Chapter 283 Draco's Difficulty
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
At this moment, the magic world has become chaotic. The British magic world has become the center of all whirlpools. Wizards from other countries are all paying attention to the Dark Lord from Great Britain.
Even darker than the center of the vortex now belonged to Malfoy Manor, since Voldemort himself lived here.
Doves occupy the magpie's nest, and the Malfoy family are like servants, serving the resurrected Dark Lord in their own home.
But in fact, in Voldemort's heart, they were servants, all Death Eaters were.
Draco wanted to escape from this magnificent manor like never before. He used to always look at the magnificent and quaint fountain in the manor and be proud of the prosperity of the Malfoy family.
But now, every plant and tree here is stained with a dark and terrifying atmosphere, and it seems that even the light reflected on the glass has become sharper.
The scope of the Dark Lord's actions is not large, most of them are meeting some high-level Death Eaters or some very glamorous celebrities outside in the hall.
The patriarchs of those aloof and big families were like puppies with their tails between their legs in front of the Dark Lord, walking on thin ice.
In addition, the dungeon, which had been vacant for a long time, had almost been filled since the arrival of the Dark Lord.
Draco even saw the old white-haired cane maker in Diagon Alley - Ollivander.
Ollivander was interrogated by Voldemort himself, and even his father was kicked out that time.
Draco didn't know what happened inside, but the old-looking Ollivander didn't die, he just became listless.
The Dark Lord, on the other hand, was exhilarating, but equally terrifying.
Draco tried not to leave his room every day, unless he had to, and he would never want to see the Dark Lord at home, even if the Dark Lord didn't draw his wand.
But the development of things caught Draco off guard, and he was summoned by the Dark Lord.
He was taken to the Dark Lord's room by his father. It used to be his grandfather's room. Now the door is closed and it has become the temporary residence of His Highness the Dark Lord.
"Go in by yourself...don't worry." Lucius's face was full of stubble, and he didn't look as energetic as before.
Originally, the Dark Lord was quite critical of him. The last mission to snatch the prophecy ball was regarded as atonement, but he failed, and caused the death of many of the Dark Lord's subordinates.
The Dark Lord was furious. If it wasn't for Lucius' influence on the Malfoy family, he would have ended the life of Lucius, a villain with both ends, with a spell.
However, it was obvious that Lucius was having a hard time during this time.
Draco looked at his nervous father, his throat was moving up and down rapidly, and he was about to meet that person, his heart beating almost out of control.
Knocking on the door cautiously, the small creaking sound of the door was like a knife being cut on him.
The room had been rearranged, and the portraits of Malfoy's ancestors had been removed.
Draco still remembered the courteous way those fine-moving, haughty-eyed ancestors were moved out, wishing they could emerge from the painting to show their loyalty, because they were told that the room was going to be used by a descendant of Slytherin .
Of course they didn't really surrender to that noble bloodline, bowing their heads to the strong is their principle that goes deep into their souls.
Draco lowered his head slightly, his eyes kept staring at the ground a little further away from his footsteps, and he didn't even dare to care about the scene in his peripheral vision.
He didn't stop until he saw the Dark Lord's feet on the expensive rug.
"You're here, Draco." It was a hoarse voice, although it had a polite tone, it instantly made Draco feel cold all over.
"Your Highness the Dark Lord." Draco found his throat trembling uncontrollably, and his voice was naturally choked.
The Dark Lord had long been used to the way others treated him, and he enjoyed the fear of others.
"Sit down."
Draco moved his body stiffly and sat on the chair. He had never felt that the chair was so cold and hard.
"I heard you studied at Hogwarts, Slytherin?"
"Yes." Draco didn't dare to say too much, he would answer whatever the Dark Lord asked.
"That's right, that's where really smart people should go, and you're a smart person too."
Draco dared not respond to the Dark Lord's compliment.
Then, the Dark Lord changed the topic: "I believe you can also see your headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard." The Dark Lord sneered.
"Yes." Draco replied mechanically.
"Your father was also a Slytherin, very—clever. Heh. Your father joined us in the great cause, and together we will create a clean world ruled entirely by noble pure-blood wizards. You, would you Join us?"
Draco was trembling all over, he could clearly feel the cold eyes on his body.
