Death Eaters fled Azkaban in large numbers.
The news of Voldemort's resurrection could no longer be kept secret.
Although the Ministry of Magic is still stubbornly refusing to admit its mistakes until it's too late, no one in the wizarding world is willing to listen to their nonsense anymore.
Dark clouds loomed over the entire magical world, and everyone felt insecure.
González Estate
"Ahh!"
It's so dark!
Richard held the baby in his arms, his chubby little finger pointing to the dark sky outside the window.
"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's just getting dark."
"It lit up very quickly."
Richard reached out and closed the window, kissed the baby's chubby cheek, and then started grinning like an idiot.
Baby's face looks so delicious, so soft like jelly.
Green, huh?
The little one leaned on Richard's shoulder and saw the greenery that even the window couldn't block out.
Richard turned around and hugged the baby in his arms even tighter.
"Head of the Gonzalez family, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Three men in black robes suddenly appeared in front of Richard, completely covered up and wearing masks.
"Ah, Bubu?"
Who is speaking?
The little one wanted to turn around and look, but his father held the back of his head.
"It's not an honor."
Richard frowned and looked at them with disdain.
"I must say, your child is adorable."
Feeling their disgusted gazes lingering on his son, Richard didn't hesitate to reach into his pocket.
Why waste your breath on them?
The shrill female voice tore at Richard's nerves, and she swung her wand to give him a "Crucible" blow.
"Crazy old woman".
Richard threw out an explosive talisman and then teleported away with the baby.
Before leaving, he left behind two particularly vulgar remarks.
"This was left to me by my wife."
"Did Voldemort leave you anything?"
"ah!"
Bella immediately lost her composure, throwing out spells as if they were free.
All the furniture in the living room was shattered to pieces, and the walls were also damaged by the curse.
...
"Heh...heh..."
Draco, panting heavily, leaned on the stairs for support.
Snape stood beside him, coldly watching his disheveled state.
"If you could repair the vanishing cabinet hidden in the Room of Requirement sooner, you might be able to find more people to help you."
Why the hell aren't you going?
Draco glared at Snape, no longer caring about aristocratic etiquette, and spat at Snape.
“I hope you can stay calm. Killing Dumbledore is no easy task.”
Snape glanced at him dismissively and took a few steps forward.
Draco, supporting his trembling knees, tried to calm his thoughts before finally standing up expressionlessly.
His trembling arm holding the wand betrayed his inner struggle and panic.
He is now on the verge of a mental breakdown.
The plan was simply to steal Dumbledore's wand, but it ended up turning into murdering Dumbledore and taking his wand.
Recalling the face of the volcano who assigned him this task, Draco felt a burning hatred in his heart.
The demon king, looking down at him, used his wand to lift his chin and expounded on the so-called temptation in almost morbid language.
What would it take for him to gain a higher status, greater glory, revitalize the Malfoy family, and be granted greater power...?
fart!
Draco is young, and a little slow-witted.
But he's not stupid.
Knowing full well that he has almost no chance of completing this task, why give it to him?
Isn't it just that Voldemort will never suffer a loss no matter what?
If he succeeds, that would naturally be a good thing;
If he fails, Voldemort can use this opportunity to punish and suppress the Malfoy family, thus consolidating his own authority.
"What are you doing?"
Snape turned around and stared intently at Draco, whose face was gradually contorting with disgust.
"Do you want your master to see you like this?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaolong immediately shuddered and glared at Snape through gritted teeth.
As he left, he bumped Snape's shoulder hard, his face full of resentment.
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