Chapter 79 The Rose and the Snake 19
"Stop her!" the guard reacted and shouted sternly.
But it was too late! Clarisse, with a frenzied urge, used all her strength to slam against the heavy oak door!
"Bang--!"
The huge crashing sound, like a dull drumbeat, penetrated the soundproof barrier of the study and came in clearly.
In the study, the sudden loud noise was like thunder, breaking the deadly stalemate between Abraxas and Voldemort!
Voldemort's body swayed again due to the violent flood of sensory sensations. His scarlet pupils regained a brief clarity due to distraction, but the rage and murderous intent in them became even more intense!
He turned his head sharply towards the door and heard Clarisse's sharp curses and the commotion of the Death Eaters outside.
Control? Deception? Poisoned clothes? These words were like poisonous needles, piercing his extremely sensitive nerves due to humiliation and loss of control!
Abraxas also retracted the invisible magic thread, and his gray-blue eyes instantly returned to absolute coldness and calmness.
He straightened his back, as if nothing had happened, but his face was still transparently pale.
Snitch? Millicent Barnold? Clarice Barnold.
It was expected, even... it was part of his plan. Chaos was the perfect cover.
Just then—
"Bang!"
The heavy oak door of the study was suddenly blown open by a powerful magic from the outside! Wood chips flew everywhere!
Clarice rushed in like a madman, followed by several core Death Eaters with livid faces who tried to stop her but did not dare to do anything, as well as more ordinary members who gathered at the door, looking out with panic in their eyes.
"Master! Master, don't be fooled by him!"
Clarice saw at a glance the strange, squirming poisonous sweater on Voldemort's body and the strange dark green magic pattern on his neck, and became more certain of her judgment.
She pointed at Abraxas and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Look! He put a poison suit on you. He wants to harm you! Control you! He doesn't love you at all. He's using you! He said it himself, he just wants to get rid of me! He..."
Her voice stopped abruptly.
Because Voldemort's gaze was like two sharp blades tempered with ten thousand years of ice, piercing her accurately!
The rage and murderous intent in his eyes, as well as the terrifying pressure that froze her soul as if her absolute reverse scale had been touched, made her speechless in an instant. She was like a chicken with its neck strangled, and her blood ran cold.
Voldemort slowly stood up straight.
Although the numbness and stagnation brought by the poisonous spider silk were still there, although the twisted pleasure in his body had not completely subsided, and although the magic pattern on his neck was burning... he forced himself to suppress it all with his supreme willpower.
The absolute and unquestionable pressure belonging to the Dark Lord surged out from him like a tangible tide, instantly filling the entire study and making everyone breathless.
He didn't even look at Clarisse. His scarlet pupils were like a whirlpool in the abyss, slowly sweeping across the frightened and suspicious faces of every Death Eater at the door.
Finally, his gaze fell on the leading Death Eater A, who had knelt down last night to admonish him that "Malfoy is sucking your power".
"You," Voldemort's voice was as low as the death knell of hell, without the slightest fluctuation, "Just now... did you also feel that your 'master' was being controlled by a Malfoy?"
He tilted his head slightly, his movements graceful, yet filled with chilling murderous intent.
Death Eater A's face turned pale as paper in an instant!
Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
He wanted to argue, to show his loyalty, but under Voldemort's scarlet gaze that seemed to penetrate his soul, his teeth chattered and he couldn't say a word! Fear overwhelmed everything.
"Crucio!"
Without giving any chance to explain, a scarlet beam of light (instead of the usual silver-white) that was more concentrated and violent than the one in the garden last night suddenly shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, like a bloody claw stretched out from hell, fiercely grabbing Death Eater A!
“Aa ...
A shrill howl that was not like a human voice suddenly broke out.
Death Eater A's body seemed to be torn and twisted by an invisible force, forming an extremely strange posture in the air.
The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard! Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out of his mouth and nose.
The pain seemed to come from the depths of the soul, making all the Death Eaters who witnessed it feel their scalps explode and their hearts and livers break.
Voldemort had an expressionless face, his scarlet pupils coldly admiring the miserable state of Death Eater A, as if he were crushing an ant.
He would use the most brutal means and absolute fear to crush any signs of wavering and re-establish his unshakable authority.
At the same time, he was also venting the unprecedented humiliation and loss of control he had just endured at the hands of Abraxas.
"Who else?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded against the background of Death Eater A's continuous screams.
Like the whisper of death, his eyes swept over the silent crowd at the door.
"Who else... questions my will? Questions my choice of... 'lover'?"
He emphasized the word "lover" with a twisted declaration, and his scarlet pupils finally fell on Clarisse, who was pale and trembling like a sieve.
Clarisse completely collapsed under Voldemort's gaze, which was like looking at a dead object.
Her legs softened and she collapsed to the ground with a plop. The warm liquid instantly soaked through her skirt, and a fishy smell filled the air. She was incontinent.
The immense fear prevented her from even screaming. She could only open her mouth in vain like a fish out of water, making silent hoarse sounds.
The only sounds in the study were Death Eater A's increasingly faint screams and the teeth-grinding magical hum of the Cruciatus Curse.
All the Death Eaters lowered their heads deeply, not daring to meet Voldemort's eyes. Fear was like a cold poisonous snake coiling around their hearts.
Abraxas stood quietly behind Voldemort, like a silent ghost.
His gray-blue eyes watched calmly the bloody suppression before him, watched Clarisse's ugly appearance, and watched the Death Eaters' terrified submission.
When Voldemort released powerful magic to suppress it, the dark red thorn mark on his chest felt a faint burning resonance, as if it was silently absorbing something.
He could feel that deep within the brand, there seemed to be some kind of cold consciousness whispering, telling the mystery of the interweaving of pain and power.
Voldemort seemed to have sensed the movement of the mark as well.
He tilted his head slightly, and his scarlet eyes swept across Abraxas's calm profile, then fell back to his left hand, which was trembling slightly due to casting a spell - the golden system patterns on the fingertips were now emitting a brighter and hotter light than ever before!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
