HP leap time

The shadows of the trees were sparsely reflected on his pale face, the light and shadow were vague, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the world.

He glanced back at the castle wrapped in gold, then turned and left without hesitation.

Walked about 50 meters or so.There was a shivering sound coming from all around.He stretched out his left hand and rolled up his sleeve.There was an ugly mark on the pale, emaciated arm.

The rustling voice became clearer, and he looked at the Dark Mark carefully, with a lingering disgust in his eyes.

Chirp—a sharp and ear-piercing sound gradually came, and an ugly, palm-sized animal poked out from the grass, with black fur all over its body, it had no eyes, but it had a disgustingly huge nose, which could not stop sniffing. What, it can be seen that it judges the target location through smell and minimal mental perception.It bared its teeth in Draco's direction, the sharp, small, white teeth chilling all over.

One, two, three... More and more little monsters stuck their heads out and approached him.They squealed and screamed, expressing surprise and excitement.There are more rustling sounds in the distance slowly approaching and becoming clearer.

He looked at these ugly monsters who wanted to tear him into pieces and let out a low grunt indifferently.

The wand in his right hand slowly stretched out, and slowly, he pressed the wand on the Dark Mark in his left hand.The moment it was pressed, the lines of the Dark Mark gradually began to glow, and the cold breath permeated the air until the patterns on his hands condensed into skulls and snakes.

The effect was very obvious. The bodies of the animals closest to him froze immediately. They seemed to smell something familiar and dangerous. Then its body trembled uncontrollably, and its mouth let out a sharp and unpleasant scream. Like howling.

The impact spread from near to far, the rustling sounds of approaching ceased for a moment, and panic immediately reacted like an infectious disease.All the ugly animals that approached him fled away like a god of plague.

The surrounding air immediately became quiet again.

But he didn't put down his wand, and continued to walk forward with the Dark Mark glowing with cold light, until his field of vision gradually widened, and the Dark Lord's camp slowly emerged.

He lowered his wand, and the lit marker went out with it.

"Who?" Someone asked in the darkness, and light leaked from the opponent's wand.It illuminated himself and him at the same time, and the man with a horrible knife scar on his face looked at him carefully with his wand up.

"Little Malfoy?" The other party breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled disdainfully, "Are you still alive?"

Draco looked at the man in the purple robe in disgust.

"Put away your wand, don't show your ugly face, Ponte" Draco shook off his robe and turned to leave.He didn't even want to stay here for a moment.

"Still putting on airs." Scar turned his face to the ground and spat.Looking at the direction he was going away, "One day I will let you know that you are nothing."

Indignant, he turned back and continued his patrol.Looking forward to finding some weak character to vent out his aggrieved anger.

He walked through rows of tents and continued to walk in until he stopped at a house site.

The site looked like an English villa, black and white, but a bit dilapidated, where the Dark Lord came to stay.He continued to walk forward, trying to get closer.

"Little Mr. Malfoy, this is no longer your place to go." A middle-aged man in a black robe and a devil mask stopped him.Draco knew him, he was the Dark Lord's faithful gatekeeper. "You have to know that the Dark Lord doesn't value you anymore, you should leave and do what you should do."

"Like?" Draco didn't even look at him, a dog that was only meant to guard the Dark Lord's door didn't deserve his attention at all.

"For example, you can be the pet of those important adults to please them, maybe one day you will have a bright future." The middle-aged man smiled evilly, "There should still be people who care about you. And your mother with good qualifications... ...It's a pity that figure. Tsk tsk. It's just..."

"Shenfeng Wuying—"

Draco cursed him angrily.

"Ah!" The man fell to the ground and screamed, wounds appeared on his body one by one, his hair was entangled with dust on the ground, and blood quickly flowed out from the wounds.

Draco put away his wand and grabbed him by the collar.

"Don't insult my mother." He said every word.The sweat in his palms soaked his wand, and his brain was filled with fear and anger.

"You will be punished by the Dark Lord.

said the man weakly

"That's exactly what I want." Draco tossed him aside.He glanced coldly at the Death Eaters who came to watch the excitement.No one jumped out to accuse him, only the guys who gloated and watched as a kind of theatergoer.

Early the next morning, Draco received a message from the Dark Lord - a reminder of the pain of the Dark Mark.

He didn't even sleep for hours.When he apparated to the designated location, he realized that it was Malfoy Manor.Smiling wryly, he almost forgot that his father had already dedicated the hall of Malfoy Manor to the Dark Lord as a meeting place.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Malfoy of the Malfoy family betrayed Voldemort, and there is no trace of her yet.As for the loyal Mr. Malfoy, he is still in Azkaban.As for little Malfoy, his status was very awkward. Some people thought that he would not be reused, and some thought that when his father returned, his status would also return.

Now he was summoned again, after a few days.Everyone was guessing why, and Draco had a guess in his mind, but he didn't dare to think in that direction.

He looked around, how long has it been since he came home?Besides sneaking in and stealing potions?Of course, it was as if he had become homeless.He walked in openly, but because of the Dark Lord.

He remembered what Harry had said to him back at Hogwarts last night,

"Welcome back, Draco."

Draco lowered his eyes, hiding his emotion.

The hall of Malfoy's house is dominated by silver and various dark colors, making it look stately and luxurious

The wallpapers and portraits are exquisite.There is a long table in the hall, with seats on both sides.Each seat awaits its own owner.

The long table in the hall was quickly filled with people, familiar and unfamiliar.They looked around the hall of Malfoy's house and stopped in surprise when they saw Draco.Draco just grimaced and said nothing.

"Isn't this dear Draco?" Bella leaned over excitedly and put her hand on his shoulder.

Draco felt her chin resting on his shoulder as well, and the sharp chin pressed against his shoulder socket, numbness and tingling spread through his body like an electric shock.Bella breathed evenly in Draco's ear.

"I heard that Narcissa betrayed the Dark Lord. I can hardly believe it. I really want to ask her face to face. But, where have you hidden her, my dear Draco?" Bella's long nails scratched across his cheek.Warm breath sprayed on his neck, and disgust and resistance spread all over his body.

Since when had he developed resistance to the Dark Lord and being a Death Eater?

Is it when you realize that you haven't got what you want, or when you wake up completely in a certain period of time?If someone had tried to guide him patiently and affectionately from the beginning, perhaps he would have experienced less pain, less guilt and regret.

"I don't know..." Draco whispered.

"You're lying to me." Bella puffed up her eyes.

Draco felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Before he had time to think, a cold breath descended on this space.Everyone trembled, and Draco felt the weight on his body loosen, and the pressure dropped sharply.Then another even greater pressure fell on him.

The Dark Lord has come.