[HP] The Last Demon King

The Death Eaters finally found the girl's body lying not far away.

Arthur's face was mixed with confusion and shock, as if he still didn't understand why Eridins was just mentioned, and her body was right in front of him.

"Master... please give me a chance to explain later, and now please allow me to check Eredins' body..." Arnold said prostrate on the ground. "It's possible, she's fine."

Voldemort's chin clicked slightly, and Arnold stood up and walked towards Eridins. After squatting down in front of her to check for a while, his expression twisted subtly, as if he wanted to get angry, but He forced a smile.

"Stop pretending, get up." Arnold smiled, gritted his teeth and said.

So, the person who was still dead in the eyes of everyone just a second ago got up from the ground.

There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and Arnold took back the broken pocket watch from Eridins, and knelt back in front of Voldemort again.

"Master, this pocket watch saved her—it is an heirloom of the Selwyn family, and it can resist three unforgivables—I gave it to her three years ago, just to protect her safety—please believe it I, Selwyn, have absolutely no intention of harming her."

"Really?" said Voldemort softly, "I'll see for myself - Legilimency!"

The cemetery disappeared in front of Eridins' eyes, and the scene began to recede. She pretended to be dead and tried to find an opportunity to snatch the Triwizard Cup and escape... She woke up from the coma after being hit by Avada... She killed the Blast-tailed Skrew in the maze ...Malfoy before the game...

Do not……

Get out!

Eridins was shocked suddenly, the strong resentment and resistance in her heart tore apart the illusion, the already empty pupils suddenly expanded, and the cold light like gems flashed again, and in an instant, the surrounding scene changed back to the cemetery. Ridge's chest heaved violently, and it took almost all of her strength just to drive Voldemort's thoughts out of her mind.

Eridins's exhausted body tilted backwards, and with her injured left foot, she took a few steps back to stabilize herself again.

But no one laughed, and there was an unusual silence among the Death Eaters.

"Excellent magic, a calm mind, and a thirst for knowledge and power." Voldemort squinted at Eridins, and the strange pair of red eyes under his eyelids exuded a tyrannical and cruel light: "I kind of believe that you are My blood is gone, but—"

"How can I know that you were not sent up by someone with a heart to deceive me?" Voldemort said softly, without looking at anyone other than Eridins, but Lucius' hands in his sleeves trembled involuntarily: "After all, your master has lost his body, so you can't use blood magic to test whether it's true or false. Maybe you just send someone to fool your poor master—he's still dumb—so it's completely reasonable that he can't speak Parseltongue. ——" Voldemort's words became more and more cold, and Lucius' voice came out from under the mask immediately: "Master, I will never lie to you. I observed her for three years before I came to a conclusion."

"I'm not going to punish you. But she..." Voldemort's terrifying red eyes turned to Eridins: "Crucio!"

Eridiens hid, but Voldemort seemed to know where she was going to hide, and the spell hit Eridiens exactly.

Her whole body seemed to be burning, as if a knife was carefully cutting the skin off her body, every part of her body was in burning pain, and the bones all over her body seemed to be being beaten inch by inch, Eri Tingsi knelt on the ground, digging her nails deeply into the wet ground, her whole body was drenched with sweat, and the sweat beads rolling from her forehead fell on the ground in large drops, and disappeared in an instant.

There was oppressive silence all around, and from the corner of her vision, Eridins saw Arnold's and Arthur's feet standing quietly in place.

"It's a small punishment." Voldemort raised his wand indifferently. "Because you dare to reject my Legilimency."

Eridins forced her limp body not to fall, not to fall—don’t fall—she kept forcing herself in her mind.

"Now let's play a simple game." Voldemort retracted his wand, and his only more human-like mouth twisted a thin sneer: "You have a chance to answer me, are you my child? If you say no , then one of Arnold and Lucius who lied to me will die, if you say yes, then you have to produce evidence to convince me, if you can’t convince me, then...you will die."

Arnold's face was pale, and Eridins believed that Lucius could not be better than him under the mask.

Arnold never revealed to her that Voldemort was her biological father. Anna said that her father was a hero. Judging from Anna's hatred of Voldemort, Anna obviously would not regard Voldemort as a hero.

If she hadn't understood Arnold's nature, Eridins would have thought that Arnold deliberately deceived Voldemort while he lost his body and could not verify it.

Both Arnold and Lucius looked at her nervously and terrified, and Arnold met Arnold's eager eyes, confirming that he really thought she was Voldemort's blood.

