Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 386: The Return of Voldemort

In the gorgeous underground palace, countless gold bricks are placed in piles. It may be the tomb of a certain king or the remains of a wizard.

At the end of the ruins, dozens of luxurious crystals are shining intoxicating brilliance under the light, and the beautiful halo refracted is fascinating. The night pearls are dotted with stars and the moon, and the lights intersect. echo.

However, these exquisite ornaments are like a bomb inside which was detonated. Suddenly, a series of explosions broke apart. The fragments did not splash. It was like a building collapsed. The fragments fell like mud and sand. .

A man in a black robe stood before the eyes of these treasures.

The facial features on his face are extremely strange, his eyes are scarred to the extreme, his nose is almost invisible, only two gaps are left, the skull is extremely prominent, and the direction of his head bones can almost be clearly seen.

No one else, but the Dark Lord.

Voldemort vented his emotions violently. .

It seems that someone can always guess his actions, one step ahead of him, or what he wants to pursue is not what he wants. Now he is in the underground palace, which is the twelfth ancient wizard that he has explored. Under the ruins.

Muggle wealth and ordinary magical items did not appeal to him at all.

He wasted nearly half a year for this.

The only legendary Ivamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry related to his ancestors, went back empty-handed.

Snake Wood didn't recognize him, and when he tried to pull it out forcibly, he quickly withered.

In addition, there are many more, so I won’t repeat them here.

At this moment, facing everything in front of him, Voldemort waved his magic wand at will, and a few flames rose in front of him. Coffin.

The meticulously drawn star map with cloud patterns next to the coffin, flowing like life, was then cut off and burned.

The people in power can't think of the many measures they have made in order to rest, and they still can't let themselves sleep peacefully after death.

"Okay."

He made a irritable decision. He left the pesky reptiles at Hogwarts alive for some time. He had planned to settle the accounts first, and then slowly explore.

A person’s power is limited.

After he has mastered the resources of the entire wizarding world, it may be easier to search for them.

After flashing this thought, his mood seemed to improve a lot.

He made a decision. It was just a thought, and the man disappeared in the tomb, as if he had never been in the future.

A strong sense of oppression suddenly climbed into Malfoy's heart.

At this moment, he was lying on a chair with a desk in front of him. He unconsciously flipped through Muggle’s dictionary, looked at the words on it, and read it mechanically, using this method to relieve some Discomfort caused by these reasons.

When he saw the term "batudigua spider"

Because of the palpitations, he closed the dictionary with a sudden "click".

The man finally returned.

Extremely abrupt, without warning.

Of course, the actions of the superiors do not need to be explained to the lower level, nor do they need a trace of preview.

In the large reception room, the Dark Lord sits on the elaborately crafted throne, and the whole body reflects a faint cold light.

Looking around the room, the flame in the marble fireplace has been extinguished for a long time, hanging on the side of the wall, the crystal lighting on the ceiling in the center of the hall is dim, and the only useful thing is the silver candlestick hung with chains and the candles on it. Exudes a faint light.

The houses that used to be transparent became so dim for a while.

But in terms of cleanliness, it has been maintained well, and it has not been neglected because of his long-term departure.

Every once in a while, there are house elves to keep cleaning.

The Malfoy family now leads a rather "luxury" life.

There is Kreacher in the old house, and Dobby here. Crouch's Sparkle completely lost self-consciousness and was brought back here.

Although her cleverness has disappeared due to too much self-blame and some mental shocks, it is okay to do some simple mechanical work.

Suddenly, Voldemort frowned, and the noise outside the courtyard made him a little irritable.

Those roars and roars are really annoying.

The door of the door was suddenly pushed open by invisible force, revealing a gap. At the same time, some natural light was thrown in. A faint green light penetrated through the gap between the open door and between the two werewolves biting each other.

"I'm not here, you seem to have forgotten the rules." Voldemort said coldly.

For werewolves, death may be commonplace.

In other words, in their bloodthirsty brains, there is no definition and understanding of the profound philosophical proposition of death, but it still triggered his fear.

For a while, according to the distance from Voldemort, all the Death Eaters with the Dark Demon mark on their arms felt different degrees of burns.

Many Death Eaters rushed here.

The long table in front of the Dark Lord's eyes was filled with various wizards in a blink of an eye.

He looked around.

"If I don't come back, you may all die almost, ridiculously killing each other."

"Draco, I have seen your information, it is good." He glanced sideways and said approvingly.

"Where is Severus? Hmm...should be on the way here."

The thin piece of paper stood upright in front of his eyes. Voldemort squinted his eyes, and every time a piece of paper was skipped, the paper would automatically burn out in a blue flame.

Malfoy lowered his head, accepting the Dark Lord's review, but the leftover light secretly swept under the throne.

Nagini is not here.

"Does your face look good?" Voldemort was keenly aware.

However, it's just like capitalists "caring" about the physical condition of workers, just wanting to know whether they can continue to create value for him.

The same goes for Voldemort.

"No serious illness, Master" Malfoy leaned slightly, accepting the "care" of the Dark Lord calmly.

Afterwards, Voldemort gently tapped on the table top with his slender and pale fingers, and all the table tops in front of the werewolves leaked blood.

"Stop drinking the blood of your own kind anymore."

"There will be endless opportunities in the future."

"The only advantage of Muggle is that there are many people. Inferior creatures always hope to find some inexplicable comfort by relying on their numbers."

A series of words is not suggestive, but explicit.

The Dark Lord will soon launch a war, spreading from the wizarding world to Muggle society.

Voldemort looked at the group of humbly knees, not daring to look directly at his subordinates.

"I don't want to see my subordinates ridiculously killing each other."

"The vampire, the fugitive wizard from South America...I hope you can make a difference." Voldemort rubbed his wand in his hand.

Under the steps, the wizard who was hiding in the cloak, and the man who wore an exquisite uniform and whose complexion was paler than the Dark Lord, shuddered unconsciously.

"I also hope that ~IndoMTL.com~, as a slave, has the consciousness of a slave."

"In addition, as a guest of this manor, you must also be aware of the guest." I hope you understand.

"At least, don't mess up other people's home furnishings, right, Draco."

Malfoy can only nod his head slightly, neither can he appear extremely minded, nor can he appear indifferent.

The Dark Lord’s move was obviously based on the topic, just to stand up.

"In the future, I will bring you fresh and delicious food." Voldemort knocked on the table, **** meat and blood in the wine glass flashed onto the table.

Crazy screaming cheers came from the long table.

The werewolf raised his sharp claws, leaving a few blood stains on his chest.

Their self-healing ability is very strong, the scars on their chest scabs quickly, and then they fall, and they remain roaring, venting their desires.