Each of Voldemort's Horcruxes has the effect of demagoguery.
Those who approach it will inexplicably hear whispers similar to demons, whispers of temptation.
Emotions descend into a crashing chaos, corrosive hate.
Greed, vanity, and inducing these negative emotions from the hearts of others are its specialties. Evil horcruxes can affect people around them. These negative emotions can arise from nothing, or they can be induced And the growth expands.
People with unstable minds cannot persevere in the face of countless waves of negative emotions.
The dark side hidden in the heart will be exposed uncontrollably.
Malfoy let go of his tense mental defense just now, and when he got close to Nagini, he felt an evil attack.
From this, it was immediately concluded that it was a Horcrux.
But compared to the few hidden dead objects before, the difficulty of destroying this Horcrux is too great.
The slippery scales attached to Nagini's long body can not only deflect most weak spells, but also reduce the power of powerful spells.
Most crucially, Nagini was almost inseparable from his master, Voldemort.
Voldemort also rarely let Nagini fight with him. Most of the time, no one knew where Voldemort hid it.
Often, Nagini will appear in a crushing situation, or when punishing his subordinates who are not doing well.
To kill it means that it is likely to confront Voldemort head-on.
The stakes are too high.
Just when Malfoy started to think, the words of the Dark Lord brought him back to reality.
"Draco? What reward do you need?" Voldemort asked suddenly, then raised his eyebrows.
All Death Eaters' meals stopped immediately, and it looked like the Dark Lord had something else to announce.
"By the way, I forgot. You haven't engraved the Dark Mark until now. As my most loyal subordinate, how could you miss this most important step?"
Voldemort looked very interested, looking at the boy in front of him, as if engraving a mark could be regarded as a reward.
Malfoy was somewhat resistant in his heart, but he was still mentally prepared for this step.
Undercover, it is unlikely that there will be no sacrifice. Compared with life, this is too light.
But after all, this is Voldemort's magic, and there may be some after-effects. Similarly, the skull-like mark is too evil and ugly, and it cannot be easily removed with some cleaning magic.
will accompany you for life.
However, Malfoy concealed this very well, and his face showed a frenzied excitement. He rushed to the table with fast steps, with a look of joy, and his black robe rattled as he ran.
As for the Lucius couple on the side, their expressions also changed at this time.
Narcissa took a step forward, wanting to say something, but her husband grabbed her wrist firmly.
"Draco has just come back, why can't the Dark Lord be considerate of him, our child is not yet an adult! Don't let him get into this muddy water! Death Eaters are not that easy to be!" Narcissa said anxiously to her husband Whispering in his ear, an unstoppable look of anxiety appeared on his delicate face.
Lucius looked gloomy and shook his head slowly at her.
The pale and emaciated face was not looking very good, but he knew that Voldemort could not resist easily.
The Dark Lord was moody.
If you plead for mercy, it will only make the situation worse.
And at least for now, this is not a bad result. It is better to reuse him than to be excluded from the edge of power.
At this moment, Malfoy stretched out his left arm eagerly, and rolled up the cuff.
It's like a devout believer who is about to accept the baptism of the benefactor.
Arms trembling with excitement...
Since he couldn't refuse, then of course he couldn't let his sacrifice be in vain. He had to hide his heart and prevent Voldemort from seeing any abnormality.
"Today, everyone here will witness your unwavering loyalty." Voldemort waved his big hand, and his black robes rattled.
The fiery snake in the center of the ceiling that acted as a light inflated its body, and in an instant, the somewhat dim room was completely illuminated.
"Aww!" The werewolves took the lead and began to howl. They knew that they should roar high-pitched now, corresponding to Voldemort's movements.
Lucius subconsciously showed disgust when he saw this, because these beasts were so rude that people were unconsciously disgusted.
Voldemort looked at the reactions of his subordinates in front of him, nodded in satisfaction, raised his skinny arms, waved his wand lightly, and summoned a crimson flame, exuding not-so-scorching heat, shining faintly in mid-air. of light.
Slightly dimmer than normal flames, and slightly brighter than Fiendfire.
The deep demon flames drifted in the air, and finally gradually condensed into a shape, like an extremely sharp carving knife.
The flame fluctuated slightly, exuding a chilling evil aura.
Narcissa looked at the flames in horror, and soon, her son, who came back with great difficulty, had to endure great pain again.
Just when the sharp blade was about to hang down, etched into the skin of Malfoy's arm, and stabbed with the evil Dark Mark, Narcissa tilted her head, closed her eyes, and squeezed her husband's hand tightly. arm.
Don't dare to look again.
However, what was depressing was that the faint light suddenly went out again in an instant.
In Voldemort's scarlet eyes, the blood-red eyes suddenly shrank and narrowed into a line.
Malfoy's heart beat violently a few times, as if he had been hit hard by an iron hammer for a moment, and then the blood in his whole body began to flow backwards, as if the extremely cold wind swept past his back fiercely, His back was drenched in cold sweat.
The faint eyebrows twisted in surprise, and the eyelids blinked a few times quickly.
This sudden and abnormal change made him think of everything in an instant.
Voldemort may have discovered his secret
His right hand wanted to squeeze the wand in the cuff of the wand tightly, but he restrained himself and forced himself to relax.
There was just the right amount of doubt in the gray eyes, and he looked at the Dark Lord in front of him.
That defensive look only made Voldemort suspicious.
Things haven't reached the worst point yet, and we can't get into trouble.
Then he saw a smug smile on Voldemort's pale face.
"I have an interesting plan in mind, Draco." A deep, soothing voice reached his ears.
Voldemort slowly put down his wand, his pale face showed some high-spirited emotions, the two nostrils were clamped even tighter, his scarlet tongue licked his bloodless dry lips, his snake eyes narrowed slightly, and then with a hoarse voice, Slowly but excitedly said:
"Do you still want to go back to school, Draco?"