The meaning of the Dark Lord was very obvious, which was to ask him to join the Death Eaters. He was only a student at school, but it was not yet the Dark Lord's turn to personally invite him.
What is certain is that the real purpose of the Dark Lord is not him, but the Malfoy family behind him!
Both the current Patriarch and the next Patriarch have become servants of the Dark Lord. From now on, is there any chance for the Malfoy family to resist?
Draco hesitated, he was afraid, he didn't want to give up his family, but at this moment, he didn't dare to disobey a murderous Dark Lord.
The room was extremely quiet, the air seemed to freeze, and Draco could even hear his own rapid heartbeat.
The Dark Lord didn't urge, just burned Draco with those bloodshot eyes.
Draco lowered his head, not daring to breathe, fearing that a curse would fall on him the next moment.
Tangled, struggling, in the end is to survive, or to seek dignity?
Just when Draco's mind was in a mess, a huge snake head got out from behind the Dark Lord's robe, spit out a message, and slid on the carpet and crawled towards him.
The big snake circled around Draco's feet as if sizing up a piece of prey, its huge body would undoubtedly swallow him in one bite.
Draco almost cried out.
"I...I am willing..." All the strength in his body was sucked away at this moment.
"Ha..." The Dark Lord let out a short laugh. "Then, my young friend, I need you to do me a favor for our noble cause."
"Kill Dumbledore!"
At this moment, Draco's breathing stopped under intense panic, and his pupils contracted violently.
"Don't be afraid, that old man claims to be a righteous white wizard. He doesn't even bother to use black magic to punish those who don't like him. You are just a student, and he won't be wary of you. You have to do The only thing is to finish him when he let down his vigilance."
The Dark Lord's voice was low, like a hook on Draco's mind, but murderous.
Draco didn't respond, just trembling.
The Dark Lord stood up, and put his cold hand on Draco's shoulder: "Don't you want to?"
Draco froze, twitching his irresolute throat: "Will...will."
Of course he was unwilling to do such a thing. Although he didn't like Dumbledore very much, he knew that Dumbledore was the only one who could fight Voldemort. At the same time, it was undeniable that Dumbledore was a good headmaster.
But does he have the right to reject the Dark Lord?
There is no doubt, as long as he says no, the next moment, the Cruciatus Curse or other spells will make his life worse than death, and his family will be in jeopardy.
Even if it wasn't for the so-called Malfoy's dignity, but for the lives of his father and mother, he had to agree.
His heart seemed to be cut by 1 blades, and if he really set out to murder Dumbledore, it would mean that he would betray his friends, Astoria, and himself.
With great difficulty, he got out of the inner demons and firmly chose his own path, but under the oppression of strength and death, he had to be pushed to go.
Countless shackles are binding him.
The Dark Lord patted Draco on the shoulder in satisfaction, and the big snake slowly backed away: "Then, I wish you success."
Draco didn't know how he walked out of that cold door, and he seemed to be completely deaf to his father's words, moving forward like a walking dead.
Lucius was very urgent. He didn't know what the Dark Lord had said to Draco, and he led Draco to the most hidden place, before he asked in a very low voice: "He told you What?"
Draco raised his head, his eyes were numb, and there was sadness in his eyes.
Lucius' heart sank, becoming more and more worried.
I saw Draco raised his left arm, and when the sleeve was rolled up, a black snake-shaped tattoo revealed the letter as if it was alive.
Lucius' pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed Draco's arm, full of disbelief and grief.
"He wants me to assassinate Dumbledore." Draco's voice was still trembling.
Lucius didn't speak for a long time, his lips moved, and he only uttered some syllables with unknown meanings.
"Then you do it." It took Lucius a long time to say a word.
Lucius is in despair at the moment, his family is finished, and his family is also finished.
Malfoy Manor seemed to have completely withered at this moment.
Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother.When she heard the news, it was as if her soul had been taken out of her whole body.
After having a quarrel with her husband, she left Malfoy Manor alone, with thick drizzle pattering down from the sky.
Bella met her on the road and stopped her.
"I heard the Dark Lord started trusting Draco, right? It's an honor!" Bella looked overjoyed.
Narcissa just looked at the crazy Bella coldly.
Bella's smile gradually retracted: "What do you want to do?"
The rain was wrapped in darkness, and two figures stood quietly.
"I'm going to do what I can for my son." Narcissa said bluntly.
