Chapter 386: Return of Voldemort

In the magnificent underground palace, numerous bricks made of gold are placed in the middle, perhaps the tomb of a certain king, or the remains of the wizard.
At the end of the ruins, dozens of luxurious crystals flashed intoxicating light under the light of the lights, and the beautiful halo refracted was fascinating. The stars of the night pearls embellished the moon and the lights echoed.
But these exquisite ornaments were as if the bomb inside them had been detonated. Suddenly a series of explosions broke apart, and the debris did not splash. Just like the building collapsed, the debris fell down like sand.
In front of this group of treasures stood a man in black robe.
The facial features on his face were extremely strange. His eyes were extremely scarlet. He could barely see his nose. There were only two gaps. The skull was extremely protruding, and he could almost clearly see the direction of his head bones.
No one else is the Dark Lord.
Voldemort violently vented his emotions. .
It seems that some people can always guess his actions, take a step first, or the things he wants to pursue are indispensable, and now he is in the underground palace, which is the remains of the twelfth ancient wizard he has explored. Too.
Muggle's wealth and ordinary magic items didn't appeal to him at all.
He wasted this for nearly half a year.
The only illusory magic school associated with his ancestors, with the exact legend, went to empty handed.
Shemu didn't recognize him, and when he tried to pull it out, he quickly withered.
In addition, there are many, no longer repeat.
At this moment, facing everything in front of him, Voldemort waved the wand in his hand at random, and the flames in front of him rose up a few beams of flame, which rose more than a hundred times brighter than the beadwork, and burned out the carefully constructed coffin.
The elliptical star pattern carefully drawn by the coffin, flowing like life, was cut off and burned.
The people in power can't think of the many measures they made to rest in peace, and they still can't let themselves sleep after death.
"All right."
He made an irritable choice. He let Hogwarts' more nasty reptiles live for some time. He was originally going to settle the accounts first, and then explore slowly.
One's power is limited.
After he has mastered the resources of the entire wizarding world, it may be easier to search again.
After flashing this thought, his mood seemed to be much better.
He made the decision, just a moment of thought, and the man disappeared into the tomb, as if from the future.
A strong sense of oppression suddenly climbed into Malfoy's heart.
At this time, he was lying on the chair, in front of a desk, he unconsciously turned the Muggle dictionary, looking at the words on it, reading mechanically, using this method to relieve some reasons. Discomfort.
When he saw the term "Batu Digua Spider"
Because of the palpitations, he snapped the dictionary with a snap.
The man finally came back.
Suddenly, there is no sign.
Of course, the behavior of the superior does not need to be explained to the lower level, nor does it require a trace of preview.
In the large reception room, the Dark Lord sat on the elaborate throne, and the whole body reflected the faint cold light.
Looking around the room, the flame in the marble fireplace has been extinguished for a long time, hanging on the side of the wall, the crystal lighting in the central ceiling of the hall is dim and dull. The only useful thing is the silver candlestick suspended by a chain on several sides, the candle above emits a faint light Light.
The houses that were so bright in the past became so dim for a while.
However, in terms of cleanliness, it is maintained well, and he has not been neglected because of his long-term departure.
Every once in a while, a house elf keeps cleaning.
The Malfoy family now lives a rather "luxury" life.
There is Klitsch in the old house. Crouch's sparkles completely lost their sense of self and were brought back here.
Although her cleverness disappeared due to too much self-blame and some mental blows, it was okay to do some simple mechanical work.
Suddenly, Voldemort frowned, and the noise outside the courtyard made him annoyed.
Those roars and growls are really annoying.
The door was suddenly pushed open by invisible forces, revealing a gap, and at the same time throwing in some natural lighting, a green light penetrated through the open door slit between the two werewolves who bite each other.
"I'm not here, you seem to have forgotten the rules." Voldemort said coldly.
For werewolves, death may be commonplace.
In other words, in their bloodthirsty minds all day long, there is no definition and understanding of the profound philosophical proposition of death, but it still triggered his fear.
For a time, according to the distance from Voldemort, all the Death Eaters with black demon marks engraved on their arms felt different levels of burns.
Many Death Eaters rushed here.
The long table in front of the Dark Lord was filled with wizards in a blink of an eye.
He looked around.
"If I don't come back again, maybe you all are about to die, ridiculously killing each other."
"Draco, I've read your information, it's very good." He glanced sideways, approvingly.
"What about Severus? Well...should be on the way."
Thin paper floated upright in front of his eyes, and Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly. Every time a piece of paper was skipped, the paper would automatically burn out to a blue flame.
Malfoy lowered his head and accepted the review of the Dark Lord, but Yu Guang secretly swept under the throne.
Nagini was not there.
"Your complexion is not very good?" Voldemort noticed keenly.
However, it is as if the capitalist
cares
about the physical condition of the laborer, just wondering whether they can continue to create value for him.
The same is true for Voldemort.
"No big deal, Master" Malfoy slightly lowered his body, accepting the Dark Lord's "care" calmly.
Subsequently, Voldemort gently tapped his desktop with his long, pale fingers, and all the desktops in front of the werewolves oozed blood.
"Stop drinking the blood of your own kind anymore."
"There will be endless opportunities in the future."
"The only advantage of Muggles is that there are many people, and inferior creatures always hope to rely on quantity to find some inexplicable comfort."
The series of words is not a hint, but an expression.
The Dark Lord will soon start a war, spreading from the wizarding world to the Muggle society.
Voldemort looked at the group of bowed knees, not daring to look directly at his subordinates.
"I don't want to see my subordinates ridiculously kill each other again."
"Vampire, the fugitive wizard of South America...I hope you can make a difference." Voldemort rubbed his wand in his hand.
Under the steps, the wizard, who was hiding in the cloak, and the man in an elegant uniform, who was paler than the Dark Lord, shuddered unconsciously.
"I also hope that ~EbookFREE.me~ as a slave, has the consciousness of a slave."
"In addition, as a guest of this manor, you must also have the consciousness of the guest." I hope you understand.
"At least, don't mess with the layout in other people's homes, do you, Draco."
Malfoy nodded slightly, neither seemed extremely minded nor acted indifferently.
The Dark Lord's move was obviously played by the title, only for Liwei.
"In the future, I will bring you fresh and delicious food." Voldemort knocked on the table, and the fresh meat and blood in the wine glass flashed on the table.
Crazy shouting cheers came from the long table.
The werewolf raised his sharp claws, leaving a few blood marks on his chest.
Their self-healing ability is very strong, and the scars on their chests quickly scab, and then fall, and maintain a roaring state, venting their desires.