Chapter 1165 ? Hug

In Bulgaria in the southeast of the Balkan Peninsula, the Dark Lord's new temporary base.

In the somewhat dark room, the torches on the walls were burning fiercely, illuminating the stone floors on the ground. A dozen unlucky ghosts dressed as local wizards were floating head-down in the air, and a burst of gray fog appeared and disappeared. Surrounding these victims, Voldemort was opening his mouth, devouring the gray and white substances emerging from their bodies one by one. The hair of an elderly female Muggle was gradually turning pale, and the plump skin on her body seemed to have been drained of moisture. It became shriveled, and the vitality of the whole person was sucked away by the puffs of black smoke-and then her soul was sucked away, turning the unlucky ghost who was swallowed up first into powder.

The personal consciousness contained in this unrefined soul was also sucked into his own head by Voldemort. The memories and emotions that did not belong to him made Voldemort, who was fighting against it with his head down, naked. There are dark green veins bulging on the forehead, surging magic power and chaotic thoughts, making the waxy cheeks that are paler than bones become more ferocious.

After a while, the movement from outside the stone wall of the room made the red-eyed Voldemort regain some sanity, but it also made him even more furious when he was disturbed. He waved his wand, and the tidy stone and brick wall seemed to come alive. Usually, the wall opened a round hole like the eye of a storm, revealing the scene outside, and then, the Dark Lord's hand that had not let go of the spell was about to cast another spell, and green light began to accumulate on the tip of his staff.

But then, Voldemort's serpentine face frowned and flung the Killing Curse against one of the walls, his perfect red eye flicked coldly towards the door with its cat-like pupil, and he raised his voice, "Bella you Idiot... Watch out for that little thing of yours!!"

It was the Dark Lord's daughter, Delphine, who made the noise. She levitated herself in the air with another magical riot, and messed up the things in the corridor outside along the way. And hearing the sudden cry coming from the room, the little chubby baby danced and controlled its own floating direction.

The Dark Lord then stared furiously at Delphi as if held by invisible hands, and floated in through the doorway, seeing that Bella did not respond, Voldemort pushed the baby in the air past her and into the corridor: "Nagini, come here .”

But there were no other sounds in the empty corridor. The baby stabilized quickly after being pushed away, and the angle of her float was just enough to see the tall and thin Voldemort in the room clearly. The small body paused for a moment. , the curious big eyes rolled around, blinked, and after recognizing it, they giggled and floated towards Voldemort.

Voldemort was using his prosthetic limb to point his wand at the Death Eater mark on his left arm a little irritablely, and was about to go mad at his subordinates, but when his right arm sank, he was hugged by that soft little thing.

The memory of the victim still remained in his mind, and Voldemort, who was stunned for a moment, rolled his bloodshot eyes, "Go away! Little monster!" Voldemort's voice was so cold that it could almost freeze.

But the little baby was not afraid, and just smiled at him. She was suspended in the air with her ten fingers stretched upwards to beg Voldemort to hug her, and her body trembled upwards twice.

Voldemort directly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the baby ruthlessly from behind with his big hand, and threw her aside. The small body suspended in the air rolled uncontrollably for a few times, before the body hit the wall. The blow sent her bouncing to the other side again, bouncing around the room and the little one giggling, she thought it was Voldemort playing with herself.

But the crisp laughter made Voldemort's impatient face even more distorted and terrifying. He thought that this annoying little monster looked down on him.

But then there were a few plops, and the furious Voldemort ignored the maintenance of magic power, and the upside-down wizard victims lost their levitation ability and fell directly to the ground, like a puddle of soft mud, making no sound other than the sound of falling. What sound, though they did not die.

The baby followed the prestige and saw these people fall in different postures, and began to let out a sharper baby laugh: "Hey hey."

This made Voldemort raise an eyebrow without an eyebrow. He paused for a moment, looked at the little baby carefully, and then raised his wand: "Avada ate a big melon!"

A burst of green light flashed, illuminating the innocent face of the baby girl.

Victims who fell to the ground but didn't lose their life before are really dead now

"Hey hey!"

As the Dark Lord had just guessed, the child really started laughing again.

But beyond Voldemort's expectation, the little monster rushed towards him again without giving up, and stretched out his hands to Voldemort: "The little monster doesn't know what fear is?"

Seeing that the other party didn't move, Delphine simply floated up by himself, and let his eyes be at the same level as Voldemort, as if he was also looking at him in detail. Finally, the baby raised its fleshy little finger high and inserted it into his father's noseless in the nostrils.

"Go away!" Voldemort's expression turned ferocious in an instant, the sudden loud sound scared the child suspended in the air backwards, and he became head-down, and the Dark Lord seemed very uncomfortable with this situation, he Carrying his right hand on his back, he pushed his left hand towards the baby and pushed the baby back.

Then, some memories in Voldemort's memory that did not belong to him reappeared in his mind. In the end, he subconsciously turned his head and looked outside the room behind him. Seems to be trying to hug the child.

But suddenly, the movement of his left hand stopped, and he turned to press the wand held by his right prosthetic arm against the Death Eater mark on his arm. After a while, his twisted mouth moved: "I hope that what you are going to report is really so serious." important."

The Dark Lord looked at the little baby again, and this time he withdrew his hands as if electrocuted, and then touched his own forehead with the fingers of his prosthetic limb, and then, angry with himself, he turned to the corpse and the baby on the ground. Some of the powder that the previous victim participated in growled: "Weak Mudblood..."

After finishing speaking, he had already passed the short chaotic period of soul absorption, and when he shook off those Voldemorts who were not his own false memories and the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, he grabbed the baby by the back collar with his left hand, and carried her Went to Bella's room and threw her back in the pram.

Delphi Riddle thought it was still a play, and dishonestly wanted to fly, but the fence on her stroller suddenly rose and met above her, trapping her in the stroller like a cage.

Then, the gloomy Voldemort walked out with his legs without any hesitation or nostalgia.

Different from the previous base they occupied, in the house they occupied in Bulgaria, there was no wealth or resources piled up in the corners. The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters have become accustomed to keeping wealth and resources in In the traceless retractable charm pocket hanging on his belt - the personal equipment of these dark wizards can also be regarded as another upgrade.

And the pair of thick-soled dragon leather boots on the feet of the Dark Lord who was advancing steadily broke the movement of the temporary meeting room in the distance, making the room that was originally the dining room of the house quiet.