At dusk,

The dim light slanted and scattered on the earth. This ancient manor was as quiet as a tomb.

The crystal glass with carved windows reflects the remaining sunlight, falling into the study, with shadows that make people unreal.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that there are two people in the room... one man and one woman.

And the intermittent whimpering sounds.

The man stood in front of the bookshelf, and the high cabinet was filled with exquisite magic books. The huge shadow it cast enveloped half of his body.

The other half of his body fell into the brilliance, and his pale bald head was shining.

As time goes by, the light slowly moves.

The alternation of light and darkness, there was no trace of warmth in the room, and behind the man, a woman's sob came, making him look like... a demon!

"Narcisa, I can't pretend that I'm not angry."

The man spoke.

"I gave my trust and my husband Lucius for a year, but what did he give me?"

The Dark King narrowed his red eyes and said indifferently:

"He was caught and had so many people on his own, and the prophecy ball was not recovered.

It also forced me to declare war... That time was too hasty, not what I wanted!

Do you understand?!"

"Please, Master, please forgive us." Narcissa sobbed, her pale face full of begging.

"What are you talking about? Of course I will forgive you." Voldemort looked at Narcissa.

"You are the daughter of Signas Black and Druella Rozier.

Both of them were Slytherin back then and my classmates were also my classmates.

Although they are not part of the Death Eaters themselves, they are consistent with me in some views.”

Voldemort shook his cloak and slowly walked to Narcisa.

"And your sister Bella, my most trusted servant, although she is missing now, probably killed by Stark...."

The Dark King looked at this woman who was five points similar to Bella, even pampered and well-maintained, and laughed in a low voice:

"Because of these people, after your husband Lucius was imprisoned, I will also take care of you for him and I will forgive you even more."

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief, and then covered her face with her hands, as if she was sobbing without tears.

But Voldemort changed his mind and asked suddenly:

"Did you have a recent connection with that sister named Andomeda and cousin Sirius Black?"

"There is no master, I have never seen them again since you resurrected!" Narcisa burst into tears again.

"It doesn't matter, Sirius is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort hissed.

"Your sister's daughter, who is named Tonks, is also very close to Stark.

Being closer to them will also be beneficial to your family. Do you want to leave a way out, right?"

Narcissa trembled for a moment and immediately swore:

"If I see them, I will definitely kill them with my own hands! I will not have any contact with them!"

"Look, Narcisa, of course I believe in you." Voldemort paced slowly.

"But because of the two of them, many Death Eaters think that your family's position is not firm enough!"

"Your husband was arrested because of this."

Voldemort walked to the window, looked through the curtains and towards the vast manor.

"There are even many people who believe that he is Dumbledore's spy, which led to the Ministry of Magic's operation, and the news leaked in advance."

"Lucius... really didn't." Narcisa trembled and stuttered:

"He has always been loyal to you, and I swear, we are willing to do anything for you!"

"So, Narcisa, what can you do for me now?"

Voldemort suddenly pulled up the curtains, turned to face Narcisa, and said with interest: "Let me listen."

Narcisa knelt on the ground, her hands crossed on her knees began to tremble pale. She didn't dare to look up and stared at the barefoot not far away.

Resisting humiliation and disgust, she slowly crawled over, kissed her feet, and cried:

"I can join the Death Eater and perform missions for Lucius!"

Lucius is a Death Eater, but his wife, Narcisa, is not, she has never joined.

Voldemort sneered, sat down in the armchair, he leaned over to the ear of Nassisa and said slowly:

"No, I don't need you! Is there no other men in the Malfoy family except your husband?!"

Narcisa collapsed to the ground, she already knew what the Dark Lord wanted.

"Why, don't you?" The Dark King's voice became cold.

"But Draco is only sixteen years old...he...he is my only son, master!"

"It's not young anymore. At the age of sixteen, I have killed many people;

Your sister Bella, too, is willing to sacrifice herself for me.”

Voldemort leaned against the back of the chair, and his two pale hands lazily placed on the armrest of the chair, looking at Narcissa's face with rain with a smile.

"I think... your son Draco should bear the glory of the Malfoy family for his father, when Lucius was imprisoned."

Narcisa seemed to have a scoop of cold water poured on her head. She knew that the Dark King was punishing her and wanted to punish her husband.

But it's too cruel... Draco is her only son... anything is OK, and she can do anything.

Only son...no!

But Voldemort smiled cruelly.

His favorite thing is to punish the servants and deprive them of their beloved things, which is much more comfortable than a "heart-wrenching" one.

"How is it, Draco?" The Dark Lord suddenly turned his head and smiled:

"You should be proud of whether you want to be the youngest Death Eater and do your business for me."

Narcissa was shocked. She didn't expect that her son would have been hiding in the room.

Are you worried that you were called in by the Dark King, so you followed him secretly?!

The invisible cloak was pulled apart, and it was a thin figure standing in the corner, under the light golden hair, with a pale, pointed and blurred face.

Draco's lips were trembling and his whole body was trembling. He did not dare to approach the Dark Lord, nor did he dare to look at him.

"Draco, I will give you the Dark Mark and make you a Death Eater."

Voldemort said coldly, "But accordingly, I will give you a task."

Narcisa's knees on the cold stone felt the bone-chilling cold.

The coldness rose along her body, and a sudden sense of fear came to her.

Sure enough, the Dark King said word by word:

"Kill Dumbledore and Stark for me."

Narcissa cried sadly and stared at the Dark Lord in despair.

She originally thought that the Dark King's punishment would allow Draco to participate in the mission at most, but she didn't expect that he would just go... die!

Even more cruel than death.

Because death is just a matter of moment, the Dark King wanted Draco to keep a glimmer of hope, and finally died in despair in the impossible.

"If you succeed." Voldemort walked towards Draco, grabbed his left hand and hissed:

"You can get a higher honor than everyone else...I'm waiting for you."

Draco didn't hear the Dark Lord, and he couldn't even think because he only felt severe pain in his left arm.

The wand cut on Draco's hands like a knife, and he felt like he was burned by fire.

"Ahhhhhh!"

A manor that was originally like a grave suddenly came a heart-wrenching scream.

The peacock Lucius kept carefully in the yard was also frightened and fled.

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Chapter completed!