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Little Malfoy couldn't help but scream as he felt pain like a soldering iron. Voldemort still had that cruel smile on his face, and his hands seemed to be made of iron pipes, tightly clamping down on Malfoy's body.

Arm, looking at the tip of the wand, a light red light came out.

Voldemort obviously had no idea of ​​improving this magic to give pain to Death Eaters.

In his view, pain is a test of obedience.

He needs obedient servants.

Under his wand, a crooked Death Eater mark appeared on Draco Malfoy's arm.

"What a beautiful sign, Malfoy, you have become an excellent Death Eater just like your father."

Voldemort murmured in a low voice, hissing like a snake. The scarlet light in his eyes became even brighter, and he stared at little Malfoy unblinkingly.

He wanted to smell any resentment in Malfoy.

There is no smell of resentment.

He only smelled extreme fear in Malfoy.

This made Voldemort very happy.

He was very satisfied.

"Ah, Draco, my dear servant," Voldemort raised his wand and placed it on Draco Malfoy's temple. "As my loyal servant, you deserve to be rewarded."

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Outside the door, Narcissa heard her son's scream and tried desperately to rush in. She was desperate, but Lucius Malfoy grabbed her arm fiercely next to her.

"No, don't."

Lucius Malfoy was frightened and shook his head in a low voice to his wife, "Draco will be fine, you can't go in, Narcissa, it will kill you and Draco."

He doesn't like his servants to have any opinions about him..."

Lucius still understands the Dark Lord.

He glanced at the unclosed door in fear, knowing that it was a trap.

A trap for him from the Malfoy family.

At this time, the wife cannot go in. If she does, the Dark Lord will kill his wife without hesitation.

"My Healing Game"

Will also kill Draco.

He would not allow his men to have any resentment against him.

"We still have a chance, we still have a chance, and we will definitely find a way."

He comforted his wife in a low voice and held her in his arms.

What the Malfoy family is best at is playing both sides.

Narcissa looked very pale. Lucius hugged his wife tightly and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Draco will be fine."

But at times like this, Lucius Malfoy's words always sounded like he was comforting himself.

Narcissa, who was familiar with Lucius, became even more uneasy when she heard this.

She was trembling all over.

It was cold.

In the hall, poor Draco Malfoy's face was as pale as a piece of paper.

He sat on the chair with trembling legs, and Voldemort stood behind him, looking at him.

The magic sound fills the ears.

"As my servant, I will give you a chance to perform..."

Voldemort babbled, if Bella were here, she might faint from happiness after hearing Voldemort's words, because this comes from the trust of her master.

But Malfoy did not have this awareness.

He is just a spoiled child with some arrogance unique to pure-blood families.

Faced with such a situation, he obviously didn't know what he should say.

So he remained silent.

Voldemort didn't care about this.

The smile on his face became even more terrifying.

"I heard that you and Harry Potter were classmates?"

Hearing Harry Potter's name, Draco Malfoy trembled. Voldemort did not wait for his answer. He continued: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, my Draco, I won't be stupid enough to call Harry Potter."

You go to Hogwarts and kill Harry Potter.

With Dumbledore here, you can't do anything.

Moreover, Harry Potter is mine, and only I can kill this child."

He grabbed Draco Malfoy's shoulders with both hands, put his pale and bloodless face close to Draco Malfoy and said: "Two things, Draco, the first thing,

I ask you to observe carefully inside the school.

I wish you could find someone, Dowey Jones."

Voldemort waved his wand, and a piece of paper floated over in front of his eyes and landed in front of Draco Malfoy. He motioned Draco Malfoy to look at the newspaper and said: "This person,

Remember his face, don't think about doing anything to him, you are no match for him, Draco.

You just need to find him and call an owl to notify me. If you find it troublesome, I have a magic spell for you. If you find the magic spells I left in your mind, you can contact me."

After he finished speaking, he said to Draco: "The second question, Draco, keep an eye on Harry Potter and remember everything he does.

But, you don't have to do anything.

That's enough.

Don't let Dumbledore doubt you."

After saying these words, he straightened up and said, "Do you understand what I said? Draco?"

Draco Malfoy nodded stiffly.

"Good boy!"

He knocked on the table and said, "The dinner can begin."

Voldemort doesn't know how to eat. He has long since reached the point where he can survive without eating or drinking. Because of Scrimgeour, at least Voldemort saw it. Because of Scrimgeour, their banquet was...

There are not many people.

"A nasty, tough guy should be killed, right?"

Voldemort smiled and said to Draco.

Draco nodded numbly, not knowing what he should do, but subconsciously went to see his mother.

Voldemort saw this and said: "Oh, it seems that our Mr. Draco misses his mother very much. Well, sit with your mother."

Candles were lit.

hall.

There are only a few people.

Not many of the Death Eaters that Voldemort summoned from Germany are alive.

Draco Malfoy looked at Lucius Malfoy, his father, standing next to the table, with mixed feelings in his heart.

What he couldn't understand was that, first, his father was still alive, and second, his father was as humble as a house elf, standing aside while others were eating, while he waited for the leftovers.

Draco couldn't accept this emotionally.

Also, among the people who came to the table this time, there was someone Draco Malfoy had not expected.

In Diagon Alley, the owner of the ice cream shop, Mr. Florin.

He doesn't seem very willing to appear here. He is a pure blood. Yes, there is no doubt that he is a pure blood wizard. He is also an old wizard who has lived for hundreds of years. He is very kind. For

Ancient magic has some unique insights.

However, judging from his expression and the scars on his face, it is true that he does not like eating here very much, and he does not receive any preferential treatment here.

"Why don't you eat? Mr. Florin, is it because the food here is not to your liking?"

Voldemort asked. He snapped his fingers and a trembling house elf appeared not far away.

"Good job you did!"

Voldemort stretched out his wand, a green light flashed past, and Draco Malfoy felt his heart being gripped fiercely!

He subconsciously twitched, and not far from him, the house elf fell to the ground.

"That's enough."

Mr. Florin couldn't help but say, he licked his lips, mustered up the courage to look at the Dark Lord and said: "I don't know, I don't know the answer to your question, and I don't know what to do.

You don’t have to threaten me anymore.”

Mr. Florin didn't know why he was caught here at first.

Until the Dark Lord asked him a question.

About the ancient magic of love.

To be honest, the wizarding world has always been studying the magic of love, but unfortunately, whether it is the magic of love or the unforgivable curse like Avada Kedavra, the industry has been studying it for a long time, but there are also many debates.

Even Florin couldn't give an idea, especially since Mr. Florin was keenly aware that the answer to this question might be related to Harry Potter, and he was even more reluctant to speak out about his problem.

The answer is.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously.

He doesn't need the other person to answer.

He just needs the other person to subconsciously remember the answers to these questions.

It was like he discovered that Mr. Florin knew that he was dealing with Harry Potter.

"Eat."

Voldemort said no more, and signaled that everyone could have their meal.

Draco Malfoy felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He looked at his father frequently. Lucius shook his head imperceptibly at his son, signaling his son not to look at him again.

Voldemort naturally saw this scene, just when he was about to say something.

An unexpected guest came to Malfoy Manor.

A mouse.

Peter Pettigrew!

He finally found his master according to some people's instructions.