Vol 2 Chapter 1606: Werewolf and death

Regardless of this, the Death Eaters are happy to see others unlucky, as long as they are not themselves. It was so happier to see the Bellatrix and Malfoy family being so humiliated. Bellatrix was just too happy to be flushed, but at this moment his face was red and white, which was ugly.
"Master, she is not our niece." She shouted in a noisy laughter. "Just like the Sirius being driven out of the Black family, our sister is also a shame of the family, since she married the mud. I was removed from the family. We, Narcissa and I, never looked at her and had no relationship with her. The child, and the animal she married, had nothing to do with us.

"Draco, what do you say?" Voldemort asked, his voice was very light, but it clearly covered the screams and laughter. "Will you take care of the little wolf scorpions? If I let you go there Are you willing to go?"
Named by Voldemort, Draco Malfoy stunned.
He subconsciously grabbed his arm and looked at his father in horror.
His father stared down at his knees and then he met his mother's gaze.
His mother shook her head almost imperceptibly, then stared blankly at the opposite wall.
Draco didn't seem to see the mother's response, or didn't understand how to answer it. His anxious thoughts were blurred and he fell into another terrible memory. He couldn't help but think of the punishment he had received last summer. Voldemort gave the Malfoy family a heavy punishment because his father did not do things well.
What does Voldemort mean? Werewolf? Little wolf scorpion?
Let Draco take care of them?
Since Finril Greyback was killed by Ai Wen in the last action, the werewolf army assembled in the underground world was in a mess. It was supposed to be the most threatening and combative werewolf in Voldemort’s dark army, but now it has become A plate of sand, they urgently need...
Do not! ! !
No matter which one, Draco doesn't want to get into contact with the werewolf anymore.
His hand holding his arm became harder and paler, and Greyback was dead. He should be free from this terrible threat.
His father said that there will be a way, everything will have a way...
Because Draco has not answered Voldemort, the scene is more lively.
"Enough!" Voldemort whispered, "playing his wand, "Enough."
The laughter subsided immediately and the atmosphere became depressed again.

For a long time, many of our oldest families have become a bit sick.
He said, Bellatrix held his breath and stared at him earnestly.
You have to trim the leaves to keep it healthy, isn’t it? Cut off those parts that threaten overall health."
"Yes, Master!" Bellatrix whispered, his expression was frenzied, and his eyes filled with grateful tears. "As long as there is a chance!"
"There will be opportunities." Voldemort said that his left arm again shook unnaturally. "In your family, in the whole world... we have to take away those sores that invade us until we only have blood." Pure wizard...we want to build a new order and build a new world..."
Voldemort said as he slowly lifted Lucius Malfoy's wand with his right hand and pointed it at the human body that was slightly rotating above the table.
The man woke up and began to desperately break free of the invisible ropes.
"Do you recognize our guests, Severus?" Voldemort asked.
Snape raised his eyes and looked at the upside down face, expressionless.
At this moment, all the Death Eaters looked up at the captured person, as if they were approved, they could show their curiosity.
When the woman turned to face the fire, she said in a hoarse and fearful voice, "Severus! Help me!"
"Oh, I recognized it." Snape said that the prisoner had slowly turned.
"What about you, Draco?" Voldemort asked with the hand of the wand without touching the nose of the serpent.
Draco shook his head and became even more frightened.
Now that the woman is awake, he seems to dare not look at her again.
"It's not surprising, you probably haven't attended her class." Voldemort said, "Some people may not know her. Let me tell you. Come to us tonight is Kaidi Bubji. She has been Teaching at the Hogwarts School of Magic."
A soft, stunned voice was heard around the table, and a woman with wide shoulders, hunchback, and pointed teeth giggled.

Yes, Professor Bubaki teaches the children of the wizards to learn all about Muggles and tells them that there is not much difference between Muggles and us...

A Death Eater spit in the ground, and Kerry Di Bhagji turned to face Snape. "Severus, beg you, beg you..."
"Quiet." Voldemort said and gently flicked Malfoy's wand. Karedi was blocked and stopped immediately. "Professor Bubaki is not satisfied with corrupting the minds of the wizarding children. The week also wrote an article in the newspaper, arrogantly defending the mud, she said that the wizard must tolerate the knowledge and magic of those who steal them. Professor Bubaki said that the reduction in the number of purebred witches is a very welcome phenomenon. She hopes that we will all be with Muggles... no doubt, there are werewolves...married..."
Draco Malfoy stunned again. He hadn't let go of the hand holding his arm. He was messy inside his head, a werewolf for a while, and a black shadow that appeared more and more in the manor house. And Voldemort's terrible laughter, all of which eventually converge into the same picture: Dumbledore was hit by the cursive green light and fell from the astronomical tower.
That is the root of all nightmares. If Dumbledore is still alive, he will definitely help him. But now, he is isolated and helpless. He knows that his parents did not dare to resist in front of Voldemort. Maybe in the near future, he will be ......
I ignored the idea of ​​Draco Malfoy. After Voldemort had finished speaking, this time, no one laughed in the lounge.
There is no doubt that Voldemort’s voice is full of anger and contempt.
For the third time, Carredi Bubaji turned to face Snape, tears pouring from her eyes, flowing into her hair, pleading silently.
Snape looked at her indifferently, and slowly, she turned again.
"Avada Kedavra."
A green light lit every corner of the room, and with a loud bang, Karedi fell to the table and shook the table and snorted.
Several Death Eaters were indented into the chair, and Draco slipped from the seat to the floor. He suddenly woke up from his memories and was drawn into a more cruel reality.
"Good wand!" Voldemort whispered. "This time, we will succeed. This world and everything above belongs to me."