Chapter 280 Who is the gunman
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 280 Who is the gunman
Harry was put down by Peter Pettigrew, and his wand was shoved back into his hand.He stood beside the tombstone, his legs were still shaking.The Death Eaters moved closer, closing in on him and Voldemort
"Let's bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort, bowing, but his snake face was always looking at Harry, "come on, etiquette is to be observed... Dumbledore must want you to behave well. Grace... bow to death, Harry..."
The Death Eaters laughed again.Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled.Harry didn't bend down, he wouldn't let Voldemort play with him before he killed him...he wouldn't let him get his way...
"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand—Harry felt a bend in his spine, as if a large invisible hand was pressing his back mercilessly forward.The Death Eaters laughed even harder.
"Very well—" said Voldemort softly, raising his wand, and the pressure off Harry's back, "now you look at me like a man... with your head held high, like your father died..."
"Now, we can start judging—who?!" Voldemort raised his head suddenly, and his red eyes instantly looked to Harry's upper left.
A heavy invisible pressure suddenly appeared in the center of the cemetery, and all the air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, as if a big hood suddenly fell from the sky and covered the center of the cemetery.
Harry only felt that his lungs seemed to be choked, and his breathing became very blocked and difficult. He knelt down on the ground, panting heavily.The Death Eaters were also uncomfortable. Under the oppression of this coercion, everyone was forced to step back at least a dozen steps, and a large space was immediately vacated in the center of the cemetery. Only Voldemort and Harry, who was kneeling, were left.
"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded faintly.
A swirling vortex of colors appeared silently, and then a figure slowly stepped out of the vortex.
Although there is no lack of means of transformation in the wizarding world, Voldemort can be sure that this is definitely not Dumbledore.It was a frighteningly young boy's face, at most no more than 15 years old, with platinum-blond hair flying back with the wind, a pair of dark gray pupils shining brightly, and the corners of the mouth slightly raised, that cynical smile, that indifferent expression that seemed to ignore everything in the world——
Even Voldemort has heard of this name in the past few years when he was on the run, especially after Pettigrew Peter found him, he has seen pictures of this young man in various media and newspapers——
In particular, his name was only discussed by him and the Death Eaters not long ago——
Sheryn Malfoy.
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters. The fluctuation in the air just now made them almost have the strong idea of kneeling and begging for mercy, or turning around and running away, making them think that Dumbledore was coming.Now, the person who came out of the vortex was actually a boy who could not be more than 15 years old. The huge contrast undoubtedly made them completely overwhelmed.
"It's you?" Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly, he was not an ignorant person.
None of the Death Eaters at the scene raised their wands to the approaching people. This is obviously a rather terrifying spiritual magic, which can disintegrate the enemy's hostility and fighting spirit invisibly. However, the Death Eaters were shocked by the coercion just now, and now they can't be counted on at all.
Voldemort quickly aroused the magic power on his body, the temperature of the air dropped suddenly, and the atmosphere of terror and despair began to spread in the cemetery.
"What a guts! How dare you come here alone like this!" Voldemort spoke first, his eyes locked tightly on Schelling's figure, and he had already begun to make calculations in his heart.
"Interesting..." Seeing that it was Voldemort, Schelling's first reaction was to be stunned——
Shouldn't I go see May?How did I break into this Death Eater convention?
As expected of Xie Lin, he regained his composure in just a split second.Although he was facing the famous and vicious Voldemort, surrounded by ten Death Eaters who murdered without batting an eyelid, there was still that indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he couldn't care about everything in front of him at all.
"It's really interesting...My Lord Dark Lord... From your expression, it seems strange that you recognize me," Sherin said with a smile, "I am a direct descendant of the Malfoy family, and I am your most loyal subordinate—the biological son of Lucius Malfoy. When you suddenly saw me appear, shouldn't the first sentence be to ask——"
"Why am I here? Where is my father, Lucius?" Xie Lin's smile faded slowly, and his eyes began to be as sharp as a hawk. "Can't I be appointed by my father to replace him in this big family gathering of the Death Eaters?"
"Then—" Xie Lin's eyes sank, "Why did I feel the deep... hostility from everyone here when I just made my debut, without saying anything or doing anything?"
Voldemort made a movement similar to a frown, as shrewd as he was, he didn't need too much nonsense at all, and he obviously realized that something was wrong.
Seeing Voldemort's expression, Schelling couldn't guess what was going on.
