[HP] The Last Demon King

Most of the Death Eaters were disbanded, only Selwyn and Lucius Malfoy were taken to an old-fashioned old manor, with gloomy skull lamps and dark black red in the corridors. All the rugs show that the owner of the manor is likely to be a dark wizard.

"This is dedicated to me by one of my subordinates. I will stay here temporarily for a short period of time." Voldemort said at the front, he led everyone to a secret hall, and then sat on the only one on the high platform. A chair looked down at them from a height, his cold eyes swept over them, and then fell on Arnold.

"Arnold, look up."

Arnold raised his head, his face turned pale.

After a while, Voldemort spoke, and Eridens knew he had used Legilimency on Arnold: "So, you think I'm going to kill Eredins, who might be a Squib, and that's why I concealed her existence? "

Arnold knelt down immediately, with a trace of panic on his face, but he did not deny Voldemort's statement.

Interestingly, Voldemort did not deny Arnold's speculation either.

"You've imprisoned her for 12 years—" Lucius broke in now, his blue-gray eyes, which were identical to Malfoy's, gleaming with colder hostility than Malfoy's. "As far as I know, until Eridins received the admission notice from Hogwarts, you imprisoned her in the basement without caring about her."

Arthur, who had been silent all this time, was about to burst into flames. He stared at Lucius intensely, as if he had been betrayed.

"This is Selwyn's family business, please shut up, please?" Arnold, who was in suspense in the face of Voldemort, had no scruples in the face of Lucius, and he immediately fought back.

"This is not your family business, it's the master's business." Lucius said coldly. "Also, I didn't tell a lie, Arthur told me all this."

Arnold was choked, he could only turn to give Arthur a hard look, then bowed his head respectfully to Voldemort and said: "Master... please forgive me... As long as she can't prove that she is not a squib, her danger is not It will be eliminated, some Death Eaters will not allow the fact that your blood is a Squib, and in order to protect her, I have no choice but to do this."

"There must be a lot of your selfishness in it." Voldemort rested his right hand on the lifelike and oppressive animal head on the armchair, and leaned against the back of the chair with his thin, skull-like body, and said calmly: "Although your main The purpose is to protect her, but the fact that you imprisoned my blood, the descendants of Salazar will not change."

"Yes." Arnold gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground and said every word: "I am willing to be punished."

Voldemort raised his wand, and Arnold's kneeling body curled up, shaking constantly, but he didn't make a sound.

Arthur, who was watching from the side, turned pale, and Lucius was expressionless.

After a while, Voldemort put down his wand, and Arnold raised his pale and bloodless face, covered with sweat the size of a pea, and said in a trembling voice, "...Thank you, master, for teaching me."

"And Anna... She seems to be very reluctant to give birth to offspring with the blood of Salazar?" Voldemort said coldly, but his eyes narrowed, and a chill leaked from his blood-red eyes.

"Master, I'm not good at teaching as a parent. I'm willing to be punished on her behalf. Please give her a chance..." Arnold buried his head, his forehead on the ground.

Voldemort pondered for a moment, then raised his wand again as a default.

Several minutes later, Voldemort raised his wand and was about to open his mouth. Arthur expected something, and immediately knelt down and said loudly, "Master! Please punish me! I am willing to take my responsibility!"

"Shut up! Arthur." Arnold said after finally gaining the strength to speak. He was lying on the ground, and he couldn't even change himself into a more decent posture, but his intense gaze made people feel helpless than ever Doubtful, he scolded Arthur, then struggled and knelt down again tremblingly: "...Master, you have read my memory, I did not tell Arthur the truth, it is my fault for allowing him to commit violence against your descendants ...It is my responsibility... Please punish me so that I can remember this lesson..."

"No! Master——" Arthur knelt and moved towards Voldemort, but Voldemort stretched out his hand to stop him, and said quietly: "Go back to your place, Arthur."

He used the Cruciatus Curse again on Arnold, and Arnold trembled on the ground in a strange posture, like a marionette being shaken constantly, with hands and feet constantly separating and closing, Eridins saw Arnold's The face, it was a face that seemed to be about to die suddenly in the next moment, the eyeballs protruded outwards, covered with bloodshot eyes, he bit his lips like he did to the most hated enemy, the lips were bloody, and the chin was covered with blood. Stained with blood from the lips.

