Draco held two wands.

The wind and snow blocked the road in the distance and also blocked his eyes.

He tucked his wand back into his waist and raised his father's wand, its scent lingering in his hand fondly, and waved it gently, almost like his own wand, trying to cater to his own as much as possible, but due to the different materials, this wand could not fully exert Draco's magic.

The snowflakes shook gently, rolled up a layer, and fell silently, along with the drifting snow in the sky.

Draco turned around and walked in the opposite direction of his father, but he didn't go to Hogwarts either. He wanted to go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink.

Malfoy Manor.

The snow was everywhere and no one was cleaning it.

Narcissa Malfoy had sold the house-elves a long time ago, and in order to maintain decent expenses, the only way was to cut down on the expenses.

Narcissa had never felt so wronged.

When she was in the Black family, she was the apple of their eye. After coming to the Malfoy family, Lucius was also a qualified husband who never treated her badly in life. But fate always plays jokes on people inadvertently, bringing them unexpected surprises or shocks.

She thought that her husband's life had hit rock bottom after he was sent to Azkaban.

but……

There is no limit to the lows in life. When you think you have reached the bottom, you can actually fall further.

Even sadder and more unfortunate days came when her husband returned from Azkaban.

A group of Death Eaters moved in and treated the Malfoy Mansion as their residence. Lucius became their venting ground and the most excluded and bullied person among the Death Eaters. As a result, she became the same and became a maid for these Death Eaters.

Wash robes, cook meals, and even mop the floor and clean the room by yourself.

Narcissa stood on the balcony, looking at the messy yard and sighed.

Before the white mist had even dissipated, there was a crackling sound and the man in black robe fell to the ground.

"Quick! Seal it off!" Bellatrix raised her wand and sprayed a jet of black magic power right into the sky above the center of the courtyard. "Don't let Potter and the others track us!"

A group of Death Eaters drew their wands, pointed them at the dome, and cast the same spell as Bellatrix.

The pitch-black sky spread out.

Complex spells and prohibitions unfold.

Narcissa looked at them in surprise. She had never seen these Death Eaters so panicked. And among this group of panicked Death Eaters, there was a handsome man with a pale face that could faintly show some green.

I have never seen him.

Among the Death Eaters, only Snape and her husband could be considered handsome men, and no one else was pleasing to her eyes.

If there really is someone who is so handsome, even more handsome than Lucius, it is impossible that I have no impression of him at all.

New Death Eaters?

It's a pity that she is so beautiful.

oh……

I was also slightly injured.

These damn Death Eaters, such a handsome guy, actually got him so badly injured, these Death Eaters are really too much.

She watched quietly, without saying a word.

The sky completely enveloped the Malfoy Mansion, plunging it into darkness and silence. Someone cast a spell and hung oil lamps on nearby branches, which emitted dim light and illuminated the courtyard.

"Master, are you okay, Master?" Bellatrix let go of her wand, turned around and trotted over, frowning, and knelt beside the man.

Owner!

Narcissa was shocked.

This title… The only person who could make his sister address him so humbly and respectfully was the Dark Lord.

Can……

The Dark Lord in my impression didn’t look this good-looking. Is this really the same person?

“Don’t show me such pity.” Voldemort waved his wand, and a strong wind swept through, pushing away the woman lying under him, and then he shot out Cruciatus. “I don’t need it. It’s just a temporary failure. Please don’t be like this, okay?”

Bellatrix twisted on the ground, grunting and making huge gasping sounds, while whispering: "Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this."

“Really?” Voldemort looked at her with cold eyes. No matter how she wailed, he did not cut off his magic output. “From your eyes, you don’t seem to be like that.”

Bellatrix seemed to be trying to resist the Cruciatus Curse, and knelt down again to express her most sincere apologies to her master.

"This is... the Malfoy family's mansion?" Voldemort raised his head, his eyes nostalgic, "Is Lucius back?"

"Not yet." A Death Eater next to him answered cautiously and fearfully.

“Not yet?” Voldemort raised his eyebrows, his tone dissatisfied, “I asked him to do it before I was resurrected, and he hasn’t done it yet?”

He flicked his wrist.

The Cruciatus Curse increased in power and became more vicious.

Likewise, Bellatrix struggled on the ground in more and more pain, her facial features were distorted, but there was no trace of torture or regret from her - this was for her previous behavior. She was happy, her face was flushed, and her robe was wet with something called sweat.

The more severe the torture, the more pleasure she felt.

"Master, Master," Bellatrix called.

Voldemort coughed twice, and a stain of blood came out of his mouth, which was green in color. He pulled back his wand and pointed it at himself.

The spell was cast, causing the blood flow to stop.

The venom of the basilisk corroded his newly resurrected body. It was a deadly poison. Even he could only temporarily relieve the duration of the toxicity of the venom.

"I remember I had a servant who was good at potions." Voldemort stretched out his hand, and the Death Eaters beside him supported him. "Where is he now?"

Bellatrix struggled to get up. She answered respectfully, humbly, and with a trembling voice: "My dear master, your godson believes that he is untrustworthy and has never contacted him."

"Unbelievable?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Your godson said so." Bellatrix lowered her head and kissed the upper of her shoes. "He said that Severus has been unable to be contacted, so Severus is unreliable."

"But Lucius said that Severus dueled with that Potter to avenge you, and Potter cut off one of his arms."

These few words stirred up Voldemort's inner emotions.

The same experience as myself.

"Potter had many opportunities to kill Severus." Voldemort was supported and walked forward, maintaining a calm tone, "Why didn't he?"

"Potter is not like Dumbledore who would hesitate."

Bellatrix replied, "Master, your godson said that Severus used the dirty tricks between him and his father as an excuse to try to deal with Potter. In the third year, the conflict was irreconcilable and they dueled, but Severus was no match for Harry and was defeated and his arm was cut off."