[HP] The Last Demon King

"Potter's right under my nose! And you're watching him slip away!"

In the magnificent and luxurious hall of Malfoy Manor, the trembling Death Eaters knelt on the ground, and the piercing fear spread to each other in the trembling of the Death Eaters. In the whole mansion, only the roar of Voldemort resounded.

"Is this how you repay your master?! Is this how you show your loyalty?!" Voldemort paced back and forth furiously, and when he spoke of anger, he gave the person who happened to be at his feet a hard blow. With one kick, the Death Eater fell to the ground, revealing a bloodless face under the hood.

"Lestrange, is life in Azkaban pleasant? So pleasant that you have forgotten how to wave your wand?" Voldemort said viciously.

Rodolphus Lestrange, who had just come out of Azkaban not long ago, bowed his head, bearing Voldemort's insults in silence.

The 15 years of living in Azkaban had already greatly destroyed his health, and this time for more than a year, Rodolphs' body was completely destroyed.

Bellatrix didn't even look at her pale husband. Even when she was kneeling, her upper body was leaning forward. She looked eagerly at Voldemort and raised her voice proudly, "Master! We have captured Sirius Black." !"

"Yeah, yeah, you caught Black, should I reward you?" Voldemort turned his head and looked at her sarcastically: "If you didn't accomplish one of the two things, you wouldn't have the chance to kneel down." Here it is."

Bellatrix turned pale, leaned forward and retracted.

"Keep an eye on Black, don't let him escape, don't let him die, I want him alive. If necessary, you can give him a little harmless potion or spell to keep him quiet."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him—" Bellatrix immediately promised.

Voldemort walked away restlessly, revealing a figure behind the black robe, "What about you? Eridins, I entrusted you with this operation, but what did you give me in return? You failed my trust, Aridins—”

Unlike other kneeling Death Eaters, Eridins was prostrate on the ground. When Voldemort called her name, she raised her head. Her cold and beautiful face was covered with bean-sized sweat, and her complexion was as pale as paper. The pain after several craniocerebral fractures was still flowing in her body. When she spoke, the trembling in her voice made Arthur, who was kneeling beside Bellatrix, look at her anxiously.

"I'm sorry, father..."

"I don't need your apologies, Eridins." Voldemort sat down in the only armchair in the hall and said to her coldly, "I should kill you, but I still decided to give you a chance—you Are you ready for punishment?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Lucius, fetch Draco," said Voldemort.Lucius, who was standing in the corner and concealed his presence, was suddenly called down, and his face was caught off guard. "Can't you understand me? Call your son—" Voldemort's tone became impatient, and Lucius walked out of the hall hesitantly.

Eridins lowered her head, watching her sweat drip intermittently onto the beautifully patterned solid wood floor.

After a while, Draco was brought by his father, his eyes passed over the kneeling Death Eaters, and he fixed his eyes on Eridins who was struggling to support himself on the ground.

"Draco, come here." Although Voldemort's voice was soft, it carried an undeniable taste.A trace of fear flashed under Draco's forced calm expression, and he slowly walked in front of Voldemort.

"Can you use the Cruciatus Curse?"

"..." Draco lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. After a while, he replied weakly: "...No."

A twisted smile appeared on Voldemort's face: "No? I can teach you - Cruciatus!"

Draco let out a short scream and fell to the ground, Eridins saw him fall to her side, in agony, with his lips tightly closed to keep from uttering the rest of the scream.

"Will you do it? Do you need me to demonstrate it again?" After a long ten seconds, Voldemort raised his wand and said with a grinning grin.

Draco panted heavily, his pale face turned pale, and the blond hair on both sides of his cheeks was stuck to his face with sweat.

"Master, I can do it for you—"

"Shut up, I'm talking to your son!" Lucius was interrupted by Voldemort's anger before he finished speaking.

"Come on, Malfoy, you're wasting my father's and my time," Eredins said coldly.

Draco took a deep breath, gripped his wand tightly, and stood up slowly and wobbly from the ground.

All eyes were on him, and he slowly raised his wand to Aeridins on the ground.The two stared at each other wordlessly, maybe only for a second, but for the two of them, this stare was so long that time seemed to stand still.

"Come on," said Voldemort, visibly impatient.

"Crucio—" Finally, Draco fired a spell from his wand, and Eridence's hand on the ground trembled and fell directly to the ground, but that was all.

"It seems that you still can't master the correct strength, I will teach you again." Voldemort said, another Cruciatus Curse hit Draco, Draco fell to the ground and curled up, his head on the ground On the ground, no expression could be seen, only intermittent, disturbing and frightening whining could be heard.

"Again." Voldemort raised his wand indifferently.

He gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground. Eridins saw Draco's lips being bitten badly by him, and pointed at Eridins with his wand dangling in his shaking hand because of the pain. , this time without Voldemort urging him to say the incantation: "Cruciate!"

Intense pain swept over Eridins' whole body again, and she arched her back involuntarily, like a shrimp in boiling oil.

Voldemort tasted her pain, and after a long time, he said with satisfaction: "Okay, I believe she has learned her lesson, stop."

Draco gasped, and lowered his trembling arms.Eridiens collapsed on the ground with no strength, looking as if she was going to die, but only a few seconds later, she struggled to get up to her knees like the other Death Eaters.

Voldemort looked at her thoughtfully. "Potter escaped, but there are other matters waiting for us to solve. I don't think you are capable of running Scrimgeour anymore, Lucius—"

"Yes, master." Lucius replied flattered.

"I'll leave this task to you. You won't let me down again, right?" He looked at Arnold with a gloomy look, and the latter lowered his head in trepidation, as if he didn't dare to look directly into those blood-red eyes, and quickly replied: "Absolutely not, absolutely not."

"Master, Lucius has messed up a lot of things, and I am willing to bear the burden of this matter for you." Arnold who stood aside said.

Lucius gave him a stern look, and said in a strange way: "You guys have messed up a lot, and now this is one of them. You don't even want to spare time for introspection, and you want the Dark Lord to make such a mess Do you rest assured to leave the important matter to you?"

"Since you are an expert in introspection, then shut up and continue introspecting. Do you want me to point out one by one how you, Malfoy, did more than fail?"

"you--"

"Okay." Voldemort interrupted the verbal confrontation between the two impatiently, his face was pulled down, and neither of them dared to speak, "Let Lucius do this, and I will see it before next Tuesday Our people occupy the Ministry of Magic, if you fail," Voldemort changed his voice and stared coldly at Lucius: "I will send your family to meet Abraxas."

Lucius turned pale, while Arnold smiled sarcastically.

"Arnold, I have another matter for you - only you." Voldemort in the armchair looked at Arnold, and suddenly showed an uneasy smile.

A sense of foreboding ran through Eridins' heart.

"A great honor, Master." Arnold looked at Voldemort.

"After the fall of the Ministry of Magic, I want you to prepare a grand wedding—the bride is my only daughter—" Under everyone's gaze, Voldemort smiled unpredictablely, "The groom is the last of the Black family. A male—”

"Sirris Black."