A black shadow suddenly appeared in the void, and without a sound, the shadow slowly fell into the narrow alley illuminated by the moonlight. The neatly tall hedges make it look like a secluded place.
It was a man in a black cloak.
He stuffed his wand into the cloak, looked around with his scarlet eyes, closed them, and seemed to be lost in thought and memory, and then the man quickly chose a direction and walked over quickly.
There seemed to be a cloud of black mist around him, coupled with the cloak, people couldn't see his true face clearly.
"Routine inspection, Ministry of Magic office, take off the cloak, thank you for your cooperation." Two wizards in black robes not far from the end of the alley spotted him, walked straight towards the man, and asked in a business-like tone road. ,
There is a Muggle-repelling spell here, and it is impossible for ordinary Muggles to wander around.
"Heh, there are still so many patrols, have the Aurors flooded to this point now?"
"Of course, the standards have dropped quite a bit."
The person under the cloak sneered, ignored the questioning of the two, and then suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke on the spot, as if it had never appeared before.
"Oh, Sean, what were we going to do here just now?" One of the slightly tall men suddenly touched the back of his head and said in confusion.
"Who knows?" The man named Xiao En was also a little confused. He looked around and found nothing unusual.
"When will this damn day end?" He shook his head, complained, and was about to leave to return to his original patrol position.
Unbeknownst to the two Aurors, they had already passed through the gates of hell.
What they questioned just now was the most terrifying dark wizard of this century.
Voldemort left quickly after confusing the perceptions of the two Aurors.
He was walking slowly on a wide driveway now, and the tall hedges turned a corner and extended into the distance. Two imposing wrought iron gates blocked his way, but he didn't seem to see this. Like obstacles, he still walked on his own.
The black wrought iron seemed to disappear instantly when the man passed by, showing a faint sense of distortion.
"My servant, who may not be so loyal, seems to have lived well all these years?" Voldemort murmured, looking at everything in front of him.
A white peacock walked gracefully on the top of the hedge not far away.
At the end of the straight driveway loomed out of the darkness a very respectable mansion, with lights shining brightly from the rhombic panes of the ground-floor windows. Somewhere in the dark garden behind the hedge there's a fountain blowing
Malfoy Manor under the night is so quiet and serene.
"Narcissa, you have to believe that Draco will be fine, he even escaped from Dumbledore's hands, didn't you?" Lucius said comfortingly at the end of the dining table in the mansion.
Narcissa at the dining table just stared at the food in front of her in a daze, she seemed to have no appetite at all, her expression was in a trance.
"I'd rather he was caught, then maybe I can feel more at ease, now there are no dementors in Azkaban, right?" Narcissa said melancholy.
"Draco, if something happens to him during the duel with the Aurors, what should we do? Those lunatics can use any kind of magic." Narcissa continued, her heart was about to break. Her child was wandering outside, without a trace.
"Don't worry..." Lucius wanted to continue to comfort him, but suddenly he felt a strong burning sensation in his arm, and the expression on his pale face became a little frightened.
"Lucius, my servant, you're surprised, aren't you?" A chilly voice came from in front of the two of them, and a man suddenly appeared beside the chair opposite them, took off his cloak, and revealed his naked body. A yoked head, and an unhealthy pale complexion.
"Master!" Lucius tremblingly wanted to stand up from the chair, but was suppressed by an invisible force again, and was nailed to the chair.
Narcissa also realized at this time, who was the man who suddenly appeared in front of their husband and wife.
"Master, please save Draco!" Narcissa begged, and now she found a possible "life-saving straw."
"Your good son, seems to have betrayed me?" Voldemort said in a slow tone at this moment, suddenly not aware of Narcissa's voice.
"No, no, master, please listen to my explanation" Lucius argued vigorously.
"Then why did Dumbledore find the place where I was resurrected? Did he wander there? He even apparated on purpose? Maybe you want to tell me that he just wanted to find a place to go to the bathroom?"
"My son and husband are fleeing and suspending their duties because of you. Why do you still doubt them?" Narcissa snarled at the man in front of her like a madman after hearing Voldemort's words, almost forgetting what she was facing. That's right, what a terrible wizard.
"Oh, interesting." Voldemort narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, revealing a smile that didn't know what to say.
His sparkling red eyes met the Lucius couple's.
The eyes of Lucius and his wife began to fall into a trance.
"God, Draco!" The woman's harsh and high-pitched shout made Voldemort frowned, and his slender, pale fingers subconsciously clenched. This was Narcissa's memory in the Hogwarts auditorium.
After that, the woman's memory seemed to be interrupted, and she woke up in a white scene, probably in the hospital.
"Meaningless information." Voldemort sneered.
"Nonsense!" The Dark Lord's chilling eyes rolled, and now he began to search Lucius' memory. Compared with Narcissa's pale memory, his memory was much richer.
"Veritaserum?" Voldemort slowly read the memory of Lucius, his already pale face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. His supposedly perfect resurrection was planted on this insignificant potion. superior
"Da da." The man's fingers began to tap on the table, which was like a signature action to cancel the magic.
The magic cast by Lucius and his wife was lifted, and they shook their heads in unison, trying to break free from their groggy state.
Voldemort was lost in thought, obviously seeing things he didn't know before.
"I promise, after he returns, I will give him the supreme glory as a reward for his loyalty." He looked at his slender fingers like spiders, and said in a piercing tone, as a gift for the couple. A little consolation.
"But, Draco..." Narcissa wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Voldemort's sneer.
"Can he escape from Dumbledore's hands, and will he still be afraid of those one or two little guys?" The man showed a mocking smile.
"And now, I have more important things to entrust to you." His snake face showed a ferocious pleasure.