Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Lucius? Come in." Even though he didn't knock on the door, Voldemort's keen sense in the room still knew that someone was coming.

The man's hoarse and arrogant voice reached Lucius' ears through a wooden door.

The latter dared to open the door and walked in lightly.

"Lucius, it looks like you've encountered something good?" Voldemort was half lying on an exquisite sofa armchair, holding up the silver-white teacup in his hand, and playing with it at will, his mood also seemed relaxed at this time. Extremely.

The funeral of his nemesis was over. They couldn't even find Dumbledore's body, so they cremated him, which must be said to be a big joke.

So far, no one is a threat to him.

"Yes, Master, Albus Dumbledore was defeated by you, so my son also came back secretly, and is now in the parlour, having dinner with his mother." Lucius squeezed out his pale face. With a flattering smile, she bent her waist and said flatteringly.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed on the pale snake face, his tongue stuck out, and he licked his lips.

"Very good." He nodded.

"Voldemort has never lacked generous rewards for his loyal and useful men," Voldemort said proudly.

"That's right. Tomorrow, I will welcome some guests, and I will also introduce your son to them - as one of the heroes of my comeback, he will receive supreme honor."

"Of course, they might be rude and uncivilized, Lucius? Wouldn't you mind?" Voldemort's tone seemed to ask for an answer, but in fact it wasn't questionable.

No one is stupid enough to question it.

"This is my honor, Master." Lucius bowed down reverently.

He can guess what kind of guests will be welcomed at Malfoy Manor tomorrow.

"Don't worry, your son - Draco Malfoy, as a Death Eater who helped the Dark Lord and made such a great sacrifice, I will never forget his exploits." Voldemort rubbed his wand. , said proudly.

"You go." Voldemort waved his hand and told his men to leave.

"Okay, master."

Time passed faster than expected.

The evening of the second day came quickly, and the dark night began to fall.

Wiltshire, England.

Many cloaked people began to gather on the streets nearby, then walked through the straight driveway, through the open iron gate, into the courtyard wall, over the lawn, and walked towards the gorgeous and elegant mansion ahead go.

It is worth mentioning that they have different statures, some are extremely tall like giants, some are stooped like dwarfs, and some have a white hat on their cloak, which looks very funny.

In the courtyard wall at this time, a pair of symmetrical fountains are running non-stop. In the half space, a thin layer of water mist is aroused. If there is sunlight at this moment, it will definitely reflect brilliant rays of light.

However, it was already evening and the sky was gloomy, so obviously this scene would not occur.

The behavior of this group of people was very rude. The sound of footsteps woke the sleeping peacock. It stared at the group of outsiders angrily, and then was scared to retreat behind the tall hedge and hide.

Especially the tall group of people hiding under their cloaks, they could smell the blood and stench on their bodies from far away. The instinct of animals made this proud peacock immediately decide to retreat. .

And when they walked up the gorgeous steps engraved with patterns, the silver door opened voluntarily to welcome them.

In front of them is a large living room, the once resplendent living room has been transformed so that it is almost unrecognizable.

Except for the dark marble fireplace still leaning against a corner of the wall, in its original state.

The few gorgeous chandeliers exuding silver have now been replaced. The few candles lit on the dark red log round table exude dim light, and the candlelight flickers, showing an eerie blood-red color.

The soft white light of the past is completely replaced.

The rectangular table that the Malfoy family of three used to eat yesterday has been replaced, and a huge round table is placed in the center of the living room.

The round table, it is said, was made to show equality of status according to its original purpose.

Legend has it that King Arthur of Britain obtained it from the father of his queen Guinevere.

The meaning of the round table is "equality" and "unity". Only at the round table is there no difference in status and distinction between rulers and ministers, and everyone is allowed to speak freely.

Of course, the original intention of anything will change as it develops.

As for the equality of status here, it is the status between the subordinates.

Voldemort, still high above, looked down at everything below him.

To this end, within the day, the flat floor of the living room has been built with high layers of brown stone stairs, spreading upwards, and the cruel daemon sits on a luxurious throne, a symbol of power, and looks like a king. His new recruits.

They had already gathered at this time, around a huge mahogany round table.

The cold silver sword and the quaint wand were embedded in the back of the seat where Voldemort was sitting, and the cold breath and sharp touch of the silver made people shudder.

His right hand stroked the black iron handrail that was curved like a snake, and at the end was the appearance of a snake's head, as if he was stroking his lover.

And Nagini, who really belongs to the snake class, is hissing and spitting out letters, wrapped around Voldemort's feet, staring at everyone with his narrow eyes, and wherever his eyes go, those who are watching will be unconscious. of cold all over.

This house is huge.

The drawing room of Malfoy Manor has now been transformed beyond recognition.

On the other two walls, one side is covered with the heads of rare and strange beasts, some of which are well preserved, and the other part of the flesh and blood has been hollowed out. After drying, it looks like a hideous skeleton, and one side is hung with a long mural. .

The crystal chandeliers on the ceiling had long since been removed, and the soft white light was replaced by the dim red light of a few candles lit on the round table.

And the sparks looming between the marble fireplaces, also providing some subtle light.

"Everyone's here, right?"

"Today, the first thing I do here, is to introduce a hero to you."

"This is my most loyal subordinate. He helped me regain my life. In addition, he once succeeded in Dumbledore's subordinates, and made countless Aurors who tracked him to return without success." Voldemort stretched out a pale slender Finger, pointing to Malfoy in front of the round table.

This is also for Liwei.

It is not easy to introduce someone of an important position without an inch of merit, which is unconvincing.

Hearing this, in front of the large round table. The man in the black cloak began to whisper.