HP: Slytherin disguise

"come over…"

Voldemort's voice was low, full of tenderness and temptation, as if he was guiding Decorah.

He just stared at Decorah.

His eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Feeling the burning pain on his face and Voldemort's increasingly cold eyes.

Decorah slowly stood up and knelt down again.

Although I have a severe headache.

But he knew better than to respond.

Voldemort would never let him go.

What a lunatic!

Snapped--

Another solid slap.

Voldemort used the gentlest tone and the cruelest hands.

Decorah was really stunned this time.

My head buzzed.

My ears also stung a bit, and I heard tinnitus.

"What are you hesitating about?"

"come over."

The reason why Voldemort took action this time was because Decorah reacted too slowly.

It was like he was teasing a pet.

Repeat your behavior.

Moreover, he used a gentle tone and gentle smile.

Decorah looked up, his gray-blue eyes instantly filled with anger and bloodlust.

And the violence that has been silent for a long time.

Voldemort did it on purpose... just to find trouble... just to play tricks on him... just...

The smile on his face gradually faded.

Voldemort raised his hand, hooked his fingers, and continued: "Say it again, come here."

Fists clenched.

Decorah once again knelt at Voldemort's feet.

He lowered his head slightly, forcing down the extremely violent anger in his heart.

Endure... endure... endure... he has to endure...

"What kind of look is this..."

"Angry?"

"Or…

"You want to kill me?"

Slowly approaching, Voldemort held Decorah's chin with his left hand.

Look into his gray-blue eyes.

There is not a trace of impurities inside.

There is no disguise for the emotion, it is extremely pure.

"Watch your attitude..."

"otherwise…"

The hand holding the wand rose.

A green, death-like light shot out.

It directly brushed past Decorah's neck.

It hit Wormtail who was huddled in the corner, shivering but extremely excited.

There were no screams or pauses.

Wormtail stared, slowly fell to the ground, and died instantly.

Body shaking slightly.

For the first time, Decorah felt that he was very close to death.

Even if he is immune to Avada's Kedavra Curse.

But the threat and approach of death.

It made him feel fear and panic about it.

Although he tried his best to hide it.

"Enjoy your dinner."

"Nagini."

Voldemort said indifferently.

Nagini, who was already horny and thirsty, instantly ejected and bit Wormtail's neck directly.

Then bite and devour.

The disgusting smell of blood filled the air, and some people could no longer bear it and were trembling all over.

They all shrank back in fear.

Away from the corner, Nagini was enjoying her dinner.

"Let's start over."

Voldemort's left hand released his jaw.

Then, it eased for a second.

Then he slapped him, this time on the right side of Decorah's face.

Falling to the ground, Decorah calmed down a lot.

Stand up slowly.

Voldemort's robes slid, he held his wand and opened his arms.

"Go on, you should get up."

"Then what…"

"Admit your mistakes to your great Master."

"Into my arms."

"Yes~"

He waved his wand as if taunting Decorah.

He struggled to get up from the ground.

Decorah lowered his head, his figure was a little unstable, and his voice was extremely weak: "I know I was wrong...Master..."

Smiling with satisfaction, Voldemort moved his open arms.

Signaling Decorah to come over.

Slowly approaching, Decorah slowly moved closer to Voldemort's arms.

Bring your arms together.

Voldemort hugged Decorah, who was trembling slightly, and the smile gradually became apparent on his face.

"What a shame Wormtail..."

"Tsk——"

"Although he is a waste, he can still take care of Nagini."

"It's a pity to die like this..."

He patted Decorah's back gently with one hand.

The other hand moved up, caressing Decorah's face, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It seemed like his movements were gentle, as if he were comforting him.

Decorah is like a puppet.

Let Voldemort touch him.

His obedience gave Voldemort great physical and mental satisfaction.

until.

There were noisy footsteps downstairs.

and a woman’s loud shrill laughter.

Voldemort's mood suddenly became happy, and he pushed Decorah away violently.

Then he strode towards the carpet in the middle of the second floor.

Prepare to meet the most loyal and honest Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban.

Soon a woman with naturally curly hair ran up. She was still wearing Azkaban prison uniform, with a crazy smile on her face and her obsession with Voldemort.

She threw herself directly at Voldemort's feet.

Laughed loudly.

Immediately afterwards, several more Death Eaters wearing prison uniforms came over.

They stood not far from Voldemort.

Look around.

Looking at the other cloaked and hooded Death Eaters.

Antonin Dolokhov looked wary, but also had an unconcealed fanaticism for Voldemort.

He is one of Voldemort's most loyal and powerful Death Eaters.

He was very fond of tormenting others and killed both of Molly Weasley's brothers during the First Wizarding War.

Imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years.

He still exuded a fierce aura.

Bella grabbed the hem of Voldemort's clothes and danced happily.

Like a madman.

A raucous laugh erupted.

However, Voldemort was very patient and touched her hair with his hands like a gift.

"Very good, I will take you to the top again..."

"Welcome them to join..."

Voldemort spread his arms and laughed coldly...

Decorah was pushed away.

He stumbled into the wall next to the fireplace.

Pain comes.

He held the wall with one hand, covered the lower half of his face with the other hand, and lowered his head.

His vision went dark, making it difficult for him to see anything.

Heat surged from his nose.

A drop of liquid fell and hit the ground.

Then, more liquid dripped onto his hand.

Eventually it became flowing.

Decorah put his hands in front of his eyes blankly, trying to see clearly.

Although I still can't see what it is.

But the smell of blood told him.

It's blood... it's blood...

Raising her hand to wipe away the blood flowing out, Decorah found that the more she wiped, the more blood was flowing out.

After a while, his hands were stained red.

Even so, the nosebleed didn't stop.

instead.

The flow rate also stabilized.

As if to keep flowing.

This time, Decorah raised his hand to wipe the blood with his sleeve.

He pressed his sleeve to his nose.

Trying to stop the bleeding.

But it still doesn't help, the flow will still flow.

Moreover, the sleeves at his wrists were already soaked with blood.