Homecoming from Hogwarts

A figure suddenly appeared from mid-air, and then, wrapped in gray mist, fell to the withered lawn in the yard with a thud.

"Brain!"

The figure seemed to be under the Cruciatus Curse and was suffering unimaginable pain.

He struggled violently on the lawn, tossing over and over, screaming!

In the seconds that were stretched out, Narcissa and Bella stared at the man blankly, their sluggish thoughts struggling to move.

The Dark Lord. Defeated again?
After he gained the submission of the Twin Snakes and obtained even greater power, he was defeated again?
when.
Has the Dark Lord become so terrible?

Where has the powerful Dark Lord gone, whose name alone made the entire wizarding world tremble with fear?

Where is the Dark Lord who was in control of everything and had such a graceful demeanor?
Why, after this resurrection, not only was he unable to reestablish the intimidation he once had over the magic world, but even the powerful magic power he relied on failed time and time again?
"Owner!"

While Narcissa was still wondering whether the Dark Lord had been defeated by the combined efforts of Blaine and Dumbledore, Bella let out a sharp whine and ran towards the figure.

"Master, my master!"

Bella cried and threw herself on Voldemort, calling out emotionally,

"What should I do, Master? How can I help you?"

The only response she got was still a beast-like painful roar!

Voldemort's eyes were bulging, and those terrifying eyes were undergoing a strange change.

Sometimes it is bright red as if dripping blood, and sometimes the bloody red color becomes faint.

The meridians on his forehead were also protruding, and the blood vessels were not blue but black and gray.

The double snake staff with gray mist rising from it lay quietly on the side, and its four snake pupils stared at Voldemort with sarcasm flashing in their eyes.

"Brain!"

Voldemort howled with gnashing teeth. He felt as if his whole body was on fire, and the burning pain became more intense as time went on!

A strange emotion was eroding his heart, running rampant in his heart like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins!

This emotion was unfamiliar to him and made him extremely frightened. He tried desperately to suppress and resist it.

But the more he did this, the more painful the situation became, as if his soul was being roasted over a fierce fire!
"What kind of magic is this!"

Voldemort whimpered in pain.

He had learned a lot, but even with all his wisdom, he couldn't imagine what kind of magic Brian had cast to bring him such pain.

It even made him want to escape through death!

"Come and help me, Narcissa!"

Bella's heart was broken and she burst into tears. She tried to hug the Dark Lord and wailed in despair.

Narcissa only felt frightened, but not sad at all.

If possible, she would like the Dark Lord to die in pain.

However, she was indeed somewhat curious.
Such a powerful Dark Lord
What on earth had happened to make him feel so helpless?
Narcissa raised an eyebrow and approached cautiously.

She looked at the Dark Lord, who seemed to be in a state of mental disorder due to the pain, and a rebellious thought emerged from the bottom of her heart.

The Dark Lord seemed to have no power to resist.

If if
She killed the Dark Lord here.
Once this idea appeared in my heart, I couldn't control it and it grew wildly!

If she kills the Dark Lord, then the Malfoy family will become a heroic family in the British wizarding world!
Although Lucius joined Blaine, after the war, this could only be considered as the Malfoy family's repentance.

Perhaps Brian and the Wizengamot could show some leniency in sentencing, but the Malfoy family would still inevitably suffer from Brian's oppression like other pure-blood families.

With the power of Dasheng, no one dared to resist Brian at that time.

But if she kills the Dark Lord here today.
The Malfoy family not only repented, but also put things right!

Even Brian must give them respect!
call.
Narcissa's breathing quickened as she slowly approached Voldemort. The wand in her sleeve was slipping.
hum!
A tremor suddenly woke up Narcissa, whose thoughts were gradually immersed in murderous intent.

She looked in astonishment and saw that on the lawn beside the Dark Lord, the double snake staff automatically floated up from the ground and fell into the hands of the still struggling Dark Lord.

When her eyes met the cold red snake pupils of the twin snake staffs, Narcissa's body trembled violently, and the murderous intent in her heart was instantly swept away!

Although the Dark Lord was weak, he still had the Caduceus, and this staff was still protecting him!
"Think of a solution quickly, Narcissa!"

