stained face and empty eyes.

In front of her, Draco murmured in disbelief, a tremor in his voice that even he hadn't noticed.

The child said to her, "Mom, I'm so scared."

He said: "I'm afraid of death. I'm so afraid that I close my eyes, and there are blood and screams in front of my eyes. I'm so afraid that I can't sleep every night."

He said: "I always wonder, where do people go when they die?

He said: "The world is so vast, our existence is but a drop in the ocean.

"Too small and fragile."

He said to her: "Mom, I am afraid. I am afraid that one day, I will be forced to separate from you."

Narcissa looked at him and gave him a pale but gentle smile.

She beckoned Draco to come over to her.Then she took his hand, let him sit at her feet, and put his upper body in her arms.

Draco rested his head on Narcissa's lap like a baby sleeping in its mother's warm womb.

Narcissa stroked his soft short platinum blonde hair and said to him softly: "Don't be afraid, there is me. I will stand in front of you."

"Did you know? Draco." Narcissa lowered her head and kissed his forehead, "I used to be deeply afraid of death. I always felt that death was the end of everything, full of darkness and coldness.

"But, do you remember that cocoon that transformed from an ugly caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly that you showed me when you were a child?

"Actually, compared to death, our life is a very short state.

"What will death be like?

"I'm imagining, imagining—" Narcissa's voice was gentle and long, as if she was humming a lullaby softly to Draco when he was a child, "In my heart, it's like a huge, warm A bright white light cocoon.

"You will sleep peacefully there.

"One year, ten years. Thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years.

"One day, when you feel that you have had enough rest, you will break out of the cocoon like a butterfly. You will return to a world completely different from your previous life with a new identity.

"It doesn't matter how many years have passed.

"One day, we will meet again."