at dusk,

The dim light slanted 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, falling in the study, with scattered shadows, making it unreal.

However, if you look closely, 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 full of exquisite magic books, and the huge shadow it cast shrouded half of his body.

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

As time passed, the brilliance slowly shifted.

The alternation of light and dark, there was no warmth in the room, and behind the man, there was a woman's sobbing, making him look like... a devil!

"Narcissa, I can't pretend that I'm not angry."

The man opened his mouth.

"I gave my 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 was caught by himself, and with so many people, the prophecy ball could not be retrieved.

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

Understand? ! "

"Please, master, please forgive us." Narcissa sobbed, 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 Signus Black and Druela Rozier.

Both of them were Slytherins back then, and they were also my classmates.

Although they are not members of the Death Eaters themselves, they agree with me in some points. "

Voldemort shook his cloak and walked slowly to Narcissa.

"And your sister Bella, who is my most trusted servant, although she is nowhere to be seen now, she has probably been killed by Stark..."

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

"Because of these people, after your husband Lucius was put in prison, I will also take care of you for him, and I will forgive you."

Narcissa took a breath and covered her face with her hands again, like sobbing without tears.

But Voldemort changed the subject and suddenly asked:

"Have you been in contact with that sister named Andromeda recently, and your cousin Sirius Black?"

"There is no master. I haven't seen them since your resurrection!" Narcissa burst into tears again.

"It doesn't matter, Sirius is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort hissed.

"Your sister's daughter, the one named Tonks, is also very close to Stark.

It's good for your family to get closer to them more, 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 connection 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 Nuoda's manor.

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

"Lucius... Really not." Narcissa shuddered and explained:

"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 slammed the curtains closed, turned to face Narcissa, and said with interest, "Let me hear it."

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

Resisting the humiliation and nausea, she slowly crawled over, kissed those feet, and cried:

"I can join the Death Eaters and perform tasks for Lucius!"

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

Voldemort sneered and sat down in the armchair. He approached Narcissa's ear and said slowly:

"No, I don't need you! Are there no other men in the Malfoy family besides your husband?!"

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

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

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

"Not too young, at the age of sixteen, I have already killed a lot of people;

Your sister Bella is also willing to dedicate herself to me. "

Voldemort leaned back on the chair, two pale hands resting lazily on the armrest of the chair, smilingly looking at Narcissa's pear-blooming face.

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

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

But it's too cruel... Draco is her only son... Anything, she can do anything.

Only the son... no way!

Voldemort laughed cruelly.

He likes to punish servants like this the most and deprive them of what they love. It's far more comfortable than a "cut to the bone".

"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 shocked. She didn't expect her son to hide in the room the whole time.

Are you worried that you were called in by the Dark Lord, so you followed me secretly? !

The invisibility cloak was pulled away, and there was a thin figure standing in the corner, with pale blond hair, a pale, slender, fuzzy face.

Draco's lips were trembling, his 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 nonchalantly, "But accordingly, I'll give you a task."

Narcissa's knee on the cold stone ~lightnovelpub.net~ felt bitingly cold.

This 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 desperately at the Dark Lord.

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

Even crueler than death.

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

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

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

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

The wand slashed into Draco's hand like a knife, and he felt as if his whole body was on fire.

"Ah ah ah!"

The manor that originally looked like a tomb suddenly heard a piercing scream.

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

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