The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

After Voldemort dealt with several thorny problems in the backlog, he received a tip from several Death Eaters of the Ministry of Magic. The new trend of the Order of the Phoenix forced him to temporarily change his plan.

The Death Eaters meet again after a long absence.

There was no daylight in the conference room, only the magically enhanced candlelight flickered faintly.The long marble table was placed in the center of the room in a rectangular shape, surrounded by a circle of simple chairs, and facing the door was an armchair with a high back, which was the position of the Dark Lord.

The tall and thin figure was sitting there, with slightly curly black hair and profound facial features, which was both familiar and strange.

The Death Eaters at the bottom suppressed the vibration in their hearts, and only made eye contact with each other in silence.

When they finished staring at each other, they found that everyone around them knew nothing about the amazing changes on the first seat, and they were even more frightened.

Voldemort was contemplating with his eyes closed, and he tapped the table impatiently with his fingers.He didn't need to look to guess the various expressions of the Death Eaters' thoughts.As much resources as this skin can obtain, it can cause as much riots.Unlike before, now he has enough power and strength to settle things easily, so he doesn't worry about it.

There was a constant gasp, and no doubt another dead-eyed Death Eater spotted his new look.

Voldemort's thoughts came to an end, he opened his bright red eyes, scanned the whole area, and had a panoramic view of the performance of the Death Eaters.

He showed a smile that had made countless people shudder.

"Long time no see, my friends."

Given his good new look, the grin seemed less deterrent.But the familiar voice, the familiar opening words, and the same pair of bright red eyes are all patterns that Death Eaters will never forget.

They looked at each other for a while, and soon lowered their heads one after another.

Voldemort's gaze swept over the few Death Eaters who were the slowest to react. The latter shrank slightly from the Dark Lord's attention, and they were rigidly fixed on their seats, not daring to move.

Voldemort looked away, and said, "Before we get into the discussion, I think something must have happened recently that you should report to the Dark Lord."

Despite the euphemism, all Death Eaters knew that this was a clear order to report information.

Unfortunately, apart from the news that Dumbledore was expelled from Hogwarts, which was discussed intensively some time ago, no one has recently found any big news worthy of discussion at this moment.During the preparation period when the Death Eaters hibernated the Ministry of Magic and plotted Operation Azkaban, the wizarding world was so calm that it seemed that only the OWLs exam was approaching and worthy of attention.

The conference room fell into silence.Voldemort did not speak, and the others did not dare to speak nonsense. Only the flame of the candle jumped and changed, making the light and shadow lively and twisting.

The pressure builds silently.

Because Voldemort was clearly waiting, it was getting heavier and heavier.

The red eyes seem to be able to see through the thoughts underneath the Death Eater's lowered head. Within the scope covered by that kind of vision, the Death Eater dare not act rashly, and even the thoughts in his head are cautious, for fear of being taken by souls. Master Nian could see the slightest change.

In the suffocating atmosphere of solemnity, only Bellatrix on Voldemort's right hand maintained a calm posture.She (self-confessed) is the first Death Eater to see the new image of the Dark Lord, and she is only responsible for the core Azkaban project, which can be said to have perfectly avoided Voldemort's current minefield.

Snape, who was sitting opposite, noticed her relaxation, his empty pupils fluctuated slightly, and soon fell silent like a puddle of stagnant water.On his left sat a Death Eater wearing white gloves, his chestnut hair was combed meticulously, and he was also frowning at this moment, falling into difficult thoughts.

Voldemort saw everyone's performance in his eyes, and crossed out Bellatrix's secrecy attribute in his heart, but he skipped her without any difference on the surface, and shot his eyes precisely at the one who was trying to hide himself in the shadow of the neighbor. Death Eaters.

"Crabbe, let's start with you."

Crabbe was instantly terrified by the sudden roll call, and he let out a short, feeble wail uncontrollably, quickly covering his mouth on realization, causing it to stop eerily abruptly.

He stood up tremblingly from his seat, hearing the suppressed laughter of his colleagues around him, his drooping cheeks flushed red.

"I...Master...I, I think...The Ministry of Magic is still being monitored by the Order of the Phoenix...Yes, they are trying to hinder our movements..."

Voldemort waited for him to finish speaking tremblingly, noncommittal, just twirling the yew wand with a half-smile.

"you think?"

Crabbe's face turned pale in an instant, his knees went weak with fright, but he dared not sit down.Soon the Dark Lord came to his aid - through the Cruciatus Curse.

Crabbe's screams wiped the sneer from the faces of the other Death Eaters, who now looked no better than Crabbe, slumped in their seats and twitching.

Several death eaters with gloomy faces exchanged glances with each other, observing the new-looking dark wizard on the first seat secretly and without any trace.

"McNeil, tell me."

One of them was named.

McNeil's response was much stronger, rather bolder.After he stood up, he didn't rush to answer, but looked at Voldemort unobtrusively by bowing down.

"Master, I am honored to report to you the situation during this time. It was beyond my expectation to be mentioned so early by you. Please forgive me for my stupidity, I didn't prepare in advance..."

McNeill talked nonsense piecemeal for a long time, successfully impressing the patience of Voldemort, who is known for his patience. "Get to the point."

The grim tone made it clear that it was impossible to get away with it.

