Chapter 75 The Rose and the Snake 15
Abraxas's gray-blue eyes swept over the disgusting ball of poisonous spider silk, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the palm of his left hand - the place that had been pierced by thorns and absorbed Voldemort's magic.
An extremely faint, cold touch came from the fingertips, as if it had some kind of secret resonance with the poisonous spider silk on the table.
He needs strength.
Needs recovery.
Need...chips to fight back.
Last night's manifestation of the thorn mark and the 55% synchronization rate of damage transfer rules were like a double-edged sword. It allowed him to see the possibility of self-protection, but also made him fall deeper into the twisted bond with Voldemort.
And this absurd "sweater mission" in front of us may... become an unexpected opportunity.
He stretched out his left hand (the hand that was fused with dark magic), without wearing gloves, and directly grabbed the squirming, pungent-smelling poisonous spider silk!
"hiss……"
The moment the fingertips touched the spider silk, a strong feeling of numbness and slight tingling immediately came, as if being pricked by countless tiny ice needles.
The surface of the spider silk was slippery and cold, wriggling slightly like a living thing.
Abraxas frowned slightly, suppressing his discomfort. Following the steps projected by the system in his mind, he clumsily and awkwardly threaded several long steel needles (also "provided" by the system, flashing with ominous cold light) into the spider silk and began the so-called "weaving".
Every pull on the needle caused the spider silk to secrete more sticky, dark green venom, staining his fingers and the steel needle.
The numbness spreads up the arm, and distorted colored light spots occasionally flash before the eyes (hallucinogenic effect).
But his gray-blue eyes were always cold and focused, as if he was not knitting a sweater of "love" but forging a poisoned chain.
He tried to carefully blend the cold, dark magic belonging to Voldemort in the palm of his left hand into the pulled poisonous spider silk, just like weaving a spider web.
This process is extremely difficult and dangerous, like dancing on the edge of a knife.
The toxicity of the spider silk itself repelled the external magic power, and the weaving was almost interrupted several times.
But Abraxas had Malfoy's almost paranoid patience and precise control.
Gradually, a delicate balance was formed.
After the poisonous spider silk was absorbed by his dark magic power, its movement became a little slower and the stench it emitted seemed to be a little lighter.
The magic power flowing through his fingertips seemed to have found a temporary, highly toxic carrier, becoming easier to control.
A "prototype of a sweater" with an extremely ugly shape, crooked stitching, and colors like an overturned palette mixed with dark green poisonous marks, slowly and firmly took shape under his cold fingers.
Time passes in the boring and dangerous weaving.
The air in the study was filled with a mixture of sulfur, venom, and a strange, cold magic.
Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from Abraxas's forehead, and the fingers of his left hand trembled slightly due to the continued numbness and output of magic power. Small, dark green ulcerated spots began to appear on the skin at the fingertips.
Just then—
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the study door, and the voice was hesitant.
Abraxas paused, his gray-blue eyes suddenly sharp as a knife.
"Enter."
The door was pushed open a crack, revealing the pale and bloodless face of his wife, Orion Black.
She was wearing a high-necked lace dress, and her eyes were still empty, but now there was a hint of imperceptible panic.
She cautiously leaned in, her eyes quickly sweeping over Abraxas, the strange and ugly "fabric" in his hand, and the colorful and wriggling "yarn" on the table, and immediately shrank her neck like a frightened rabbit.
"A... Abraxas," her voice was as thin as a mosquito and morbidly weak, "Minister Millicent... is here. He said... he has important matters concerning the Hogwarts Board of Governors and must... must see you immediately."
Millicent Barnold? A cold gleam flashed in Abraxas's eyes.
This old fox has a keen sense of smell.
The farce in the Ministry of Magic garden last night, the scarlet pupils revealed in CC's eyes, and the thrilling "Dance with the Heart" between him and Voldemort must have been heard by him through various channels.
The visit at this moment is called the school board meeting, but it is actually a test and a spy.
"Tell him I'm dealing with urgent family matters and I'm not available."
Abraxas' voice was cold, and he didn't look up as his fingers continued to weave through the poisonous spider silk.
Orion's presence was too weak, so he didn't need to hide anything in front of her.
"But...but..." Orian seemed even more uneasy, twisting the hem of her skirt with her fingers.
"He said... he said it was about several properties in Knockturn Alley... possibly involving... involving 'that gentleman'..." Her voice trailed off with fear.
Voldemort? Abraxas's finger paused for an imperceptible half-second. Dumbledore, that old fellow, really knew how to poke him in the nick of time.
The industry in Knockturn Alley is his important gray area fund and the key to maintaining the family's operation. It must not be lost.
"Let him wait in the reception room," Abraxas said coldly, speeding up his weaving.
The paralyzing feeling of the poisonous spider silk made his fingers a little stiff, but he had to complete this "gift" as soon as possible.
Orian felt as if he had been pardoned. He immediately closed the door and walked out.
However, at the moment the study door closed, a figure appeared in the shadow of the corridor corner, clinging to the wall like a gecko.
It was Millicent himself! He hadn't even been to the drawing-room!
His cloudy old eyes flashed with a cunning gleam. In his hand, he held a slender magic peephole that looked like a brass key. One end of the peephole silently inserted into the keyhole of the ancient door lock of the study.
Through the distorted vision of the endoscope, Millicent saw the scene in the study clearly.
Abraxas had a pale face and a focused (or perhaps cold) expression as he knitted a hideous sweater of strange colors that looked extremely poisonous.
The squirming ball of "wool" beside him exuded an ominous aura, and the dark green venom and tiny sores on his fingers were even more shocking!
A fanatical gleam suddenly burst out from Millicent's cloudy eyes!
He quickly pulled out a memory crystal and faithfully recorded the bizarre yet 'intelligible' scene he saw through the keyhole.
Malfoy is knitting a poisonous sweater for the Dark Lord?!
This is simply a huge scandal and handle.
Whether it is used to threaten Malfoy or as a token of allegiance to Voldemort, it is priceless!
In the evening, at Knockturn Alley, the "Night Owl's Nest" stronghold.
The atmosphere in the study was more solemn than last time.
Voldemort sat behind the ebony desk, his handsome face expressionless, except for the scarlet light in the depths of his eyes, like solidified blood, emitting a suffocating low pressure.
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