Chapter 280 Who Is the Gun?

Harry was put down by Peter Pettigrew, and his wand was pressed back into his hand. He stood beside the tombstone, his legs still shaking. The Death Eaters moved closer, tightly surrounding him and Voldemort.

"We bow to each other, Harry," Voldemort said, bowing, but his snake face was still looking at Harry, "Come, etiquette must be observed... Dumbledore must want you to be very graceful... Bow to Death, Harry..."

The Death Eaters laughed again. Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled. Harry did not bend down, he would not let Voldemort play with him before killing him... He would not let him succeed...

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand-Harry felt his spine bend, as if an invisible hand was pressing his back forward mercilessly. The Death Eaters laughed even harder.

"Very good--" Voldemort said softly, raising his wand, and the pressure on Harry's back disappeared, "Now look at me like a man... hold your head high, just like your father did when he died..."

"Now, we can start to decide--who?!!" Voldemort raised his head suddenly, and his red eyes instantly looked to Harry's upper left.

A heavy invisible pressure suddenly appeared in the center of the cemetery, and all the air seemed to be sucked out in an instant, as if a big cover suddenly fell from the sky and covered the center of the cemetery.

Harry felt as if his lungs were being strangled, and breathing became very difficult. He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. The Death Eaters were also not feeling well. Under the pressure of this pressure, everyone was forced to retreat at least a dozen steps. A large space was suddenly vacated in the center of the cemetery, leaving only Voldemort and Harry who was kneeling.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded faintly.

A swirling vortex of colors appeared silently, and then a figure slowly stepped out of the vortex.

Although there is no shortage of means of transformation in the magic world, Voldemort can be sure that this is definitely not Dumbledore. It was a face of a young boy who was terribly young, no more than 15 years old, with platinum-colored hair flying back with the wind, a pair of dark gray pupils, and a slightly raised mouth, a cynical smile, and an indifferent expression as if nothing in the world would be taken to heart -

Even in the recent years when Voldemort was in trouble and fleeing, he had heard of this name, especially after Peter Pettigrew found him, he had seen the boy's photos in major media and newspapers -

Especially, his name was discussed by him and the Death Eaters not long ago -

Sharin Malfoy.

The Death Eaters were in a small commotion. The fluctuation in the air just now almost made them want to kneel down and beg for mercy, or turn around and run away. They thought it was Dumbledore. Now, the person who came out of the vortex was actually a teenager who looked no more than fifteen years old. The huge contrast undoubtedly made them completely unable to react.

"Is it you?" Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly. He was not a person who didn't know what was good.

None of the Death Eaters at the scene raised their wands to the newcomers. This was obviously a very scary mental magic that could disintegrate the enemy's hostility and fighting spirit invisibly. The Death Eaters were frightened by the pressure just now and could not count on them at all.

Voldemort quickly stimulated his magic power. The temperature of the air suddenly dropped for a while, and the atmosphere of terror and despair began to spread in the cemetery.

"What courage! You dare to come here alone!" Voldemort spoke first, his eyes locked tightly on Sherin's figure, and he had already started to calculate in his heart.

"Interesting..." When Xie Ling saw that it was Voldemort, his first reaction was to be stunned -

Shouldn't I go to see May? How did I break into this Death Eater meeting?

As expected of Xie Ling, he regained his composure in just a moment. Although he was facing the notorious Voldemort and was surrounded by ten ruthless Death Eaters, he still had that indifferent smile on his lips, as if he didn't care about anything in front of him at all.

"It's so interesting... My Lord Dark Lord... From your expression, it seems that you recognize me, which is strange," Xie Lin said with a smile: "I am a direct descendant of the Malfoy family, the biological son of your most loyal subordinate - Lucius Malfoy. When you suddenly saw me, shouldn't the first thing you said be to ask-"

"Why am I here? Where is my father Lucius?" Xie Lin's smile slowly faded, and his eyes began to bloom with a sharp edge like an eagle or a falcon, "Couldn't I be assigned by my father to come here to replace him to attend this gathering exclusively for the Death Eaters?"

"Then-" Xie Lin's eyes sank, "Why did I feel the deep... hostility of everyone here towards me as soon as I appeared on the scene, before I said anything or did anything?"

Voldemort made a frown-like movement. As smart as he was, he didn't need too much nonsense to point out that he obviously realized that something was wrong.

Seeing Voldemort's expression, Xie Lin couldn't guess what was going on.

"The noble and great Dark Lord..." Xie Lin turned his head and swept his surroundings like lightning. The Death Eaters standing around were swept away by his gaze, as if they had done something guilty, but they didn't Involuntarily taking a few steps back, Xie Lin raised the corners of his mouth again, "Now it seems that before I appeared, you were chatting with your dearest Death Eater family? Couldn't your topic be me?" Well, it should be, and I guess, your final conclusion is that the Malfoy family has betrayed or something, and I have become the biggest enemy of your Death Eaters besides Old Man Deng. Do you think I am right? ?”

Voldemort pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"It seems that I should have guessed everything right," Xie Lin shook his head and said with a pretense of sadness: "I said, you really make me sad. We are all members of a pure-blood family. Even if there are any disputes over interests, in the end, We are all from the same class and circle, and my father and you are both the Dark Lord's most trusted and most capable subordinates. Do you want to deal with me like this? "

"I think about it, and I don't understand how I provoked you, unless -" Xie Lin's eyes were fixed on one of the Death Eaters, "The one who wants to deal with me is another master behind you. ," Xie Lin smiled and said softly: "Great Lord Dark Lord, I am really curious, who mentioned my name to you first just now, um - let me guess, Selwyn? "

"Ser, Er, Wen!" Voldemort was furious.

"Master, please listen to my explanation... It's not like this... Master..." Selwyn hurriedly knelt down, lying on the ground, and kept begging for mercy. His whole back was trembling, and it was obvious that he had something in his heart. How scared.

"I'm just surprised..." Voldemort said softly: "How could those dragon shadows... be so kind and send Potter here for me to complete my resurrection... It turns out... this is killing someone with a borrowed knife... …”

"The Shadow of the Demonic Dragon...is using me as a gun..."

"Hahaha..." Xie Lin seemed to have heard some funny joke and couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing!" Voldemort tried hard to suppress the anger that was brewing in his body. He was still trying to control his reason. He had to figure out what was going on tonight, and he couldn't take action yet.

"Lord Dark Lord, you really made me laugh to death," Xie Lin patted his chest, as if it took a lot of effort to stop laughing, "Have you been away from the UK for too long...have you lost touch with the situation in the past few years? Don’t you know...don’t you know-"

Xie Lin's eyes gradually became cold, and there was a faint sense of fighting in the depths of his eyes. His lips trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Sir, times have changed -"

"How do you know that the Shadow of the Dragon is treating you as a spear user -" he paused before saying, "rather than treating me as a spear user?"