Chapter 417: The war begins

The dim horizon was suddenly illuminated by a pale golden light, and a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and spilled onto the ground.
This day is destined to be a calm day.
In the afternoon, the atmosphere in Malfoy Manor was extremely heavy.
The hall was quiet and silent, and the firelight of the candle reflected the shadow of the people on the stone wall, swaying with the flame floating.
The long table in front of Voldemort exudes a cold air.
Instead of sitting on the high throne, he sat at the long table.
"Today is destined to be an extraordinary day."
"I want to hear your thoughts." Voldemort showed his rare smile.
That smile made Malfoy creepy.
Very distorted, unlike the brutal bloodthirsty smile in the past, it seems to be a genuine smile from the heart.
But that was exactly what made him more horrified.
And while Malfoy was thinking, his mother suddenly stood up from the seat and knelt before Voldemort.
"Master, please, don't let Draco go to the battlefield, he hasn't even reached adulthood," Narcissa begged.
"Naxisha!" Lucius's voice became panic and low, and there was no time to stop it.
"Oh?" The Dark Lord looked at the woman, revealing a difficult expression.
"Master, my mother may be a little too nervous." Malfoy immediately stood up from his seat, bowed and explained with his head down.
Lucius also stood up and owed himself.
"As a result, your family of three doesn't want to go to the front line, does it?" Voldemort said in an intriguing tone.
Lucius and Narcissa have been excluded from the core, due to the diary.
But their son still has a very high level of trust.
"That's nothing." Voldemort shook his head and said to Yan Yue.
Malfoy's pupil shrank suddenly...he always felt something went wrong.
"Master, thank you for your kindness," Narcissa said gratefully.
"But it is impossible to enjoy the fruits of victory out of thin air..."
"let me see……"
"You take care of Nagini, Draco?"
Malfoy's palm squeezed into a fist suddenly, something unbelievable.
Nagini was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, which was made when he re-emerged. It should have been Bertha Jorkins, or Muggle Frank.
But none of them died.
However, according to Voldemort's character and the selection of Horcruxes, it will certainly not be easily changed. Nagini has followed him for many years, in the Albanian forest, far longer than his most loyal subordinates.
It is a great choice.
Malfoy opened his mind and verified once before.
Just approaching, the negative emotions of distortion, evil, and fear are used like a tide.
Malfoy even tried to guess that Peter's disappearance might have been killed by Voldemort, which was the result of anger.
To a large extent, Malfoy stayed here just to seek opportunities to kill Nagini, and has been tirelessly seeking opportunities. Now, Voldemort has sent the butcher knife to his hands, giving him a kind of illusory Realistic.
"Draco, what do you think?"
"Everything you listen to." Malfoy did not act very positively.
"Then as your mother wished." Voldemort laughed proudly.
"It's in my bedroom, you can guard him later."
"Do you have any other objections?" He then asked.
Those with a slight IQ are responding with growls.
"Oh, what about that mud type?"
"It has been dealt with according to your request." Malfoy said humbly.
Outside this hall was a rough wooden frame with a cross standing on it. "Hermione" was bound like was tortured, his hands tied in a horizontal line, and his head leaned slightly.
The scarlet eyes shrank suddenly.
Malfoy was immediately nervous, afraid that something might go wrong and be discerned.
"It seems that I'm thinking too much, I thought you would be a little soft-hearted. After all, many people are crazy for the so-called love, you are very reasonable." Said very satisfied.
"The mud type is not good enough for you. Those humble hybrids will only be our playthings, slaves."
"She seems to be in a coma spell?"
"If she wakes up, she will obviously say something profane to your master," Malfoy said respectfully.
"Thoughtful. I believe you can protect Nagini and trust me."
"Of course, my master." Malfoy stepped back and said respectfully.
Voldemort suddenly raised his head and looked at the increasingly brighter sky, then he gently waved the sleeve of his robe.
"set off."
The werewolf screamed, and the vampire grinded his fangs.
The army of Death Eaters set off from the Malfoy Manor.
The prelude to the war has already begun
The Malfoy family~EbookFREE.me~ looked like a visitor, silently looking at the group of uninvited guests who occupied the magpie's nest, and gradually left, they left behind a mess of everything.
"Father, Mom, you are going to Grimmauld Place now. I made Dobby a confidential person."
Malfoy hugged his parents' shoulders and said softly.
This is a nearly unsolved cycle.
"Draco you..." Narcissa stretched out her hand, gently brushing her son's short blonde hair, with pity in his eyes.
"Thank you mother, it helped me a lot." Malfoy smiled and lowered his head.
"What do you want to do, Draco." Lucius' voice was very low, quite different from the usual calmness.
"Dad, that's the right thing to do." Malfoy's tone froze, his eyes filled with firmness.
His parents seemed to guess what their son wanted to do.