"This is the Dark Lord's trust, you are betraying!" Bella's voice seemed to be screaming.
Even darker than the center of the vortex now belonged to Malfoy Manor, since Voldemort himself lived here.
Doves occupy the magpie's nest, and the Malfoy family are like servants, serving the resurrected Dark Lord in their own home.
But in fact, in Voldemort's heart, they were servants, all Death Eaters were.
Draco wanted to escape from this magnificent manor like never before. He used to always look at the magnificent and quaint fountain in the manor and be proud of the prosperity of the Malfoy family.
But now, every plant and tree here is stained with a dark and terrifying atmosphere, and it seems that even the light reflected on the glass has become sharper.
The scope of the Dark Lord's actions is not large, most of them are meeting some high-level Death Eaters or some very glamorous celebrities outside in the hall.
The patriarchs of those aloof and big families were like puppies with their tails between their legs in front of the Dark Lord, walking on thin ice.
In addition, the dungeon, which had been vacant for a long time, had almost been filled since the arrival of the Dark Lord.
Draco even saw the old white-haired cane maker in Diagon Alley - Ollivander.
Ollivander was interrogated by Voldemort himself, and even his father was kicked out that time.
Draco didn't know what happened inside, but the old-looking Ollivander didn't die, he just became listless.
The Dark Lord, on the other hand, was exhilarating, but equally terrifying.
Draco tried not to leave his room every day, unless he had to, and he would never want to see the Dark Lord at home, even if the Dark Lord didn't draw his wand.
But the development of things caught Draco off guard, and he was summoned by the Dark Lord.
He was taken to the Dark Lord's room by his father. It used to be his grandfather's room. Now the door is closed and it has become the temporary residence of His Highness the Dark Lord.
"Go in by yourself...don't worry." Lucius's face was full of stubble, and he didn't look as energetic as before.
Originally, the Dark Lord was quite critical of him. The last mission to snatch the prophecy ball was regarded as atonement, but he failed, and caused the death of many of the Dark Lord's subordinates.
The Dark Lord was furious. If it wasn't for Lucius' influence on the Malfoy family, he would have ended the life of Lucius, a villain with both ends, with a spell.
However, it was obvious that Lucius was having a hard time during this time.
Draco looked at his nervous father, his throat was moving up and down rapidly, and he was about to meet that person, his heart beating almost out of control.
Knocking on the door cautiously, the small creaking sound of the door was like a knife being cut on him.
The room had been rearranged, and the portraits of Malfoy's ancestors had been removed.
Draco still remembered the courteous way those fine-moving, haughty-eyed ancestors were moved out, wishing they could emerge from the painting to show their loyalty, because they were told that the room was going to be used by a descendant of Slytherin .
Of course they didn't really surrender to that noble bloodline, bowing their heads to the strong is their principle that goes deep into their souls.
Draco lowered his head slightly, his eyes kept staring at the ground a little further away from his footsteps, and he didn't even dare to care about the scene in his peripheral vision.
He didn't stop until he saw the Dark Lord's feet on the expensive rug.
"You're here, Draco." It was a hoarse voice, although it had a polite tone, it instantly made Draco feel cold all over.
"Your Highness the Dark Lord." Draco found his throat trembling uncontrollably, and his voice was naturally choked.
The Dark Lord had long been used to the way others treated him, and he enjoyed the fear of others.
"Sit down."
Draco moved his body stiffly and sat on the chair. He had never felt that the chair was so cold and hard.
"I heard you studied at Hogwarts, Slytherin?"
"Yes." Draco didn't dare to say too much, he would answer whatever the Dark Lord asked.
"That's right, that's where really smart people should go, and you're a smart person too."
Draco dared not respond to the Dark Lord's compliment.
Then, the Dark Lord changed the topic: "I believe you can also see your headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard." The Dark Lord sneered.
"Yes." Draco replied mechanically.
"Your father was also a Slytherin, very—clever. Heh. Your father joined us in the great cause, and together we will create a clean world ruled entirely by noble pure-blood wizards. You, would you Join us?"
Draco was trembling all over, he could clearly feel the cold eyes on his body.
The meaning of the Dark Lord was very obvious, which was to ask him to join the Death Eaters. He was only a student at school, but it was not yet the Dark Lord's turn to personally invite him.