But McNeill seemed to have some concerns. Although the cold sweat was pouring out from his forehead, he gritted his teeth and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Voldemort was turning the yew wand silently again.

McNeil noticed this, his lips turned pale, and he stammered: "Master...I...you..."

"I see." Voldemort interrupted him coldly, "Crucio."

After Crabbe, McNeill also collapsed on the seat.The rest of the people held their breath and focused, puzzled and terrified.

The Death Eater who had made eye contact with McNeil squirmed uneasily in his seat.

Voldemort ignored them and continued calling names: "Paris."

The white glove sitting next to Snape stood up, despite the two tragic lessons learned, his expression was not afraid, and even similar to McNeil, he was also secretly looking at Voldemort with deep thought in his eyes.

"Yes, Master." He replied respectfully with a calm voice, "Before reporting, could you please revive my mark? It has become a little dim recently, and your loyal servant is extremely frightened."

Palis heard someone breathing lightly, and knew that his behavior had scared many Death Eaters.Because he was blatantly lying.

The Dark Mark did change, but everyone knew that it didn't become dim, on the contrary, it became stronger.From a visual point of view, the Dark Mark, which used to be like a tattoo, has recently been carved into the flesh and blood. It is so vivid and powerful that it cannot be ignored.

If he was the real Dark Lord, he wouldn't be ignorant of how the Dark Mark changed.

If it's the real one.

Voldemort looked at Paris indifferently, his blood-red eyes looked dangerous and cruel.

The silence breeds the fear of the unknown, and several Death Eaters are already pitying Paris in advance with the eyes of the dead.

But unexpectedly, Voldemort smiled slightly, neither cold nor evil, but a faint approval - Bella couldn't help but move forward.

"Just now I was wondering who would be the first to ask this question."

He stood up and started walking around the table, all eyes averted.

"The Dark Lord has changed his face. If none of you question it, does that mean that one day, anyone can take his place?"

The content of the question made everyone tremble, and Bella couldn't help shouting: "It's impossible, master!"

Voldemort shot her a warning look.

Bella immediately became honest, and belatedly realized that she might have exposed something, her face turned pale.

Voldemort continued to wander around the table.

"If I were replaced by an impostor today, are you going to tell the impostor all the secrets?"

Everyone was silent.

He stopped behind Crabbe. The poor wizard had just recovered a little bit of energy. He was so frightened that he wanted to stand up, but he was held down by the shoulder first.

There was no force at all in the knuckle hand, but Crabbe dared not defy it.

"Master, please—please forgive me...I'm just, I'm just too loyal to you..."

"I haven't said anything yet, Crabbe."

For a moment, Voldemort's young face gave people the illusion of innocence.

But the Death Eaters soon realized that the dark lord himself was out and about under that deceitful skin.

He tapped his wand, and Crabbe's seat fell apart.

"I don't think you need this," said Voldemort softly.The sound was almost drowned out in Crabbe's uncontrollable screams of pain, as the latter was rolling on the ground clutching his arms.

The Dark Mark was burning.

All the Death Eaters present felt its movement - Crabbe was obviously the one who burned the most - and their hearts vibrated violently.

Compared with their vibrating hearts, the meeting room was dead silent.

Suddenly there was the sound of something falling to the ground, and the seat adjacent to Crabbe became vacant. The wizard with pale blond hair took the lead in proclaiming his loyalty to Voldemort: "Lucius Malfoy will always be loyal to you only!"

Even Voldemort himself glanced at him in some surprise.But Goyle on the other side of Lucius quickly followed and knelt down, shouting: "Grant Goyle will always be loyal to you only!"

Following his imitation, soon everyone in the conference room knelt down like dumplings, and said repeatedly: "...only loyal to you!"

The voice of Bellatrix, who was extremely remorseful because of the missed opportunity, was extremely loud.Voldemort had no time to pay attention, the scene in front of him was even beyond his own expectations, both strange and shocking, but——

The joy of rising from the chest is unparalleled.

He laughed lowly, which quickly turned into a loud laugh.Perhaps the exhilaration that can only be felt at the moment of resurrection——

The memories in my mind were quickly overwhelmed by a pair of green eyes, and the smile disappeared without a sound.

These eyes had been tormenting him lately.Voldemort closed his eyes, pulled himself back, and turned to look down at the pale gold head.

Malfoy was always good at pleasing his superiors, and Lucius was no exception.

"Get up," he said to Lucius.But everyone felt the fading of the Dark Mark, and understood that this was a general order, so they all stood up and restored the normal order in the meeting room.

Except for Crabbe who was unconscious on the ground, only Lucius did not take his seat - the Dark Lord was standing in front of him.

"Well done, Lucius," said Voldemort, who could see the hope rising in the wizard's heart through the top of the pale gold head, and strangled it with a chuckle, "but your mistake is irreparable."

Lucius almost staggered, his whole body visibly weakened, and he begged softly, "Please be merciful..."

Voldemort watched his despair for a while before he said slowly, "However, the reward can be left to our little Malfoy."

Lucius froze in place, his mind blank.

Voldemort's voice seemed to come from hell: "Wouldn't you like it, ever faithful Lucius?"

He heard his dry voice say with difficulty: "My... honor... Master..."

That exquisite face showed a captivating smile, but Lucius could no longer feel its beauty, only the cold rising from the soles of his feet eroded his limbs and bones.