Hogwarts Homecoming

A figure suddenly appeared from mid-air, and then, wrapped in gray mist, fell to the withered lawn in the yard with a thud.

"Brain!"

The figure seemed to have been hit by the Cruciatus Curse and was suffering unimaginable pain.

He struggled fiercely on the lawn, turning over and over and screaming!

For a few seconds that stretched out, Narcissa and Bella both stared at the man blankly, their sluggish thoughts turning hard.

The Dark Lord was defeated again?

After he surrendered to the double snake staff and gained more powerful power, he failed again?

when.

Has the Dark Lord become so miserable?

Where is the powerful Dark Lord who once made the entire magical world tremble with fear just by his name?

Where was the all-controlling, graceful Dark Lord?

Why after this resurrection, not only was he unable to establish the deterrence he once had over the magic world, but even the powerful magic power he relied on failed again and again?

"Owner!"

While Narcissa was still thinking about whether the Dark Lord had been defeated by Brian and Dumbledore, Bella let out a sharp whine and ran towards the figure.

"Master, my master!"

Bella cried and threw herself on Voldemort, calling emotionally,

"What should I do, Master, how can I help you!"

The only response she received was a painful roar like a beast's roar!

Voldemort's eyes were bulging, and his terrifying eyes were undergoing a strange change.

Sometimes it is bright red and seems to be dripping with blood, and sometimes the scarlet color becomes thin.

The meridians on his forehead were also protruding, and the blood vessels were not cyan but dark gray.

The twin snake staffs with rising gray mist lay quietly on the side, with four snake eyes staring at Voldemort, their eyes flickering with sarcasm.

"Brain!"

Voldemort gritted his teeth and howled. He felt as if his whole body was being ignited by flames, and the burning pain became more intense as time went by!

A strange emotion was eroding his heart, running rampant in his heart like a wild horse!

This emotion was unfamiliar to him and extremely scary to him. He tried his best to suppress it and resist it.

But the more he did this, the more painful the situation became for him, like his soul being grilled on a fierce fire!

"What kind of magic is this!"

Voldemort whimpered in pain.

He had learned a lot from ancient times to the present, but with all his wisdom, he could not imagine what kind of magic Brian had cast that could actually bring him such pain.

It even makes him long for death to get rid of it!

"Come and help me, Narcissa!"

Bella, who was heartbroken, burst into tears. She hugged the Dark Lord with all her strength, wailing in despair.

Narcissa only felt frightened, but not sad at all.

If possible, she hoped that the Dark Lord would just die of pain.

However, she is indeed a little curious

Such a powerful dark lord

What happened to him that made him so helpless?

Narcissa raised her eyebrows and approached cautiously.

She looked at the frantic Dark Lord who seemed to be in pain, and a rebellious thought emerged from the bottom of her heart.

The Dark Lord seemed to have no strength left to resist.

ifif

If she killed the Dark Lord here

As soon as this idea appears from the bottom of my heart, it becomes uncontrollable and grows wantonly!

If she kills the Dark Lord, then the Malfoy family can become a heroic family in the British wizarding world!

Although Lucius defected to Brian, after the war, this could only be regarded as the Malfoy family repenting.

Maybe Brain and the Wizengamot can be a little more lenient when it comes to sentencing, but the Malfoy family will still inevitably suffer from Brain's suppression like other pure-blood families.

Taking advantage of the great momentum, no one in Blaine dared to resist at that time.

But if she were here today to kill the Dark Lord.

The Malfoy family not only repented, but also set things right!

Even Blaine must respect them!

call.

Narcissa's breathing quickened as she slowly approached Voldemort. The wand in her sleeve was slipping.

Buzz!

A trembling sound suddenly woke up Narcissa, whose thoughts were gradually immersed in murderous intent.

She looked in shock and saw on the lawn beside the Dark Lord, the twin snake staffs automatically floated up from the ground and fell into the hands of the still struggling Dark Lord.

When her eyes touched the cold red snake eyes of the double snake staff, Narcissa's body trembled violently, and the murderous intention in her heart was suddenly wiped away!

Although the Dark Lord is weak, he still possesses the double snake staff. This staff is still protecting him!