What is certain is that the real purpose of the Dark Lord is not him, but the Malfoy family behind him!
Both the current Patriarch and the next Patriarch have become servants of the Dark Lord. From now on, is there any chance for the Malfoy family to resist?
Draco hesitated, he was afraid, he didn't want to give up his family, but at this moment, he didn't dare to disobey a murderous Dark Lord.
The room was extremely quiet, the air seemed to freeze, and Draco could even hear his own rapid heartbeat.
The Dark Lord didn't urge, just burned Draco with those bloodshot eyes.
Draco lowered his head, not daring to breathe, fearing that a curse would fall on him the next moment.
Tangled, struggling, in the end is to survive, or to seek dignity?
Just when Draco's mind was in a mess, a huge snake head got out from behind the Dark Lord's robe, spit out a message, and slid on the carpet and crawled towards him.
The big snake circled around Draco's feet as if sizing up a piece of prey, its huge body would undoubtedly swallow him in one bite.
Draco almost cried out.
"I...I am willing..." All the strength in his body was sucked away at this moment.
"Ha..." The Dark Lord let out a short laugh. "Then, my young friend, I need you to do me a favor for our noble cause."
"Kill Dumbledore!"
At this moment, Draco's breathing stopped under intense panic, and his pupils contracted violently.
"Don't be afraid, that old man claims to be a righteous white wizard. He doesn't even bother to use black magic to punish those who don't like him. You are just a student, and he won't be wary of you. You have to do The only thing is to finish him when he let down his vigilance."
The Dark Lord's voice was low, like a hook on Draco's mind, but murderous.
Draco didn't respond, just trembling.
The Dark Lord stood up, and put his cold hand on Draco's shoulder: "Don't you want to?"
Draco froze, twitching his irresolute throat: "Will...will."
Of course he was unwilling to do such a thing. Although he didn't like Dumbledore very much, he knew that Dumbledore was the only one who could fight Voldemort. At the same time, it was undeniable that Dumbledore was a good headmaster.
But does he have the right to reject the Dark Lord?
There is no doubt, as long as he says no, the next moment, the Cruciatus Curse or other spells will make his life worse than death, and his family will be in jeopardy.
Even if it wasn't for the so-called Malfoy's dignity, but for the lives of his father and mother, he had to agree.
His heart seemed to be cut by 1 blades, and if he really set out to murder Dumbledore, it would mean that he would betray his friends, Astoria, and himself.
With great difficulty, he got out of the inner demons and firmly chose his own path, but under the oppression of strength and death, he had to be pushed to go.
Countless shackles are binding him.
The Dark Lord patted Draco on the shoulder in satisfaction, and the big snake slowly backed away: "Then, I wish you success."
Draco didn't know how he walked out of that cold door, and he seemed to be completely deaf to his father's words, moving forward like a walking dead.
Lucius was very urgent. He didn't know what the Dark Lord had said to Draco, and he led Draco to the most hidden place, before he asked in a very low voice: "He told you What?"
Draco raised his head, his eyes were numb, and there was sadness in his eyes.
Lucius' heart sank, becoming more and more worried.
I saw Draco raised his left arm, and when the sleeve was rolled up, a black snake-shaped tattoo revealed the letter as if it was alive.
Lucius' pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed Draco's arm, full of disbelief and grief.
"He wants me to assassinate Dumbledore." Draco's voice was still trembling.
Lucius didn't speak for a long time, his lips moved, and he only uttered some syllables with unknown meanings.
"Then you do it." It took Lucius a long time to say a word.
Lucius is in despair at the moment, his family is finished, and his family is also finished.
Malfoy Manor seemed to have completely withered at this moment.
Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother.When she heard the news, it was as if her soul had been taken out of her whole body.
After having a quarrel with her husband, she left Malfoy Manor alone, with thick drizzle pattering down from the sky.
Bella met her on the road and stopped her.
"I heard the Dark Lord started trusting Draco, right? It's an honor!" Bella looked overjoyed.
Narcissa just looked at the crazy Bella coldly.
Bella's smile gradually retracted: "What do you want to do?"
The rain was wrapped in darkness, and two figures stood quietly.
"I'm going to do what I can for my son." Narcissa said bluntly.
"This is the Dark Lord's trust, you are betraying!" Bella's voice seemed to be screaming.
