The dark sky was suddenly illuminated by a pale golden light, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth.
This day is destined to be a restless day.
The atmosphere in Malfoy Manor in the afternoon was extremely heavy.
The hall was silent, and the flames of the candles reflected the shadows of the people on the stone walls, swaying with the floating of the flames.
The long table in front of Voldemort exudes a cold atmosphere.
He did not sit on the high throne, but sat at the long table.
"Today is destined to be an extraordinary day."
"I want to hear what you think." Voldemort showed his rare smile.
That smile made Malfoy's hair stand on end.
It was distorted, unlike the cruel and bloodthirsty smile in the past, it seemed to be a genuine smile from the heart.
But it was precisely this that made him even more horrified.
While Malfoy was thinking, his mother suddenly stood up from her seat and knelt down in front of Voldemort.
"Master, please, don't let Draco go to the battlefield, he is not even an adult yet." Narcissa begged.
"Narcisha!" Lucius' voice became flustered and deep, and he didn't have time to stop it for a while.
"Oh?" The Dark Lord looked at the woman with an incomprehensible expression.
"Master, my mother may be a little too nervous." Malfoy immediately stood up from his seat, arched his body, and lowered his head to explain.
Lucius stood up too, leaning forward.
"In this way, the three of you don't want to go to the front line anymore, do you?" Voldemort said in an intriguing tone.
Lucius and Narcissa have been excluded from the core, due to the diary.
But their son is still trusted at a very high level.
"That's nothing." Voldemort shook his head and said kindly.
Malfoy's pupils shrank suddenly... He always felt that something was wrong.
"Master, thank you for your kindness." Narcissa said gratefully.
"But it is impossible to enjoy the fruits of victory in thin air..."
"let me see… "
"Will you take care of Nagini, Draco?"
Malfoy's palm suddenly clenched into a fist, a little unbelievable.
Nagini, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, created around his re-emergence, was supposed to be Bertha Jorkins, or Muggle Frank.
But none of them died.
However, with Voldemort's character, the selection of Horcruxes will not be easily changed. Nagini has followed him for many years, in the forests of Albania, longer than his most loyal subordinates.
It is a better choice.
Malfoy also opened his mind to verify once before.
Just being close, those twisted, evil, fearful negativity floods in.
Malfoy even tried to guess that Peter Pettigrew's disappearance may have been killed by Voldemort, which was the result of being angered.
To a large extent, Malfoy stayed here just to seek opportunities to kill Nagini, and he has been tirelessly seeking opportunities, but now, Voldemort sent the butcher knife to his hands, which made him have an illusory sense of restlessness. sense of reality.
"Draco, what do you think?"
"Everything is up to your arrangement." Malfoy didn't act very positively.
"That's as your mother wishes." Voldemort laughed triumphantly.
"It's in my bedroom, you can watch him later."
"Do you have any other objections?" he then asked.
The slightly smarter ones here responded with growls.
"By the way, where's the Mudblood?"
"It has been dealt with according to your request." Malfoy said humbly.
At this time, there was a crude wooden cart outside the hall, on which stood a cross. "Hermione" was tied up like Jesus was being tortured, his hands were tied into a horizontal line, and his head was leaning slightly.
The scarlet eyes suddenly shrank.
Malfoy immediately became a little nervous, for fear that something went wrong and would be found out.
"It seems that I was overthinking. I thought you would be a bit soft-hearted. After all, many people go crazy for the so-called love, and you are very rational." Voldemort looked at the tortured "Granger" and said in a low voice, Said with great satisfaction.
"Mudbloods are not good enough for you. Those lowly bastards will only be our playthings, slaves."
"She seems to have a stun spell?"
"If she wakes up, she will obviously say some obscenities to you, Master." Malfoy said respectfully.
"You are very considerate. I believe you can protect Nagini well and deserve my trust."
"Of course, my master". Malfoy took a few steps back and said respectfully.
Voldemort suddenly raised his head, looked at the increasingly bright sky, and then he gently waved the cuffs of his robe.
"Set off."
The werewolves screamed, the vampires ground their fangs.
The Death Eater army set off from Malfoy Manor in mighty force.
The prelude to the war has begun
The Malfoy family, like spectators, silently watched the group of uninvited guests who took over the magpie's nest, and gradually left, leaving behind a mess and chaos.
"Father, mother, go to Grimmauld Place now, I have made Dobby a secret keeper."
Malfoy put his arms around his parents' shoulders and said softly.
This is an almost unsolvable cycle.
"Draco, you..." Narcissa stretched out her hand, and gently brushed her son's short pale blonde hair with loving eyes.
"Thank you, Mom, for helping me a lot." Malfoy smiled, bowing his head.
"What do you want to do, Draco." Lucius' voice was very low, which was quite different from his usual calmness.
"Dad, that's what should be done." Malfoy's tone turned cold, his eyes filled with determination.
His parents, too, seemed to guess what their son was up to.