"Think of a solution quickly, Narcissa!"

Bella was not aware at all that her sister had just had the idea of ​​​​killing her beloved master, and she helplessly turned to her for help.

Although she knew that Narcissa might not be able to do anything.

"Let's get the Dark Lord into the room first."

Narcissa glanced at the double snake staff with fear, pursed her lips and said.

"Oh hoo, you're right, Narcissa--"

Bella nodded like garlic.

It certainly didn't look like having the great Dark Lord rolling around on the lawn.

If he were a Muggle, the Dark Lord would be a complete old man, but his body was like that of a mature man, with tight and heavy muscles.

No Death Eater had ever touched the Dark Lord's body.

This discovery made the two Death Eaters who supported him feel a little bit different.

Narcissa felt that she was holding a monster, an ageless monster.

Bellatrix was grieving, but she was moved by piety.

The two women carried Voldemort to the second floor with difficulty, found a guest room closest to the stairs, and put him on the bed.

But Voldemort's pain did not ease at all. He could sense what was happening. His eyes glanced at Narcissa and Bella from time to time.

He was a little moved. But then, this feeling brought him endless anger and fear!

He was so weak now.

His Death Eaters touched his body without permission.

What if they wanted to take his life!

Let alone punishment, he couldn't even scold them!

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He had lost control of his body. In addition to resisting the burning emotion that frightened his heart, his few sober minds were only enough to perceive the surrounding environment.

"Next"

The Dark Lord lying on the bed was trembling like a sieve. Bella, who was lying on him and holding him down to prevent him from rolling off the bed, could still feel through the black robe that the Dark Lord's body was burning like fire.

"Next, what should I do, Narcissa!"

Bella cried hoarsely. She was completely at a loss. She didn't know how to treat the magical damage suffered by her master, and how to relieve his pain.

As powerful as the Dark Lord was, he couldn't save himself. With her magical knowledge, what could she do?

"We can't help him."

Narcissa also felt a little sad. Not for the Dark Lord, but for her heartbroken sister.

Her sister

Bellatrix really did it. Loyalty to the Dark Lord surpassed everything in life.

"We don't know what kind of blow the Dark Lord suffered. I can go find some potions and try to help the Dark Lord recover his spirit--"

Narcissa didn't want to see Bella crying, so stupid.

She whispered, then turned around and walked out of the room quickly.

"Oh, yes. A potion to restore your spirit!"

Bella was in a trance for a moment, and she didn't even realize that Narcissa had left the room.

"Potion."

Like a demon, Bella whispered while trying desperately to suppress the struggling Voldemort.

A purple light was in the depths of her gray pupils.

Bella took out a bottle of potion from her pocket. A potion to restore your spirit.

As if possessed by a ghost, she left the Dark Lord's body and sat on the bed.

Poof--

"This potion can help you restore your spirit, my great master"

Bella pulled out the stopper of the potion bottle, and she held down Voldemort's shaking head and handed the bottle mouth to Voldemort's thin lips.

The potion trickled down, wetting the corners of Voldemort's lips.

As the potion in the bottle was reduced, the purple in the depths of Bella's pupils disappeared

And Voldemort's pupils, whose colors were constantly changing, gradually slid to and froze in deep red

Bang!

The bottle was broken, Bella jumped up from the bedside, stepped back two steps, held her head, and stared at the Dark Lord in horror!

What did she do?

She fed the potion given to her by Amosta Blaine to the Dark Lord!

How could she do such a ridiculous thing!

"Bellatrix."

Bella was already in irrepressible despair and panic. She made a big mistake. She might kill the Dark Lord!

Fear even deprived her of her perception. All she could think about was how she should apologize!

But suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice woke her up.

Bella's scattered eyes focused--

It was the Dark Lord on the bed. He stopped struggling, and the pain written on his gray face subsided.

The potion given by Blaine. Really works? !

"Master?"

Bella slowly put down her hand, staring at Voldemort's blood-red eyes in a daze, but she didn't notice that the only remaining clarity in those eyes had disappeared.

"Take off your clothes."

Voldemort squeezed out a beast roar from his throat.

Bellatrix: ???