Chapter 1344 My Lord, Helbo

"Asshole!!!"

After a roar full of tyranny, streaks of green light flashed across the dark space.

The remaining Death Eaters scrambled and fled in panic through the tall entrance hall of Malfoy Mansion.

But after the green light gently brushed over their bodies, their faces, which were distorted by fear, froze in place and their bodies fell powerlessly.

The gray fog outside the manor was like sharks that had smelled blood, rushing into the hallway where a killing was taking place.

Gray fog lingered around the wizards who died with hatred, like a thin gray veil floating in the breeze, covering the corpses and gradually thickening -
On the walls of the entrance hall, the portraits of the Malfoy family ancestors looked no less panicked than the wizards who had been slaughtered.

They screamed in fear, left their original place in a hurry, and fled up the stairs.

The elegant, gilded frames with intricate patterns they left behind were also eroded by the gray fog in the hallway, and every second seemed to fade as if it had passed for several years.
The once majestic and magnificent manor has now become a haunted house.

Cracks appeared on the luxurious white marble tiles with swirl patterns, and the gaps that made the mansion look hideous and ugly were filled with the smell of decay.

The entire Malfoy Manor is like a haunted house that has fallen into the abyss of hell and been abandoned by time - gloomy, scary and weird!
boom--
One person fell down, and his lifeless eyes reflected the snow-white face of Narcissa Malfoy hiding behind a marble pillar covered with black moss.

Narcissa was also looking at the corpse on the ground that was gradually losing its temperature. Her thin body was shaking like a sieve!
This is a descendant of the Greengrass family, a nephew of old Greengrass.

Now, he is dead.

Died at the hands of the Dark Lord.

It's been a long time --
In Narcissa's memory, she had not experienced such severe wrath from the Dark Lord for a long time!
Boom!

A fallen marble column caused the entire Malfoy Mansion to shake a few times, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Narcissa didn't know who died, but no matter who it was, they were all lowly reptiles and insignificant to the Dark Lord.
But where was her husband?

Aren't they off on a mission for the Dark Lord?
Why was the Dark Lord the only one who came back, and why was he so furious?
Was he arrested or died in the Ministry of Magic?

A sense of grief surged in Narcissa's eyes, and sad tears oozed out of her eyes. She slowly squatted down, curled up her body as much as she could, and waited helplessly for death.
In the end what happened?
The smoke and dust rising from the fallen pillar enveloped the entrance hall. In the darkness, one could vaguely hear some suppressed cries of pain. When a ray of green light pierced through the gray fog, the cries of pain disappeared and the hall fell completely silent.

In the quiet world, Voldemort was breathing heavily.

In his fierce, crazy eyes he could see Narcissa Malfoy hiding behind a pillar.

But after hesitating for a moment, he did not take any more action.

Considering that Lucius Malfoy was willing to exchange his son for the prophecy tonight, he should at least keep one person to serve him.

But what happened tonight!
Deep in the blood-red eyes filled with madness and tyranny, a little fear is growing!
He doesn't understand!

What on earth is Brian's magic? How could he hurt himself?

Harry Potter!

Why was the boy, who he thought had escaped from him by luck, able to get rid of him again tonight!
In the darkness, Voldemort opened one palm and glared hatefully.

Hasn't he gotten over that obstacle?

He has the same blood as Harry Potter.

That stupid woman called Lily, her magic has worn off hasn't it?

But why?
Why was the damage and pain he suffered when he entered Harry Potter's body more severe than when he was trapped by Blaine's magic?

In that short period of time, his soul seemed to be burned to ashes.
The pain was the same as when he was in the body of that stupid Quirrell and faced Harry Potter in order to steal the Philosopher's Stone and was touched by the boy.

"Love again?"

In the dilapidated hallway, Voldemort's gnashing whispers sounded like a ghost's curse!

Dumbledore has always claimed that love is an extremely powerful magic.

What a ridiculous statement. He used to believe this.

But now, the devilish red eyes in the gray fog flashed with hesitation.

hiss--
Nagini swam in from the front door, its snake mouth stained with blood, as if it had just experienced a hunt. The corpses scattered all over the hallway were an extraordinary temptation to it, and greed rolled in its snake eyes.

But after some hesitation, Nagini crawled towards its owner.

"My dear Nagini—"

Voldemort stroked Nagini's head, and the confusion and hesitation in his eyes disappeared.
"Ridiculous. Mystification. It must be some obscure and ancient magic that Dumbledore used to protect the boy. I overlooked it -"

Voldemort's pointed face twisted, and he growled in a low voice like a wild beast.
"Love doesn't exist at all. Voldemort will not be defeated by such an empty thing. We are still invulnerable, right, Nagini? We have conquered death together!"

"Hiss-"

A strange sound was heard, but it was not made by Nagini.

The voice was magnificent and broad, like an emperor speaking generously to his subjects;
The voice was smooth and dirty, like a thief lurking in the darkness, bewitching the living beings;
The voice was ancient and cold, and every syllable was tinged with a forgotten time;
The voice was sharp and cruel, ruthless as if it had slaughtered billions of lives but crushed them all.
Narcissa stopped grieving and stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

It permeates the hallway. Not only in the hallway --
For a long time, the gray fog that shrouded the beautiful Malfoy Manor, which could neither be driven away nor eliminated, began to flow, turning it into a ghost town.

The twin snake staff floating in front of Voldemort, its four snake pupils once again shone with a bloody red light. Like a whirlpool in the deep sea, it gathered the gray fog caused by it.

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These gray mists, these deaths, come from all things in the world, and they gather together spontaneously because they are here.

Voldemort was not ecstatic.

This scepter easily repelled the resurrection of Dumbledore's scepter. No, that cannot be described that way.

It has been awake all the time, but it just doesn't want to pay attention to itself.

"I am your master!"

Voldemort growled fiercely but cowardly, staring at the caduceus. The two snakes entangled with each other twisted and looked extremely ferocious.

"lie--"

That soul-stirring, surrender-inducing voice appeared again. Narcissa stood up unconsciously, walked out from behind the pillar, and stared at it blankly.

lie?

Voldemort shuddered as he savored the words, which were full of ancient meaning.

He didn't understand and was confused.

"Since you don't want to submit to me, why... why did you let that stupid woman Cliona hand you over to me!"

Voldemort growled, his face distorted.

An unspeakable fear tormented his soul. This power, this majesty -
He could no longer pretend to be the master of the caduceus.
"Who are you loyal to?"

"My Lord, Helpo."

The scepter that was floating in the gray fog was humming, making a majestic and vast sound.

"Helpo?"

All the emotions disappeared from Voldemort's face, and he looked up at the caduceus like a mortal looking up to a god.

"The despicable Herpo. The Horcrux is him."

Voldemort murmured in confusion.

"I will make a contract with your humble soul--"

The iron-blue body of the Double Snake Staff stopped moving, and a strange light flashed through its cold eyes as it looked down at Voldemort, revealing its majesty.

"trade."

(End of this chapter)