At the end of the ruins, dozens of luxurious crystals shone with intoxicating brilliance under the light.
However, in the blink of an eye, these exquisite ornaments were as if the bombs inside were detonated. Suddenly, a series of explosions exploded, and the fragments did not scatter, just like a building collapsed, and the fragments fell down one after another like sand.
In front of this group of treasures stood a man in a black robe.
The facial features on his face are extremely strange, his eyes are extremely scarlet, his nose is almost invisible, there are only two gaps left, his skull is extremely prominent, and the direction of his head bones can almost be clearly seen.
None other than the Dark Lord.
Voldemort vented his emotions violently. .
It seems that someone can always guess his actions, one step ahead of him, or he can't get what he wants to pursue. The underground palace he is now is the relic left by the twelfth ancient wizard he has explored up.
Muggle riches and common magic items held little appeal for him.
He wasted nearly half a year for this.
The only Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that has a definite legend related to his ancestors went there and returned empty-handed.
Shemu didn't recognize him, and when he tried to pull it out by force, it quickly withered.
In addition, there are many more, so I won't repeat them here.
At this time, facing everything in front of him, Voldemort waved the wand in his hand casually, and several beams of flames rose up in front of his eyes. The flames that were a hundred times brighter than the beads rose up, burning up the carefully crafted coffin.
The carefully drawn cloud pattern star map beside the coffin seemed to flow like life, and then it was cut off and burned.
Those in power can't think of the many measures they have taken to rest in peace, and they still can't let themselves sleep peacefully after death.
"alright."
He made a decision irritably. He allowed the annoying reptiles in Hogwarts to live for a while. He originally planned to settle the accounts first, and then explore slowly.
A person's power is limited.
It may be easier to find it after he has mastered the resources of the entire wizarding world.
After flashing this thought, his mood seemed to improve a lot.
He made a decision, and in just one thought, the man disappeared into the tomb, as if he had never been there.
A strong sense of oppression suddenly climbed into Malfoy's heart.
At this time, he was lying on the armchair with a desk in front of him. He unconsciously flipped through the Muggle dictionary, looked at the words on it, and read it mechanically. causing discomfort.
When he saw the term "Batu Digua Spider"
Because of this palpitation, he suddenly closed the dictionary with a "click".
That person finally came back.
Extremely abrupt, without any warning.
Of course, the behavior of the superior does not need to be explained to the lower levels, nor does it require a trace of rehearsal.
In the large reception room, the Dark Lord sat on that elaborate throne, reflecting a faint cold light all over his body.
Looking around the room, the flame in the marble fireplace has been extinguished for a long time, hanging on one side of the wall, and the crystal lamp decoration on the ceiling in the center of the hall is dim. of light.
The once bright house suddenly became so dark.
However, in terms of cleanliness, it was well maintained, and he was not neglected because of his long-term departure.
Every once in a while, there are house elves to keep the cleaning going.
The Malfoy family lives a rather "luxurious" life these days.
There is Kreacher in the old house, and here is Dobby. Crouch's Winky completely lost his sense of self and was brought back here.
Although due to too much self-blame and some mental blows, her cleverness disappeared, but it is still no problem to do some simple mechanical work.
Suddenly, Voldemort frowned, the noise outside the courtyard made him a little irritable.
Those growls and roars are really annoying.
The door was suddenly pushed open by an invisible force, revealing a gap, and at the same time, some natural light was thrown in for illumination, and a faint green light pierced through the open door from the two werewolves biting each other.
"I'm not here, you seem to have forgotten the rules." Voldemort said in a cold tone.
For werewolves, death may be commonplace.
In other words, in their bloodthirsty minds, there is no definition or understanding of the profound philosophical proposition of death, but it still triggers his fear.
All of a sudden, according to the distance from Voldemort, all the Death Eaters with the Dark Mark engraved on their arms felt different degrees of burns.
Many Death Eaters rushed here.
The long table in front of the Dark Lord was filled with all kinds of wizards in an instant.
He looked around.
"If I don't come back, you may all be dead, in ridiculous cannibalism."
"Draco, I've read your information, it's pretty good." He glanced sideways and said approvingly.
"Where's Severus? Hmm...should be on his way."
The flimsy paper floated upright in front of his eyes, and Voldemort squinted his eyes slightly, and every time he passed a piece of paper, the paper would automatically turn into a blue flame and burn out.
Malfoy lowered his head, accepting the review of the Dark Lord, but his corner of the eye glanced secretly from under the throne.
Nagini is not there.
"Your complexion is not very good?" Voldemort noticed it keenly.
However, just as the capitalist "cares" about the physical condition of the laborer, he just wants to know whether they can continue to create value for him.
So did Voldemort.
"It's all right, Master." Malfoy bowed slightly, accepting the Dark Lord's "care" calmly.
Afterwards, Voldemort gently tapped the tabletop with his slender, pale fingers, blood oozed from the tabletops in front of all the werewolves.
"Stop thirsting for the blood of your own kind."
"There are endless opportunities ahead."
"The only advantage of Muggles is that there are many people. Inferior creatures always hope to rely on numbers to find some inexplicable comfort."
The string of words is not implied, but explicit.
The Dark Lord will soon wage war, spreading from the wizarding world to Muggle society.
Voldemort surveyed the groveling crowd, not daring to look directly at his subordinates.
"I don't want to see any more ridiculous cannibalism among my subordinates."
"Vampires, escaped wizards from South America... I hope you can change." Voldemort stroked the wand in his hand.
Under the steps, the wizard who was completely hidden in the cloak, and the man in the elegant uniform, whose complexion was paler than the Dark Lord's, shuddered subconsciously.
"I also hope that, as a slave, I have the self-awareness of a slave."
"In addition, as a guest of this manor, you must also have the self-consciousness of a guest." I hope you understand.
"At least, don't mess up other people's homes, Draco."
Malfoy could only nod slightly, neither looking extremely concerned nor indifferent.
The Dark Lord's move was obviously an excuse, just to establish his prestige.
"In the future, I will bring you fresh and delicious food." Voldemort knocked on the table, and fresh meat full of blood and blood in a wine glass flashed onto the table.
There was a frenzied shriek of cheers from the long table.
The werewolf raised its sharp claws, leaving several bloodstains on his chest.
Their self-healing ability is very strong, the scars on their chests quickly scabbed, and then fell off, and they kept roaring, venting their desires.