Chapter 1136 A Long Night at Malfoy Manor

The screaming sound emitted by the scarlet eyes was extremely creepy, which not only made Lucius tremble even more violently, but also made him dare not look directly into those eyes.

All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, but the burning Dark Mark on his arm forced him to stay awake.

"Lucius--" The voice of the owner of the scarlet eyes was like a rusty piece of iron scraping against a frozen eardrum, reaching deep into the listener's brain.

"You're late, Lucius—"

Lucius's whole body was stiff, and every nerve seemed to be nailed by ice picks.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, but his throat couldn't utter even a syllable.

"I smell the sour smell of fear, Lucius."

The tall woman, Bellatrix sneered, "Lucius, the master heard that you couldn't even handle a mudblood, and he is now very angry."

Her slender, skeleton-like fingers gently stroked her sister Narcissa's pale, bloodless face, "Go, beg for your master's forgiveness."

Lucius crawled forward with all his strength, and he never dared to meet those scarlet eyes.

Draco, who was protected by Narcissa, saw his father crawling into the corridor like a dog, and he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He could clearly feel something crawling on his skin. The feeling seemed familiar, a fear that came from instinct.

As Lucius' figure sank into the darkness, something deep in his heart began to break bit by bit.

"Draco—" Bellatrix stretched out her slender, skeletal fingers, "Come here, come here so I can take a good look."

Narcissa grabbed her hand tremblingly, "Bella, congratulations on regaining your freedom. I think you must be tired. I will take you to rest."

Bellatrix showed an extremely creepy smile, "Well, Cissy, I think the last time we met was in Azkaban? We must have a good chat tonight."

Narcissa glanced back at Draco, whose face was equally pale, "Rodolphus and the others are here, right? I'll arrange their rooms first."

"You don't have to be so polite." Bellatrix took her cold hand. "It's not the first time they've come here. They know the place."

Narcissa took a deep breath and held Draco's hand tightly with her other hand, "Come on, Draco, I'll take you back to your room."

Lucius was no longer in the dark corridor. Bellatrix kept smiling the whole time, making it hard to tell what she was thinking.

"Ah——" When passing by the reception room with its door closed, the three of them heard a familiar scream coming from the crack of the door.

Narcissa's face turned even paler, and her cold hands held Draco even tighter.

"Don't worry, Sissy." Bellatrix's smile was full of indifference. "This is just a small punishment from the master. Lucius is a smart man. He knows how to beg for the master's forgiveness."

Narcissa felt as if the other hand she was holding had lost consciousness. "That...that's good."

The three of them continued to move deeper into the dark corridor, and Draco felt his body getting heavier with every step.

His consciousness began to fade away, and he let his mother Narcissa lead him back to his room.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself huddled under the desk, the only source of light. The flickering light made his shadow very long.

Draco hugged his knees tightly. The night was very quiet, but the screams just now kept echoing in his ears.

He covered his ears tightly, trying to block out all the sound.

But it was in vain, Lucius' screams seemed to be branded deep in his soul, and would be heard again no matter what method was used.

If only this were a nightmare.

On the other side, Lucius in the reception room finally couldn't stand the torture of the Cruciatus Curse.

He fell down amid the snickers of the Death Eaters. "Master, the diary has been destroyed by Vincent Wayne."

Voldemort glanced at Lucius with a cold, emotionless look. "You have failed three times."

"Master...I..."

"I don't need losers."

Lucius cried out weakly, he was almost fainting from the piercing pain.

"But..." Voldemort lowered the yew wand in his hand, "I need a wand, a wand powerful enough to defeat Dumbledore."

His eyes became playful, sweeping across the Death Eaters in front of the long table, and finally stopped below him, "Lucius, I don't think you need a wand anymore."

The piercing pain disappeared, Lucius gasped for breath, and immediately offered his snake-head cane, "Yes, Master."

Voldemort grasped the snake head of the cane, pulled out the wand inside, and held it up to his scarlet eyes for a closer look. "What is it made of?"

"Elm, Master."

"Where's the rod core?"

"Dragon...dragon's heart nerve."

"Very good." Voldemort placed Lucius' wand next to his own yew wand and compared their lengths.

Lucius kept his head down, hoping that Voldemort would return the wand to him.

The difference between wizards and Muggles is that wizards can use magic, so for wizards, especially Slytherin pure-blood wizards who worship blood and power, the wand is not only a symbol of identity, but also their second life.

"What a pity." Voldemort broke Lucius's wand expressionlessly, "It is not powerful."

The crisp sound of breaking caused the Death Eaters to change from snickering to blatant laughter.

Lucius still kept his head down, but his back teeth were clenched so tightly that they were about to break.

Without his wand, he was like a disabled person, without even the ability to protect himself.

He knew that he was the chicken that Voldemort used to scare the monkeys. He needed to consider not only himself, but also his wife and children. No matter how dissatisfied he was, he had to endure it.

"Keep your head up, Lucius."

"Yes, Master."

Lucius tried to appear calm as possible, but the humiliation flashing in his eyes did not escape Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

"You're unhappy, aren't you, Lucius?"

"No, Master, I am not unhappy."

Voldemort approached him, his snake-like vertical pupils seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Master... Master..." Lucius instinctively avoided the gaze of those scarlet eyes, "I... I am willing to offer the treasury."

“The vault?” Voldemort chuckled. “Golden Galleons mean nothing to me.”

"Master, I can also offer--"

Voldemort suddenly grabbed Lucius by the throat, "Wayne, that little Mudblood has a very powerful wand, and I need it."

That big stick?

Lucius didn't dare to refuse, "Yes... Master, I will definitely give it to you with my own hands."

Voldemort loosened his hand and looked at him coldly as he fell to the ground. "Wayne, a little mudblood, is not worthy of holding Salazar Slytherin's relics. The caduceus belongs to me. I am qualified."

Lucius suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Vincent's magic level improved by leaps and bounds. It turned out that he got Slytherin's double snake staff.

He looked toward Voldemort cautiously.

If he gets the double snake staff, will he be able to...

No, you can't have such thoughts, at least not now.

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