"The noble and great Lord Dark Lord..." Xie Lin turned his head, his eyes swept around like lightning, and the Death Eaters standing around were swept away by his eyes, as if he had done something guilty, he couldn't help but took a few steps back, and the corner of Xie Lin's mouth raised again, "It seems that before I appeared, you were chatting with your dearest Death Eater family, right? Could it be me? Well, it should be, and then I guess, your final conclusion is probably Malfoy The family has been betrayed, and I have become the biggest enemy of your Death Eaters besides old man Deng, do you think I am right?"
Voldemort squeezed his lips together tightly and said nothing.
"It seems that I guessed everything right," Xie Lin shook his head, and said pretending to be sad: "I said, you really make me sad. We are all from a pure-blood family. Even if there are any conflicts of interest, we are all from the same class and circle. My father and you are the most trusted and capable subordinates of the Dark Lord. Why are you going to deal with me like this?"
"After thinking about it, I don't know where I provoked you, unless—" Xie Lin fixed his eyes on one of the Death Eaters, "It is the other master behind you who wants to deal with me." Xie Lin smiled and said softly: "Great Lord Dark Lord, I am really curious, who mentioned my name to you first, um - let me guess, Selwyn?"
"Sel, Win!" Voldemort was furious.
"Master, listen to my explanation...it's not like this...Master..." Selwyn hurriedly knelt down, lying on the ground, begging for mercy, his whole back was shaking, it was obvious how scared he was.
"I'm just wondering..." Voldemort said softly, "The shadows of the dragon... how could they be so kind to send Potter here for me to complete my resurrection... so... it's a murder with a borrowed knife..."
"The Shadow of the Demon Dragon... This is using me as a spear..."
"Hahaha..." Xie Lin couldn't help laughing as if he heard some funny joke.
"What are you laughing at!" Voldemort tried hard to suppress the anger that was about to move in his body. He was still trying to control his reason. He had to figure out what was going on tonight, and he couldn't make a move yet.
"My lord Dark Lord, you really laughed me to death." Sherin patted his chest, as if it was very hard to stop the laughter, "Have you been away from England for too long... You have lost touch with the situation in the past few years... Don't you know--"
Xie Lin's eyes gradually became indifferent, and there was a faint sense of war in the depths of his eyes. His lips trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "My lord, the times have changed—"
"How do you know that the Shadow of the Demon Dragon is using you as a spearman—" He paused before saying, "Instead of using me as a spearman?"
(End of this chapter)
Harry was put down by Peter Pettigrew, and his wand was shoved back into his hand.He stood beside the tombstone, his legs were still shaking.The Death Eaters moved closer, closing in on him and Voldemort
"Let's bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort, bowing, but his snake face was always looking at Harry, "come on, etiquette is to be observed... Dumbledore must want you to behave well. Grace... bow to death, Harry..."
The Death Eaters laughed again.Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled.Harry didn't bend down, he wouldn't let Voldemort play with him before he killed him...he wouldn't let him get his way...
"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand—Harry felt a bend in his spine, as if a large invisible hand was pressing his back mercilessly forward.The Death Eaters laughed even harder.
"Very well—" said Voldemort softly, raising his wand, and the pressure off Harry's back, "now you look at me like a man... with your head held high, like your father died..."
"Now, we can start judging—who?!" Voldemort raised his head suddenly, and his red eyes instantly looked to Harry's upper left.
A heavy invisible pressure suddenly appeared in the center of the cemetery, and all the air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, as if a big hood suddenly fell from the sky and covered the center of the cemetery.
Harry only felt that his lungs seemed to be choked, and his breathing became very blocked and difficult. He knelt down on the ground, panting heavily.The Death Eaters were also uncomfortable. Under the oppression of this coercion, everyone was forced to step back at least a dozen steps, and a large space was immediately vacated in the center of the cemetery. Only Voldemort and Harry, who was kneeling, were left.
"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded faintly.
A swirling vortex of colors appeared silently, and then a figure slowly stepped out of the vortex.
Although there is no lack of means of transformation in the wizarding world, Voldemort can be sure that this is definitely not Dumbledore.It was a frighteningly young boy's face, at most no more than 15 years old, with platinum-blond hair flying back with the wind, a pair of dark gray pupils shining brightly, and the corners of the mouth slightly raised, that cynical smile, that indifferent expression that seemed to ignore everything in the world——
Even Voldemort has heard of this name in the past few years when he was on the run, especially after Pettigrew Peter found him, he has seen pictures of this young man in various media and newspapers——
In particular, his name was only discussed by him and the Death Eaters not long ago——
Sheryn Malfoy.
