Chapter 81 The Rose and the Snake 21
A dark purple vortex unfolded—hiding the [Group File]! A blood-red icon pulsed wildly: [Observation Record: SSV-VOLDEMORT-007 Associated Child (Draco Malfoy)—Future Fragment (High Probability)—Core Event: Branding Ceremony—Abnormal State: Cruciatus]!
Lucius!
Abu's consciousness slams into the icon!
"boom--!"
Immersed in the scene, in the gloomy reception room of Malfoy Manor.
Lucius was forced to his knees by an invisible force, his platinum hair soaked with sweat and his pale cheeks.
The tip of Voldemort's bony wand, burning with a savage green flame, pressed against his bare left arm.
"Sizzle!" Flesh scorched and smelled. Lucius's body sprang up, his emerald eyes white, and a hoarse sound rose in his throat! The fierce fire burned his soul!
Scarlet light gathered in Voldemort's other hand.
"Crucio!" The death knell rang, and red light penetrated his body.
Lucius's body arched and twisted, his nails scratching the carpet, and his inhuman howls rent the air.
The image freezes - in the blood-red vision, the bulging green eyes reflect Voldemort's scarlet pupils, despair and silence!
"No--!!!"
A shrill scream accompanied by a silver-blue magic hurricane exploded from Abu's body.
The study exploded, the armchair shattered, and the ebony desk disintegrated against the wall.
The books were shredded like snowflakes, the walls were cracked, and dust and stones were falling.
Voldemort was protected by the Armor Charm, and was filled with shock and anger!
"Are you crazy? Abu!"
In the center of the storm, Abu knelt down and held his head, his body trembling violently, his gray-blue eyes bloodshot, and he whimpered like a beast!
Abraxas Malfoy heard this and stared at him with a pair of scarlet eyes.
Buzz!
The black diamond in the Patriarch's left hand ring emitted a strong silver-gray light! On the inside of the ring, words like branding appeared, flowing with blood:
"If you want to survive, click here to confirm."
The cracks below flickered green, and the cold countdown began:
00:04:59…58…57…The second hand beats like a death knell!
Abu stared at the blood-red countdown with his bloodshot eyes. The tragic future and the death count before his eyes burned his sanity!
In the corner, the portrait of the grandfather was crooked, and deep in the gray pupils of the old man in the painting, a cold dark gold suddenly lit up!
Malfoy Manor drawing room.
The tip of the bony wand pressed against Draco's left arm.
"Sizzle!" The smell of burning filled the air! Draco twitched in a state of near-death convulsion, his indigo eyes unfocused.
The crimson light in Voldemort's other hand condensed to its utmost! "Crucio!" The spell was about to be cast!
Knockturn Alley ruins.
Abu knelt on the ground, and the countdown on the ring (00:03:12) was like an ice pick drilling into his brain, and the torture on Lucius was burning his nerves.
"Where to click?!" A desperate roar echoed in his consciousness!
Emotional peak!
Witnessing his son's extreme pain of torture and the oppression of the countdown to death, Abu turned into a violent mental torrent, rushing into Voldemort's brain along the soul link!
"Ugh!" Voldemort's spell suddenly stopped! The scarlet light at the tip of his wand flickered violently!
Draco was halfway to consciousness. In a trance, he saw the red, garbled "Customer Service Chat Group" interface that popped up in his mind.
The sticky blood arrow pointed at the tiny rune in the corner.
The instinct of survival overrides everything!
With his convulsive right hand, he used up all the remaining strength of his soul to thrust hard at the direction where the blood arrow in his consciousness was pointing - confirm!
【confirm】!
Draco's fingertips touched a fiery hot spot.
In the group interface in Abu’s mind, runes exploded with white light!
Draco's left arm, at the center of the pale green snake mark, was torn apart by an invisible force.
“Puff——!” Dark red blood spurted from the depths of the brand, staining the arm carpet red. The giant snake hissed and flickered, and the brand was incomplete and blurred!
"You need to use your brain to save your father - Abraxas"
The blood spurted out by the unconscious Abu turned into several blood beads, shot accurately into the crack and disappeared.
The crack closed.
The dust slowly settled.
In the portrait, dark golden pupils gaze at everything coldly.
The study was dead silent, with only dust slowly settling in the aftermath of the magical riot.
Voldemort slowly removed the Shield Charm, his scarlet eyes sweeping across the devastation: the shattered armchair, the disintegrated ebony desk, the remains of books covering the ground like snowflakes, and the hideous cracks on the wall.
His gaze finally fixed on the center of the storm—Abraxas was curled up on the ground, his body twitching slightly due to the severe pain deep in his soul, his gray-blue eyes were closed, blood remained on his lips, and the shrill "No——" seemed to still echo in the air.
Voldemort stepped across the mess, and the tip of his cold snakeskin shoe stopped in front of Abraxas.
He looked down at his old enemy and "symbiote" who was in an unprecedented state of disarray. The tearing pain from the brand last night, which broke out simultaneously with the other party's witnessing of the future tragedy, was still lingering.
Just then—
【System mandatory task released! 】
The cold prompt sound exploded in the depths of the two people's consciousness at the same time!
【Scene: Ministry of Magic official dinner. 】
[Mission: The host must sit on the capture target's thigh and recite Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 with deep emotion.]
[Time limit: Arrive at the designated location and begin execution within 1 hour. Failure penalty: Heart-eating ants (synchronization rate increased by 200%).]
Voldemort's scarlet pupils suddenly contracted, and then a smile mixed with cruelty and twisted amusement spread across his lips.
Public humiliation? This damn system was even more… "considerate" than he had imagined.
He needed a broader stage to test the shackles of the symbiotic mark, to crush Malfoy's remaining pride, and to let all those with ill intentions see clearly who is the absolute master.
"Clean it up."
He flicked his wand, and the messy study instantly returned to its cold order.
Only in the cage in the corner, the scarlet in the turbid green eyes of the old house elf CC burned more clearly and stubbornly after the dust settled.
Voldemort grabbed the unconscious Abraxas on the ground, and the vortex of Apparition instantly swallowed up the two of them.
The target is the Ministry of Magic Dome Garden, the "feast" that will soon become the new execution ground.
The clamor in the Ministry of Magic's Dome Garden froze in an instant, as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed its throat.
The suspended magic orbs cast a pale glow, illuminating every face filled with astonishment, horror, and even hidden excitement like a clumsy mask.
The lingering champagne bubbles, the fragrance of roses, and the aroma of food all mixed together in the air, forming a suffocating, absurd, and cold sticky feeling.
In the center, on the gilded high-backed chair that was like a small throne reserved for Voldemort, Abraxas Malfoy was forced to sit sideways.
His long legs were placed on Voldemort's strong thighs in an extremely awkward yet strangely beautiful posture, causing the hem of his expensive dark green dress robe to form charming folds.
There was no expression on his face, which was so pale that it was almost transparent. Only the depths of his gray-blue eyes were frozen with ice that had existed for thousands of years.
His left wrist was tightly grasped by Voldemort's hand, which was wrapped in golden patterns and thorn shadows. The force was so great that it almost crushed his wrist bones. His skin turned an unnatural blue-white due to lack of blood.
In his right hand, he was forced to hold up a piece of parchment that was projected directly into the air by the system and was gleaming with a faint blue light.
Above is the original English text of Shakespeare's Sonnet 116, and below are lines of twisted and jumping Chinese characters, like clumsy graffiti.
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