some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 913 The Youngest Death Eater
at dusk,

The dim light slanted down and fell on the ground. This ancient manor was as silent as a tomb.

The crystal glass of the carved window wood reflects the remaining sunlight and falls in the study room, making people see it unrealistically.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that there are two people in the room...a man and a woman.

And intermittent... whimpering.

The man stood in front of the bookshelf. The tall closet was filled with exquisite magic books. The huge shadow cast by it covered half of his body.

The other half of the body fell in the light, and the pale bald head was shining brightly.

As time goes by, the brilliance slowly moves.

The alternation of light and dark left no warmth in the room. Coupled with the sobbing of a woman behind the man, he looked like... a devil!
"Narcissa, I can't pretend I'm not angry."

The man spoke.

"I gave the trust and gave your husband Lucius a year, but what did he give me?"

The Dark Lord narrowed his red eyes and said indifferently:
"He got caught himself, and with so many people on board, he couldn't get the ball back.

It also forced me to declare war... That timing was too hasty, not what I wanted!
understand? ! "

"Please, master, please forgive us." Narcissa was sobbing, her pale face full of pleading.

"What are you talking about? Of course I will forgive you." Voldemort looked at Narcissa.

"You are the daughter of Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier.

They were both Slytherins and my classmates.

Although they are not a member of the Death Eaters themselves, they agree with me on some points. "

Voldemort shook his cloak and walked slowly to Narcissa.

"And your sister Bella, my most trusted servant, although she is missing now, probably killed by Stark..."

The Dark Lord looked at this woman who was five points similar to Bella, even pampered and well-maintained, and laughed softly:

"Because of these people, after your husband Lucius is imprisoned, I will take care of you for him, and I will forgive you."

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief, and covered her face with her hands again, like sobbing without tears.

But Voldemort changed the subject and asked suddenly:

"Have you been in touch lately with that sister, Andromeda, and cousin Sirius Black?"

"No master, I haven't seen them since your resurrection!" Narcissa burst into tears again.

"Never mind, Sirius is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort hissed.

"Your sister's daughter, that Tonks, was also very close to Stark.

It's good for your family to get closer to them, so let's leave a way out, right? "

Narcissa trembled, and immediately swore:
"If I see them, I will kill them with my own hands! I won't have any contact with them!"

"Look, Narcissa, of course I believe you." Voldemort paced slowly.

"But because of the two of them, there are many Death Eaters who think that your family's position... is not firm enough!"

"That's why your husband was arrested because he didn't work hard for me."

Voldemort walked to the window and looked through the curtains towards Noda's manor.

"Many people even believe that he is Dumbledore's spy, which led to the Ministry of Magic's operation, and the news leaked ahead of time."

"Lucius...really not." Narcissa trembled all over, and stammered to explain:

"He has always been loyal to you, I swear, we are willing to do anything for you!"

"So, Narcissa, what can you do for me now?"

Voldemort drew the curtains abruptly, turned to face Narcissa, and said with great interest, "Let me listen."

Narcissa knelt on the ground, and her hands crossed on her knees also began to pale and tremble. She didn't dare to raise her head, her eyes were fixed on the pair of bare feet not far away.

Enduring the humiliation and nausea, she slowly crawled over, kissed those feet, and cried:
"I can join the Death Eaters and perform missions for Lucius!"

Lucius is a Death Eater, but his wife Narcissa is not, and she never joined.

Voldemort sneered, sat down on the armchair, leaned close to Narcissa's ear, and said slowly:
"No, I don't need you! Is there no other man in the Malfoy family besides your husband?!"

Narcissa collapsed to the ground, she already knew what the Dark Lord wanted.

"Why, you don't want to?" The Dark Lord's voice became cold.

"But Draco is only sixteen...he...he is my only son, Master!"

"It's not young, I was 16 years old, and I have killed many people;

Your sister, Bella, is also willing to die for me. "

Voldemort leaned back in the chair, with two pale hands resting lazily on the armrests of the chair, and looked at Narcissa's pear-like face with a smile.

"I think...with Lucius in prison, your son Draco should take up the honor of the Malfoy family for his father."

Narcissa seemed to have been poured cold water on her head. She knew that the Dark Lord was punishing and wanted to punish her husband.

But it was too cruel... Draco was her only son... anything, let her do anything.

Only the son... no!
Voldemort smiled cruelly.

He likes punishing his servants like this the most, depriving him of something he loves, which is far more...comfortable than a "cruciator".

"How is it, Draco?" The Dark Lord suddenly turned his head and said with a smile:

"Would you like to be the youngest Death Eater and do things for me, you should be proud."

Narcissa was taken aback. She didn't expect her son to be hiding in the room.

Did you secretly follow because you were worried about being called in by the Dark Lord? !
The invisibility cloak was pulled away, and it was a thin figure standing in the corner, under the pale golden hair, was a pale and thin fuzzy face.

Draco's lips were trembling, his whole body was trembling, he didn't dare to approach the Dark Lord, and he didn't dare to look at him.

"Draco, I will give you the Dark Mark and make you a Death Eater."

Voldemort said indifferently, "But accordingly, I will give you a task."

Narcissa knelt on her knees on the cold stone, feeling bitingly cold.

The coldness rose along her body, and a sudden sense of fear hit her.

Sure enough, the Dark Lord said word by word:

"Kill Dumbledore and Stark for me."

Narcissa wept bitterly, staring at the Dark Lord in despair.

She originally thought that the Dark Lord's punishment would at most allow Draco to participate in the mission, but she didn't expect him to go directly... to die!

Even crueler than death.

Because death is only a momentary thing, but the Dark Lord wants Draco to keep a glimmer of hope, and finally die of despair in the impossible.

"If you succeed." Voldemort walked to Draco, grabbed his left hand, and hissed:

"You'll get a higher honor than everyone else... I'm waiting for you."

Draco didn't hear the Dark Lord, and he couldn't even think because all he felt was a sharp pain in his left arm.

The wand fell on Draco's hand like a knife, and he felt as if he was on fire.

"Ahhhh!"

There was a heart-piercing scream from the manor that was originally like a grave.

The peacock that Lucius carefully raised in the yard was also scared and fled.

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(End of this chapter)