If Arnold dies, neither Anna nor Arthur has the talent of the patriarch, Selwyn will only continue to decline, but this has nothing to do with her, she will never rely on the family, but if Lucius dies...

She couldn't imagine the Malfoy family without Lucius, nor could she imagine a Malfoy associated with decadence, decline, grief, helplessness, and downfall.She rejected such an idea.

"I can prove that I am your bloodline." Eridins raised her head, her black eyes that always shone coldly like jewels were astonishingly bright, she didn't wave her wand, but the word Appearance appeared in the air.

She put one hand on the ground and stood up with difficulty. After standing upright, she looked at the big snake beside Voldemort: "I can understand snake language, and I know how to say it, but I can't speak it out. My voice can't Make any noise."

She deliberately didn't look at the expression on Potter who was tied up.

Voldemort looked at her for a while, then opened his mouth, and what came out of his mouth was a hissing Parseltongue: "The Parseltongue doesn't explain anything, Dumbledore also understands a little Parseltongue."

Voldemort's words just proved that he believed in what Parseltongue could prove, otherwise he wouldn't have tried her with Parseltongue instead.

"I was born to understand snakes, but Dumbledore learned it. No matter what you say, I can understand, but Dumbledore can't. I can also use the Imperius Curse to control others to speak snake language." Eridins clenched her palms tightly, feeling that her palms were soaking wet. This was a big gamble.

Voldemort fell silent, as if weighing the credibility of Eridins' words, Eridins was holding her wand tightly, ready to swing it at any time, her whole body was tensed like a string, her eyes blinked Without blinking, he watched Voldemort's wand.

In this unbearable, smoldering silence, Voldemort said: "From now on I will pay attention to what you say, if I find out that you have deceived me..." He didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but the meaning was self-evident. Metaphor.

"And now—Eridins Selwyn. You are welcome back to me, my child."

The Death Eaters forming a circle silently made room around Arthur.

Eridins lowered her eyes: "My pleasure."

With her head down, she limped to Arthur's side and joined the circle.

Next, Eridins watched as Voldemort returned the wand to Potter, as if he was going to have a duel with Potter.

This was originally a battle without any suspense, but a miracle happened like this. Harry Potter's wand and Voldemort's wand resonated, and a light curtain enveloped the two of them, and the Death Eaters outside There was a mess, trying to cast a spell at Potter, but Voldemort stopped them by shouting: "Don't move! Don't move without my order!"

Eridins watched the first change that could be called tense on Voldemort's face in the mask, and she was thinking about whether it would be effective to cast a death curse on Voldemort at this time.

The ghosts who came out of Voldemort's wand surrounded him, and Potter took the opportunity to cut off the resonance and ran to the Triwizard Cup in the chaos.

"The trophy is coming!"

A Death Eater raised his wand at him, Eridins squeezed the wand tightly and waved it behind him, the Death Eater's wand pointed slightly askew, the spell hit the ground next to Potter, and Porter grabbed the Triwizard Cup, and in a flash he disappeared.

"No! He escaped!" Voldemort broke free from the surrounding of those ghosts, and roared furiously: "You trash! You can't even catch a child!"

The Death Eaters knelt down in fear. They trembled, not daring to look up at Voldemort's furious face, for fear that their anger would be poured on them if they were not careful.

"Nott, Potter was the closest to you at that time, why didn't you catch him?" Voldemort's red eyes seemed to be burning, and the eyes that shot out were like hot knives, stabbing hard at a kneeling Death Eater. on the disciples.

"Master, I stopped him...but I don't know why, my spell missed...it shouldn't be..."

"I don't want to hear your sophistry! Crucio—"

Nott kept screaming on the ground, and the convulsions reminded Eridens of the spider in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Voldemort's anger was much stronger than that of Eredins at that time, and Nott's torment continued For more than ten minutes, no Death Eater stood up to plead for mercy. It was better for the Cruciatus Curse to fall on others than on oneself.

Among the many Death Eaters, only Eridins watched Voldemort intently through the thick night.

Her heart was neither fear nor anger, but excitement that made every cell tremble.

She was tired of the flat and boring road, and the mound that could be climbed easily, but today, she saw a rugged and steep peak.

She wants to go over it, trample it, conquer it, occupy it, devour it.

This is a game, the reward is rich, she not only wants Voldemort to kneel at her feet one day to repay today's shame, including his country, his wealth, his knowledge and power - everything about him, Eri Tingsi will devour him.