Bella had no idea that her sister had just thought of killing her beloved master, and she helplessly asked her for help.
Although she knew that Narcissa probably couldn't do anything.

"Let's carry the Dark Lord into the room first."

Narcissa glanced at the caduceus fearfully and spoke with her lips pursed.

"Oh, you're right, Narcissa--" Bella nodded rapidly.

It certainly wasn't the right look to have the great Dark Lord rolling around on the lawn.

If he were a Muggle, the Dark Lord would be an old man, but his body was like that of a middle-aged man, with tight and heavy muscles.
No Death Eater had ever touched the Dark Lord's body.

This discovery made the two Death Eaters who supported him feel differently.

Narcissa felt as if she was holding a monster, an ageless monster.

While Bellatrix was grieving, she felt a pious emotion in her heart.

The two women carried Voldemort to the second floor with difficulty, found a guest room closest to the stairs, and laid him on the bed.

But Voldemort's pain did not ease at all. He could sense what was happening and his grinning eyes swept over Narcissa and Bella from time to time.

He was a little touched. But then, this touch brought him endless anger and fear!

He is so weak now.
His Death Eaters had touched him without permission.
What if they want to take their own lives?
Let alone punishing them, he couldn't even scold them!

He had lost control of his body. Apart from resisting the terrifying and burning emotion in his heart, his limited clarity of mind was only enough to perceive his surroundings.

"Next"

The Dark Lord lying on the bed was trembling like a sieve. Bella, who was lying on top of him and holding him down to prevent him from rolling off the bed, could still feel through his black robe that the Dark Lord's body was burning as if it was on fire.

"What to do next, Narcissa!"

Bella cried hoarsely, she was completely at a loss as to how to heal the magical damage her master had suffered, or how to relieve his pain.

Even someone as powerful as the Dark Lord couldn't save himself, so what could she do with her knowledge of magic?

“We can’t help him.”

Narcissa also felt a little sad. Not for the Dark Lord, but for her heartbroken sister.

her sister
Bellatrix really did it. She was loyal to the Dark Lord above everything else in her life.

"We don't know what kind of blow the Dark Lord suffered. I can find some potions and try to see if I can help the Dark Lord recover his spirit--"

Narcissa didn't want to see Bella cry anymore, it was so stupid.

She whispered, then turned and quickly left the room.

"Oh, that's right. A potion to restore your spirits!"

Bella was so distracted for a moment that she didn't even realize Narcissa had left the room.

“Medicine.”

Like a madman, Bella whispered while trying her best to suppress the struggling Voldemort.

A purple light lurked in the depths of her gray eyes.

Bella took out a bottle of potion from her pocket. A potion to restore spirits.

As if possessed by a ghost, she left the Dark Lord's body and sat down beside the bed.

puff--
"This potion can help you recover your spirit, my great master."

Bella pulled out the stopper of the medicine bottle, held down Voldemort's shaking head, and put the bottle mouth to Voldemort's thin lips.

The potion flowed slowly, wetting the corners of Voldemort's lips.

As the liquid in the bottle decreased, the purple in Bella's eyes disappeared.
And Voldemort's pupils, whose colors kept changing, gradually slid towards and froze in deep red.
boom!
The bottle was broken, Bella jumped up from the bed, took two steps back, held her head, and stared at the Dark Lord in horror!
What did she do?
She had fed the Dark Lord the potion that Amos Tower Blaine had given her!

How could she do such a ridiculous thing!
"Bellatrix."

Bella was already in uncontrollable despair and panic. She had made a big mistake. She might have killed the Dark Lord!
Fear even deprived her of her senses, and all she could think about was how she should apologize!

But suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice woke her up.

Bella's scattered eyes focused--
It was the Dark Lord on the bed. He stopped struggling, and the pain written all over his gray face subsided.

The potion that Brian gave me is really effective?!
"Owner?"

Bella slowly put down her hand, staring blankly at Voldemort's bloodshot eyes but didn't notice that the remaining clarity in those eyes had disappeared.

"Undress."

Voldemort let out a beastly roar.

Bellatrix: ???
(End of this chapter)