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters. The fluctuation in the air just now made them almost have the strong idea of kneeling and begging for mercy, or turning around and running away, making them think that Dumbledore was coming.Now, the person who came out of the vortex was actually a boy who could not be more than 15 years old. The huge contrast undoubtedly made them completely overwhelmed.
"It's you?" Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly, he was not an ignorant person.
None of the Death Eaters at the scene raised their wands to the approaching people. This is obviously a rather terrifying spiritual magic, which can disintegrate the enemy's hostility and fighting spirit invisibly. However, the Death Eaters were shocked by the coercion just now, and now they can't be counted on at all.
Voldemort quickly aroused the magic power on his body, the temperature of the air dropped suddenly, and the atmosphere of terror and despair began to spread in the cemetery.
"What a guts! How dare you come here alone like this!" Voldemort spoke first, his eyes locked tightly on Schelling's figure, and he had already begun to make calculations in his heart.
"Interesting..." Seeing that it was Voldemort, Schelling's first reaction was to be stunned——
Shouldn't I go see May?How did I break into this Death Eater convention?
As expected of Xie Lin, he regained his composure in just a split second.Although he was facing the famous and vicious Voldemort, surrounded by ten Death Eaters who murdered without batting an eyelid, there was still that indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he couldn't care about everything in front of him at all.
"It's really interesting...My Lord Dark Lord... From your expression, it seems strange that you recognize me," Sherin said with a smile, "I am a direct descendant of the Malfoy family, and I am your most loyal subordinate—the biological son of Lucius Malfoy. When you suddenly saw me appear, shouldn't the first sentence be to ask——"
"Why am I here? Where is my father, Lucius?" Xie Lin's smile faded slowly, and his eyes began to be as sharp as a hawk. "Can't I be appointed by my father to replace him in this big family gathering of the Death Eaters?"
"Then—" Xie Lin's eyes sank, "Why did I feel the deep... hostility from everyone here when I just made my debut, without saying anything or doing anything?"
Voldemort made a movement similar to a frown, as shrewd as he was, he didn't need too much nonsense at all, and he obviously realized that something was wrong.
Seeing Voldemort's expression, Schelling couldn't guess what was going on.
"The noble and great Lord Dark Lord..." Xie Lin turned his head, his eyes swept around like lightning, and the Death Eaters standing around were swept away by his eyes, as if he had done something guilty, he couldn't help but took a few steps back, and the corner of Xie Lin's mouth raised again, "It seems that before I appeared, you were chatting with your dearest Death Eater family, right? Could it be me? Well, it should be, and then I guess, your final conclusion is probably Malfoy The family has been betrayed, and I have become the biggest enemy of your Death Eaters besides old man Deng, do you think I am right?"
Voldemort squeezed his lips together tightly and said nothing.
"It seems that I guessed everything right," Xie Lin shook his head, and said pretending to be sad: "I said, you really make me sad. We are all from a pure-blood family. Even if there are any conflicts of interest, we are all from the same class and circle. My father and you are the most trusted and capable subordinates of the Dark Lord. Why are you going to deal with me like this?"
"After thinking about it, I don't know where I provoked you, unless—" Xie Lin fixed his eyes on one of the Death Eaters, "It is the other master behind you who wants to deal with me." Xie Lin smiled and said softly: "Great Lord Dark Lord, I am really curious, who mentioned my name to you first, um - let me guess, Selwyn?"
"Sel, Win!" Voldemort was furious.
"Master, listen to my explanation...it's not like this...Master..." Selwyn hurriedly knelt down, lying on the ground, begging for mercy, his whole back was shaking, it was obvious how scared he was.
"I'm just wondering..." Voldemort said softly, "The shadows of the dragon... how could they be so kind to send Potter here for me to complete my resurrection... so... it's a murder with a borrowed knife..."
"The Shadow of the Demon Dragon... This is using me as a spear..."
"Hahaha..." Xie Lin couldn't help laughing as if he heard some funny joke.
"What are you laughing at!" Voldemort tried hard to suppress the anger that was about to move in his body. He was still trying to control his reason. He had to figure out what was going on tonight, and he couldn't make a move yet.
"My lord Dark Lord, you really laughed me to death." Sherin patted his chest, as if it was very hard to stop the laughter, "Have you been away from England for too long... You have lost touch with the situation in the past few years... Don't you know--"
Xie Lin's eyes gradually became indifferent, and there was a faint sense of war in the depths of his eyes. His lips trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "My lord, the times have changed—"
"How do you know that the Shadow of the Demon Dragon is using you as a spearman—" He paused before saying, "Instead of using me as a spearman?"
(End of this chapter)
