After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Draco looked at his best friend in confusion, then at his father's bookshelf.

The bookshelf was just behind Lucius's desk, taking up an entire wall, so Draco didn't immediately tell which book Yang Mei was reading on the bookshelf.

It doesn't look like he could open his mouth and ask, "Phil, have you seen a book you want to read? I'll get it for you."

"Is it okay?" Yang Mei turned to ask Lucius for his opinion.

"Of course." Lucius thought that there was nothing shameful in his study... right?

Then he saw this young man, whose looks were very much in line with the Malfoy family's aesthetics, raised his hand and pointed to a place on the bookshelf: "Can you help me take that book down, Draco? Yes, the all-black one."

Draco had been to the study so many times, but he had never paid much attention to this unprepossessing black book.

"Wait, wait a minute..." Lucius wanted to stop him.

Draco had already taken the book off the bookshelf quickly. He turned back to look at Lucius in confusion: "Dad, what did you just say?"

Lucius looked at his son, who seemed to be fine. "Nothing, Xiaolong, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Draco was very surprised why his father suddenly asked him about his health. He handed the notebook to Yang Mei and replied, "No, I don't feel unwell anywhere."

"That's good." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

When Yang Mei pointed at it, he recognized the notebook. Isn't this the dark magic item that the Dark Lord gave him many years ago?

At that time, the Dark Lord said it was a reward to the Malfoy family.

Alas, it really doesn't conform to Malfoy's aesthetic.

But that's the Dark Lord, how could anyone refuse something he gives?

So even though he felt disgusted in his heart, Lucius still knelt down to express his gratitude.

Lucius: Just ask yourself, which worker is not an Oscar winner in front of his or her boss?

Yang Mei held the black leather notebook in one hand and took out the soul-nourishing wood with the other.

"Look, is this yours?" Yang Mei asked.

Voldemort emerged from the Soul-Nourishing Tree and took a quick look: "Yes, that's it."

This caught the Malfoys off guard, and alarms immediately sounded in Lucius and Narcissa's minds.

Lucius tried to wink at Celeste, but Celeste began to have evil thoughts in her heart and pretended not to see it.

When Flores saw this, she found it funny, but she was not so unscrupulous. She held the hand of her best friend Narcissa and mouthed "don't worry" when Narcissa looked at her.

"Lucius," Voldemort said suddenly, "It's been so long since we last met. You seem to have aged a little."

Lucius's face darkened for a moment. Listen, is this human language? !

Oh, he is not a person in the strict sense now.

Lucius glanced at Voldemort in his soul state and decided to ignore the man's presumptuous words.

"Master." Lucius pulled his wife Narcissa, and the couple stood respectfully in front of Voldemort with their heads bowed.

“Oh!” Voldemort laughed with an ambiguous tone, “I thought that after not seeing him for so many years, Lucius would be so excited that he would kneel on the ground and kiss the corner of my robe.”

This statement is going in the direction of insulting people.

Who is born to be a slut and likes to kneel on the ground and kiss the corner of other people's robes that are most likely to get dusty? !

Cold sweat began to appear on Lucius' forehead. To him, Voldemort was still the mad Dark Lord who had accumulated great power eleven years ago and called "Avada" at every turn!

"Master... the Malfoy family will always be loyal to the Dark Lord!" Lucius bent his back and lowered his head a little more.

Yang Mei slapped the notebook in her hand on the table and said, "What are you doing? Are you trying to show off? If you are so capable, just complete the puzzle yourself and don't ask us for help."

My goodness, it’s even more disgusting than the feudal era of the Eastern great country!

"Well, I just wanted to scare him." Voldemort felt a little uncomfortable. "Okay Lucius, I won't let you kiss the corners of your robes anymore."

Splitting the soul really isn't a good idea. Look at how many stupid things he's done in the past!

Lucius and Narcissa were both stunned, even though they had heard their son Xiaolong vaguely say before that he felt there was something strange about Phil's interactions with the Dark Lord.

They didn't take it seriously at the time, but now it's more than just strange. Why is Phil acting like a little ancestor in front of the Dark Lord? !

"Hmph!" Yang Mei snorted, "It's fine if you scare me, but otherwise, wouldn't I have to kowtow to you too?"

The atmosphere in the study was a little weird, and Lucius gave Celeste a look for help.

Celeste immediately said after receiving the signal: "Phil, is this the master's first Horcrux?"

Others may not believe it, but the title of "Adult" was decided by Celeste and Floris after discussing it all night.

Calling him "Master" was impossible, as few people knew the Dark Lord's original name, and it was said that he himself hated that name.

Finally, out of respect for the Dark Lord, let’s just call him “Sir”.

"Yeah." Yang Mei shook his calves twice, then suddenly froze. He seemed to be sitting on someone else's desk...

What a shame! He is so unruly at home and he acts like that at other people's homes.

Yang Mei reflected on herself in her heart and tried to get down from the table as naturally as possible.

"Well, Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa, let me tell you about the Horcruxes first." Yang Mei decided to get to the point.

By the time he had finished speaking, his mouth was dry.

"Xiaolong, I want to drink water." Yang Mei whispered to Draco.

Narcissa heard it nearby: "Oh! Sorry, Phil, it was my fault that I forgot to prepare tea for everyone."

In fact, Yang Mei knew that she was scared by Voldemort.

The house-elf cautiously brought over the exquisite refreshments, and everyone enjoyed some before continuing with the previous topic.

Lucius thought for a moment and decided to use the same title as Celeste: "Sir, if the book you gave to the Malfoy family for safekeeping is your Horcrux, then the golden cup of the Lestrange family is also..."

"You are very smart, Lucius, it's just what you think." So there was a reason why Voldemort made Malfoy his trusted general. Everyone in their family is smart.

Narcissa recalled for a while: "After Bella and Lestrange were arrested and sent to Azkaban, there was no one else in the Lestrange family, and their manor was also hidden under the magic of the manor. But if I remember correctly, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup was not placed in the manor, but in the vault of Gringotts."

"The vault of Gringotts... Thank you, Narcissa, this information is very valuable." Voldemort said politely in his gorgeous voice.

Narcissa was a little dazed. She had never thought that she would receive thanks from the Dark Lord in her lifetime. After all, from the first day she joined the Death Eaters, he had already been a madman who would use "Crucia" and "Avada Kedavra" at every turn.

"So we need to go to Azkaban to ask Mrs. Lestrange for the key? Even if there is a key, it should have been taken away by the Ministry of Magic... No, Aunt Narcissa is Mrs. Lestrange's sister. According to regulations, the Lestrange family property can be kept by you, a blood relative." Yang Mei said whatever she thought.