Arthur knelt on the spot, staring blankly at the convulsed Arnold on the ground, his face was filled with a kind of panic and guilt that seemed to be untouchable, while Lucius suddenly seemed to be concerned about the small piece of ground in front of his feet. A keen interest arose, staring intently.

"Are you afraid?" Voldemort kept the Cruciatus Curse on Arnold's body, and suddenly asked Eridins. "If you intercede for him, I can forgive you."

Arthur immediately looked at Eridins expectantly as if returning to his soul.

"I'm not afraid." Eridins looked at Arnold on the ground, her expression calm, as if what she saw was the big spider in class. "It is his honor to be taught by you."

Arthur's eyes immediately turned into intense anger, and even Lucius glanced at her, but Voldemort showed a faint smile, and this smile appeared on his terrifying face, making him look even more strange and hideous.

"You may call me Father," said Voldemort, his satisfaction at Eridins' answer evident.

"Yes, father."

"You said you could make people speak Parseltongue," said Voldemort, as he finally finished torturing Arnold. "You can do it for me now. People here, you can choose one as the candidate for the soul."

Aritins glanced at the few people present, and then fixed her eyes on Lucius: "Don't resist."

Lucius froze, then nodded stiffly, Eridins waved his wand, Lucius' expression changed immediately, dull and expressionless, he opened his mouth, and a hissing voice came from his mouth: "Father .”

The smile on the corner of Voldemort's mouth became clearer. He put down his right hand resting on the beast's head, leaned forward a little, and uttered the snake language in his mouth: "Is it the Imperius Curse they taught you?"

"I learned it in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the new professor demonstrated it several times in class."

"How many times have you learned it?" Voldemort said with interest. "No one taught you?"

"Yes, father."

"I also learned the Imperius Curse by myself. No one taught me... But when I came into contact with black magic, I was deeply fascinated by it. You are very similar to me... We both have things that others can't match Your talent and ability, you know, your birthday is only three days away from mine." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, this time happily.

Except for the Parseltongue dialogue between Voldemort and Aritins controlling Lucius, only Arnold's suppressed heavy breathing continued in the huge hall.

"I am very honored."

"Okay, boy." Voldemort suddenly changed back to human speech, "Come and let me see why you can't speak."

Aritins ended her hold on Lucius and walked up the steps leading to the dais, before Voldemort.

Voldemort put his hand on Eridins' forehead, and a few strands of silvery light emanated from under his pale palm. After a while, his calm and calm expression turned cold, and he withdrew his hand, looking at the lying on the ground. Arnold: "You hurt her soul?"

Arnold struggled to get up on his knees, but fell down again, and Arthur quickly supported him so that he could kneel on the ground.

"Enough, get up," said Voldemort impatiently.

Arthur carefully supported Arnold to stand up from the ground, "healed as before." With a calm voice, he cast a healing spell on Arnold's bloody lips, and Arnold raised his trembling arms to wipe away the broken flesh and blood on his mouth, She said angrily, "Master...I swear that no one in the Selwyn family has ever done such a thing. Eridins was born like this, unable to make a sound, and never cried..."

"Apart from being unable to make a sound, is there anything abnormal about your body?" Voldemort asked.

Eridings shook her head, she didn't want to tell Voldemort that she had an abnormality in her body, but Arnold said below: "Master, in the second event of the Tournament...she suddenly lost control of her body , She didn't even breathe on the way, as if she died... She didn't wake up until a few minutes later."

"That's because the separation between her soul and body is getting bigger and bigger, and it is already unbearable. In at most two years, her soul will be completely separated from her body, that is, death." Voldemort said coldly: "She can't make a sound. It's just a manifestation of the separation of the spirit body."

"Sorry, master, I didn't realize..." Arnold said.

"It's not your fault. There are only a few people in this world who can distinguish soul damage, but Dumbledore can..." He sneered, "But it seems that a child from a Death Eater family is not worth his trouble."

Erin Tingsi only temporarily believed in Voldemort's statement.

"Father, do you have a solution?"

"Of course...but it's not easy, I have to pay a big price." Voldemort's eyes flowed, and his scarlet eyes turned to the right: "But don't be discouraged, when I think you are worthy of a huge reward, I will Let me solve this trouble for you."

Aritins nodded submissively, as if accepting Voldemort's arrangement without objection.