Vol 2 Chapter 1165: ?embrace

In Bulgaria, southeast of the Balkans, in the new temporary base of the Dark Lord.
In some dark rooms, the torches on the walls blazed brightly, illuminating the stone floor on the ground. A dozen unlucky ghosts dressed as local wizards were floating upside down in the air, and waves of gray fog appeared and appeared. Surrounding the victims, Voldemort was opening his mouth, devouring the gray-white substances that emerged from them one by one. A woman of a certain age had her hair gradually pale, and her full skin seemed to have been drained. It became shriveled, and the whole person's vitality was evacuated by this puff of black smoke—then it was her soul that was evacuated, turning the unlucky person who was first swallowed into powder.
This unrefined soul said that the personal consciousness contained in it was sucked into his own head by Voldemort. The memories and emotions that did not belong to him made Voldemort, who was fighting against it with his head down, he was bare. Dark green veins bulged on his forehead, and the surging magic and chaotic thoughts made the wax-like cheeks paler than bones even more hideous.
After a while, the movement from outside the stone wall of the room made the red-eyed Voldemort regain his senses, but it also made him even more angry when he was disturbed. He waved his wand, and the tidy stone brick wall seemed to come alive. Generally, the wall opened a round hole like a storm eye, revealing the outside scene, and then, the Dark Lord had to cast the spell again without letting go of the spell, and green light began to accumulate on the tip of his rod.
But then, after Voldemort's snake-like face frowned, he threw the killing curse on one wall, and the intact red eye pupil, erected like a cat, swept toward the door coldly, and he raised the volume, "Bella, you Idiot... look up on your little thing!!!"
It was Delphi, the daughter of the Dark Lord, who made the noise. She floated herself in the air by another magical riot and messed up the things in the corridor outside. Hearing this sudden change out of the room, the little meaty baby danced and manipulated his floating direction.
The Dark Lord then stared angrily at Delphi as if being held up by an invisible hand rest, and floated in from the door. Seeing Bella did not respond, Voldemort pushed the baby in the air across her to the corridor: "Nagini, come here. ."
But there was no other noise in the empty corridor. The baby quickly stabilized after being pushed away, allowing her to float at an angle just enough to see the tall and thin Voldemort in the room. The small body paused for a moment. , Grumbling with curious big eyes turned around, blinked, and giggled towards Voldemort when he recognized it.
Voldemort was a little violently using his prosthetic arm to point his wand to the Death Eater mark on his left arm, but he was about to rush under his hand, but his right arm sank and he was hugged by the soft little thing.
The memory of the victim still remained in his mind. Voldemort's bloodshot eyes rolled up for a moment, "Go away! Little monster!" Voldemort's voice was so cold that it could freeze.
But the little baby was not afraid, just smiled at him, her ten fingers floating in the air stretched out to hug Voldemort, and her body trembled upward.
Voldemort stretched out his left hand, grabbed the baby mercilessly from behind and threw her aside. The small body suspended in the air rolled uncontrollably for a few times, and it was under the influence of magic before the body hit the wall. She made her bounce to the other side again, flicking around in the room and the little guy chuckled. She thought it was Voldemort playing with herself.
But the crisp laughter made Voldemort's somewhat impatient face look even more distorted and terrifying, and he thought this annoying little monster looked down on him.
But then there were a few puffs. Voldemort, who was furious, ignored the maintenance of magic power. The victims of the upside down wizards lost their levitation ability and fell directly to the ground, like a puddle of mud, except for the sound of falling. What a sound, although they did not die.
The babies followed the reputation, watching these people fall in different postures, and began to make a sharper quack baby laugh: "Hey hey."
This caused Voldemort to raise an eyebrow without an eyebrow. He paused for a moment, looked at the little baby carefully, and then raised his wand: "Avada gnaws a big melon!"
A flash of green light illuminates the innocent face of the baby girl.
Victims who fell to the ground before but did not lose their lives have really lost their vitality
"Eh heh!"
As the Dark Lord had just guessed, the child really started to laugh again.
But what Voldemort didn't expect was that the little monster rushed towards him again without giving up, and stretched out his hands to Voldemort: "The little monster doesn't know what fear is?"
Seeing that the other party didn’t move, Delphi simply floated up, letting his gaze look at the same position as Voldemort, and seemed to be looking at him in detail. Finally, the baby raised his fleshy little finger and inserted it into his father’s noseless nose. In the nostrils.
"Go away!" Voldemort's expression instantly became sullen. The sudden loud noise made the child suspended in the air leaned back and turned into a state of head and feet. The Dark Lord seemed very uncomfortable with this situation. Picking up his right hand, and pushing his left hand toward the baby, he smashed the baby back.
Then, some memories in Voldemort's memory that were not his own resurfaced in his mind. Finally, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced outside the room behind him. After confirming again that there was no one at this time, the left hand that did not withdraw hesitated. It seems to try to hug the child.
But suddenly, he paused with the movement of his left hand, and then used the wand held by his right prosthetic limb to press the Death Eater mark on his arm. After a while, his twisted mouth moved: "I hope you are going to report something like this. important."
The Dark Lord looked at the little baby again, this time he retracted both hands like an electric shock, and then touched his own forehead with the fingers of the prosthetic limb. Then, with his anger towards himself, he confronted the dead body The little powder that the victim had participated in let out a low growl: "Weak Mudblood..."
After talking ~EbookFREE.me~ has passed the brief period of soul-absorbing chaos. When Voldemort, who was not his own false memory, let the temperature of the room drop a few degrees, he grabbed the baby with his left hand. The back collar took her to Bella's room and threw her back to the stroller.
Delphi Riddle thought it was still playing and wanted to fly unfaithfully, but the fence on her stroller suddenly rose up and merged above her, trapping her in the stroller like a cage.
Then, the gloomy Voldemort stepped on his legs and walked out without hesitation or nostalgia.
Unlike the previous base they occupied, in the house they occupied in Bulgaria, there was no accumulation of wealth or resources in the corners. The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were already accustomed to linking wealth and resources. In the non-marking retractable curse pocket hanging on his belt-the personal equipment of these black wizards can also be regarded as being upgraded again.
The pair of thick-soled dragon leather boots on the feet of the Dark Lord steadily broke the movement of the temporary meeting room in the distance, making the room that was originally the restaurant of the house quiet.