Chapter 1605 Phantom Monster

Wormtail was too stressed to be a Death Eater, especially at the thought of facing Sirius again...but he had no other choice, thank goodness Voldemort didn't just kill him , Pettigrew Peter ran out of the room in a panic.

The room was quiet again, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes swept over the faces of the panicked followers one by one.

"As I said!" he said, "I see now that I want to see the two boys, I need to get the whereabouts of the scepter from Mason, and besides, I want Kill Potter myself, but before I do, I need to do something, like borrow a wand from one of you."

All the faces around Voldemort were instantly filled with shock, as if it was their arm that he was asking for.

Some people were still secretly looking at Voldemort's left arm, which had been shaking unnaturally since just now.

It doesn't look like a human arm should look like.

"No one volunteers?" said Voldemort slowly. "Let me see...Lucius, I don't think you need a wand anymore!"

Lucius Malfoy looked up, his skin sallow in the firelight, shadows cast around his deep-set eyes.

He opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound.

"Owner?"

"Your wand, Lucius, I want your wand."

"I......"

Malfoy glanced at his wife beside him, she was staring straight ahead, her face was as pale as her husband's, her long blond hair hung down her back, unresponsive, yet under the table, her slender fingers gently Touched his wrist.

At this touch from his wife, Lucius reached into his robes, drew his wand, and handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort held his wand up to his scarlet eyes, watching carefully.

"What is it made of?"

"Em, master." Lucius said softly.

"Where's the core?"

"Dragon...Dragon Heart Tendon."

"Very good!" said Voldemort, putting his wand on the table, drew out his wand with his pale right hand, and compared the lengths.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a moment he looked as if he expected Voldemort to hand him his wand.

His movement did not escape Voldemort's eyes, which opened wide with hostility.

"Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?"

There was a chuckle from the crowd, and the Death Eaters looked at Malfoy gloatingly.

"I have given you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough? But I found that you and your family seem not happy. It is because of my appearance that you lost your job. Are you unhappy? , Lucius?"

"No, no, master!"

"Don't lie, Lucius..." Voldemort's voice became colder and colder, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot because of it. The Death Eaters stopped snickering, and they all fell silent. A few timid ones couldn't help trembling, "Why are the Malfoy family so unhappy? My return, my return to power, isn't it what you have been claiming to desire for so many years?"

"Of course it is, my lord!" said Lucius Malfoy, wiping the sweat from his upper lip with trembling hands. "We longed, and still do."

On Malfoy's left, his wife nodded oddly and stiffly.

On his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging above his head until now, glanced at Voldemort and then looked away. After Snape brought him back, he fell into a nightmare from which he would never wake up.

Dumbledore was right, he was not someone who could kill, but Dumbledore died in front of him like this.

Waking up countless times in the middle of the night, the scene of Dumbledore falling appeared in front of Draco's eyes.

But even scarier things had come from within this house, from his own home, and a lot had changed since Voldemort had come here.

As the current headquarters of the Death Eaters, Malfoy Manor not only changed the atmosphere, Draco saw more and more shadows... He didn't know how to describe what he saw, he I thought I was wrong at first, but seeing it more and more times made Draco realize that these things are real. Those monster-shaped black shadows, which seemed to not exist in this world, suddenly appeared in the room, throwing The person was scared to death, and disappeared after a few seconds.

Even if you reach out and touch it, you can't touch it. These monsters are just shadows.

It seemed like an evil spell, and Draco couldn't be sure, and what was more depressing was that he didn't dare speak about it, even to his parents.

Because he was not sure if he knew a certain secret of Voldemort, if he was the only one who could see it, if he said it rashly... There is a fear that is even more terrible than death, Draco now I really felt it.

While Draco couldn't help remembering these things, there was a shout of excitement from his left side.

"Master!" cried the dark-skinned woman excitedly. "It is a great honor for us to have you here, in our family house. There is nothing more gratifying than this."

She sat next to her sister, who looked nothing like the two, her dark hair and drooping eyelids made him look like he was under something; Physically leaning towards Voldemort, as if words alone were not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

"Nothing could be more pleasing," repeated Voldemort, turning his head slightly towards her. "It means so much, Bellacritus, to you."

Her face was full of joy, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Master knows I'm telling the truth!"

"Is there anything more gratifying than that . . . than the happy event that happened at your house this week?"

She stared at him, opened her mouth, obviously confused, "Master, I don't know what you are talking about..."

"I'm talking about your niece, Bellacritus. Also your nieces, Lucius and Narcissa. She just married a werewolf, that Remus Lupine. You must be very proud .”

There was a burst of jeering around the table, a lot of pleasant glances were exchanged, and a few pounded the table with their fists. Bellaclitus' face that was full of joy just now turned blushing and ugly.

Marrying a werewolf is a family disgrace.