Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 365: Alteration
Each of Voldemort's Horcruxes has the effect of bewitching people's hearts.
People who approach it will inexplicably hear the whispers of demons and whispers of temptation.
Emotions are plunged into collapse-like chaos, corrosive hatred.
Greed, vanity, it is its specialty to induce these negative emotions from the hearts of others. Evil Horcruxes can affect the people around them. These negative emotions can arise from nothing or Being guided to grow and expand.
People who are not steadfast in their minds will face countless negative emotions that are constantly washed away by the waves, and they will not be able to persist, and their emotions will be uncontrollable and irritable, and then they will become more and more intense.
The dark side hidden in the heart will be exposed uncontrollably.
Malfoy released a little bit of his tense mental defense just now, and when he approached Nagini, he felt an evil attack.
With this, it was immediately concluded that it was a Horcrux.
But compared to the few hidden dead objects before, this Horcrux is too difficult to destroy.
The slippery scales attached to Nagini's long body can not only fly most weak spells, but also reduce the power of powerful spells.
The most important thing is that Nagini is almost inseparable from its owner Voldemort.
Voldemort also rarely had the opportunity to let Nagini play with him. Most of the time, no one knew where Voldemort hid it.
Nagini will often appear in situations of crushing, or when punishing subordinates who do not work well.
To kill it, it means that it is likely to confront Voldemort.
The risk is too high.
Just as Malfoy started to think, the words of the Dark Lord pulled him back to reality.
"Draco? What reward do you need." Voldemort asked suddenly, then raised his eyebrows.
The meals of all the Death Eaters stopped immediately, and it seemed that the Dark Lord had something to announce.
"By the way, I forgot. You haven't engraved the Dark Devil mark until now. As my most loyal subordinate, how can I miss this most important step?"
Voldemort looked very interested, looking at the boy in front of him, it seemed that the mark was engraved, even if it could be regarded as a reward.
Malfoy was a little resistant in his heart, but he was mentally prepared for this step.
Undercover, it's unlikely that there will be no sacrifice, which is too light compared to life.
But after all, this is Voldemort's magic. There may be some sequelae. Similarly, the skull-like mark is too evil and ugly, and it can't be simply eliminated with some clean magic.
I will stay with myself for life.
However, Malfoy concealed this very well, and there was a feverish excitement on his face. He rushed to the table quickly, his black robe clashed as he ran.
As for the Lucius and his wife at the side, their expressions also changed at this time.
Narcissa took a step forward, thinking about something to say, and then her husband immediately grasped her wrist fiercely.
"Draco just came back, why can't the Dark Lord understand him, our child is not an adult now! Don't let him wade through the muddy water! Death Eaters are not so good!" Narcissa panicked. Whispering in her husband's ear, an unstoppable anxious look appeared on her delicate face.
I saw Lucius looking gloomy and shook his head slowly at her.
The pale and thin face didn't look very good, but he knew that Voldemort couldn't resist easily.
The Dark Lord is moody.
If you plead, it will only make things worse.
At least for now, this is not a bad result. It is better to reuse him than to exclude the margins of power.
At this moment, Malfoy stretched out his left arm eagerly and rolled up his cuff.
It is like a devout believer who is about to receive the baptism of his benefactor.
The arms trembled with excitement...
Since I can't refuse, then of course I can't let myself be sacrificed in vain. I must conceal my heart and prevent Voldemort from seeing any abnormalities.
"Today, everyone here will testify to your unwavering loyalty." Voldemort waved his hand and his dark robe rattled.
The fire snake in the center of the ceiling, acting as a light, swelled its body, and for a moment, the dim room was completely illuminated.
"Wow!" The werewolves took the lead and began to howl. They knew they should roar loudly now, corresponding to Voldemort's actions.
Lucius subconsciously showed a look of disgust when he saw this, because these beasts were so rude and unconsciously disgusting.
Voldemort looked at the reaction of his men in front of him. He nodded in satisfaction, raised his skinny arm, lightly waved his wand, and summoned a crimson flame, exuding non-scorching heat, in mid-air. Shining with a faint light.
Slightly dimmer than ordinary flames, and slightly brighter than fierce flames.
The deep demon flame was floating in the air, and finally gradually condensed into shape, like a sharp knife.
The flames fluctuate slightly, exuding a chilling evil atmosphere.
Nacissa looked at the flames in horror, and soon ~IndoMTL.com~ her son, who had finally returned, had to endure great pain again.
Just as the sharp blade was about to hang down, etched into the skin of Malfoy's arm, and pierced the mark that symbolized the evil black demon, Narcissa tilted her head, closed her eyes, and pinched her palms hard. Took her husband’s arm.
Don't dare to look again.
It's just that, what is depressing is that the faint light suddenly extinguished again.
In Voldemort's scarlet eyes, the blood-red eyes shrank suddenly and narrowed into a line.
Malfoy’s heart beat a few times, as if a hammer hit it hard for a moment, then the blood all over his body began to flow against it, and his back seemed to be severely hit by the extreme cold wind. Passing by, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
The faint eyebrows twisted in surprise, and the eyelids blinked quickly.
This sudden and abnormal change made him think of everything for a moment.
Maybe Voldemort discovered his secret?
His right hand tried to squeeze the wand in the cuff of the wand, but he restrained his behavior and forced himself to relax.
In the gray eyes, there is a right doubt, looking at the Dark Lord in front of him.
That kind of guarded look only makes Voldemort feel suspicious.
Things have not yet reached the worst point, and they can't be in trouble.
Afterwards, he saw a smug smile on Voldemort's pale face.
"I thought of a very interesting plan, Draco." A low, soothing voice reached his ears.
Voldemort lowered the wand slowly, his pale face showed some high emotions, the two nostrils were tightened, the scarlet tongue licked the bloodless dry lips, the snake eyes narrowed slightly, and then he hoarse 'S voice, slowly and excitedly said:
"Do you still want to go back to school, Draco?"