Chapter 1606 Werewolves and Death

The Death Eaters didn't care about that, they were happy to see other people suffer, as long as it wasn't themselves. It had been a joy to see Bellatrix and the Malfoys humiliated. Bellatrix was flushed with happiness just now, but now her face was red and white, which was very ugly.

"Master, she is not our niece." She shouted amidst the roar of laughter, "Just like Sirius who was driven out of the Black family, our sister is also a disgrace to the family, since she married that mudblood We were removed from the family, and we, Narcissa and I, never set eyes on her and had nothing to do with her. Neither the child nor the animal she married had anything to do with us. "

"Draco, what do you say?" Voldemort asked, his voice low but clear over the screams and jeers, "would you take care of those little wolf cubs? If I let you go there , would you like to go?"

Being called by Voldemort, Draco Malfoy visibly shivered.

He subconsciously covered his arm and looked at his father in horror.

His father stared down at his knees, and then he met his mother's gaze.

His mother shook her head almost imperceptibly, then stared blankly at the opposite wall again.

Draco didn't seem to see the response from his mother, or didn't know how to answer it. His anxious thoughts blurred for a while, and he fell into another terrible memory again. He couldn't help but think of the punishment he received last summer vacation. Voldemort punished the Malfoy family heavily because of his father's incompetence.

What does Voldemort really mean? werewolf? Little wolf cub?

Let Draco take care of them?

Since Fenrir Greyback was killed by Ivan in the last operation, the werewolf army assembled in the underground world has been in chaos. It should have been the most threatening and combative werewolf in Voldemort's dark army, but now it has become A dish of loose sand, they urgently need...

No! ! !

Either way, Draco didn't want anything to do with werewolves again.

His grip on his arm grew stronger, and his face grew pale. Greyback was dead, and he should be free from this terrible threat.

His father said that there will be a way, everything will be solved...

The scene became more lively because of Draco's delay in answering Voldemort.

"Enough!" whispered Voldemort, playing with his wand. "Enough."

The laughter subsided immediately, and the atmosphere became oppressive again.

"Many of our oldest families have grown a little sick for a long time," he said, and Bellatrix stared at him earnestly, holding her breath. "You have to prune to keep it healthy, don't you?" ? Cut out those parts that threaten your overall health."

"Yes, my lord!" Bellatrix whispered, feverishly, with tears of gratitude again in her eyes, "if the opportunity arises!"

"There will be a chance," said Voldemort, his left arm twitching unnaturally again, "in your family, in the whole world . . . Pure wizards...we want to establish a new order, build a new world..."

While speaking, Voldemort slowly raised Lucius Malfoy's wand with his right hand, pointed at the slightly rotating human body hanging above the table, and waved it lightly.

The man woke up with a groan, and began to struggle to break free from the invisible ropes.

"Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face, expressionless.

At this moment, all the Death Eaters looked up at the captive, as if they had been given permission to show their curiosity.

The woman said in a hoarse, terrified voice as she spun to face the fire, "Severus! Help me!"

"Oh, I got it," said Snape, and the prisoner slowly turned around again.

"What about you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, stroking the snake's nose with his wand-free hand.

Draco shook his head violently, growing more terrified.

Now that the woman is awake, he doesn't seem to dare to look at her anymore.

"It's not surprising that you probably haven't had her lessons," said Voldemort. "Some of you may not know her, so let me tell you that we are here tonight with Caredy Bubbaji, who has been Taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

There were soft, enlightened sounds around the table, and a broad-shouldered, stooped, sharp-toothed woman giggled.

"Yes, Professor Bubaji taught the children of wizards all kinds of knowledge about Muggles, telling them that Muggles are not much different from us..."

A Death Eater spat on the ground, and Caredy Bubbaji turned to face Snape again, "Severus, please, please..."

"Quiet." Voldemort said and shook Malfoy's wand lightly. Caredy seemed to be gagged, and immediately fell silent, "Professor Bubbaji is not satisfied with corrupting and poisoning the minds of wizard children. Weeks also wrote an impassioned defense of the mudbloods in a newspaper article, saying that wizards must tolerate those who steal their knowledge and magic. Professor Bubbaji said that the decline in the number of purebred wizards is a very welcome phenomenon , she wants us all to marry Muggles... and, no doubt, werewolves..."

Draco Malfoy shivered again, he never let go of the hand holding his arm, his head was in a mess now, there were werewolves for a while, and more and more black shadows appeared in the manor house for a while , and Voldemort's terrible laughter, all of which finally converged into the same picture: Dumbledore was hit by the green light of the Killing Curse and fell from the Astronomy Tower.

That is the root of all nightmares. If Dumbledore was still alive, he would definitely help him, but now, he is alone and helpless. He knows that his parents dare not resist in front of Voldemort. Maybe in the near future, he will be killed. ...

Regardless of what Draco Malfoy thought, after Voldemort finished speaking, this time, no one in the common room laughed.

There was no doubt that there was anger and contempt in Voldemort's voice.

Caredy Bubbaji turned to Snape for the third time, tears welling from her eyes and streaming into her hair, begging silently.

Snape looked at her indifferently, and slowly, she turned around again.

"Avada Kedavra."

A green light illuminated every corner of the room, and with a bang, Caredy landed on the table, causing the table to tremble and creak.

Several Death Eaters huddled in their chairs in shock, and Draco slid from his seat to the floor, jolted out of his own memories and pulled into a harsher reality.

"Nice wand!" whispered Voldemort. "This time, we will succeed. This world and everything in it is mine."