The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 283 Christmas, gifts
The pain like a hot iron added to his body made little Malfoy scream. Voldemort still had that cruel smile on his face. His hands seemed to be cast iron pipes, tightly clamping Malfoy's body. Arm, looking at the tip of the wand, spit out a reddish glow.

Voldemort apparently didn't improve on this magic, calling it the thought of alleviating pain for Death Eaters.

In his view, pain is a test of obedience.

He needs obedient servants.

Beneath his wand, on Draco Malfoy's arm, appeared the crooked Death Eater mark.

"What a beautiful sign, Malfoy, that you, like your father, have become an excellent Death Eater."

Voldemort whispered, hissing like a snake, and the scarlet light in his eyes was even brighter, staring at little Malfoy without blinking.

He wanted to smell resentment on Malfoy.

No taste of resentment.

All he could smell in Malfoy was extreme fear.

This made Voldemort very happy.

He is satisfied.

"Ah, Draco, my dear servant," said Voldemort, raising his wand and placing it on Draco Malfoy's temple, "as my loyal servant, you deserve to be rewarded." !"

……

Outside the door, Narcissa heard her son's scream, desperately wanted to rush in, desperate, but was grabbed by the arm by Lucius Malfoy next to him.

"no, do not want."

Lucius Malfoy was terrified, shaking his head to his wife in a low voice, "Draco will be fine, you can't go in, Narcissa, it will kill you, and it will kill Draco.

He doesn't like his servants to have any opinion of him..."

Lucius kind of knew the Dark Lord.

He glanced fearfully at the open door, knowing it was a trap.

A trap against his Malfoy family.

At this time, the wife cannot go in. If she goes in, the Dark Lord will kill his wife without hesitation.

Would kill Draco too.

He will not allow his subordinates to have any resentment towards him.

"We still have a chance, and we still have a chance, and we will definitely find a way."

He comforted his wife in a low voice, and held her in his arms.

What the Malfoy family is best at is to have both sides.

Narcissa's face was pale, Lucius hugged his wife tightly and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Draco will be fine."

It's just that at times like this, Lucius Malfoy's words always sounded like he was comforting himself.

Narcissa, who was familiar with Lucius, became even more disturbed when she heard this.

She was shaking all over.

A piece of ice cold.

In the hall, poor Draco Malfoy's face was as pale as a piece of paper.

He sat on the chair with his legs trembling, and Voldemort stood behind him, watching him.

The magic sound filled my ears.

"As my servant, I will give you a chance to perform..."

Voldemort said, if Bella was here, she might faint happily when she heard Voldemort's words, because this came from the master's trust.

But Malfoy didn't have this awareness.

He's just a spoiled kid with some pure-blood arrogance.

Faced with such a situation, he obviously didn't know what to say.

So he kept silent.

Voldemort didn't care about that.

The smile on his face was even more terrifying.

"I heard you were classmates with Harry Potter?"

Hearing Harry Potter's name, Draco Malfoy trembled all over. Voldemort didn't wait for him to answer, and he continued: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, my Draco, I won't be so stupid as to call You go to Hogwarts and kill Harry Potter.

You can't do anything with Dumbledore around.

And, Harry Potter is mine, and only I can kill this kid. "

He grabbed Draco Malfoy's shoulders with both hands, brought his bloodless face close to Draco Malfoy and said: "Two things, Draco, the first thing, I tell you to observe carefully inside the school.

If only you found someone, Dewey Jones. "

Voldemort waved his wand, and in front of his eyes, a piece of paper floated over and landed in front of Draco Malfoy. He motioned Draco Malfoy to look at the paper and said, "This man, Remember his face, don't do anything to him, you are not his match, Draco.

You just need to find him and ask the owl to notify me. If you find it troublesome, I have a spell for you. Find the spells I left behind in your mind, and you can contact me. "

After he finished speaking, he said to Draco: "Second question, Draco, keep an eye on Harry Potter and take everything he does to heart.

However, you don't have to do anything.

It is enough to do this.

Don't make Dumbledore suspicious of you. "

After finishing these words, he straightened up and said, "Do you understand what I said? Draco?"

Draco Malfoy nodded stiffly.

"Good boy!"

He knocked on the table and said, "The dinner party can begin."

Voldemort doesn't know how to eat. He has already reached the point where he can survive without eating or drinking. Because of Scrimgeour, at least Voldemort saw that because of Scrimgeour, their banquet came to an end. There are not many people.

"A nasty person, a tough person, should be killed, shouldn't he?"

Voldemort smiled at Draco.

Draco nodded dully, not knowing what he should do, he subconsciously went to see his mother.

Voldemort saw this and said, "Oh, it seems that our Mr. Draco misses his mother very much, so well, sit with your mother."

Candles were lit.

hall.

Only a few people.

Of the Death Eaters that Voldemort summoned from Germany, not many survived.

Draco Malfoy looked at Lucius Malfoy, his father, standing by the table with mixed feelings.

What he couldn't understand was that, one, his father was still alive, and two, his father was as humble as a house elf, standing aside, while others were eating, and he was waiting for the leftovers.

Draco couldn't accept it emotionally.

Also, among the people at the table this time, there was someone Draco Malfoy hadn't expected.

In Diagon Alley, the owner of the ice cream shop, Mr. Florin.

He doesn't seem to want to appear here, he is a pure blood, yes, there is no doubt that he is a pure blood wizard, he is also an old wizard who has lived for hundreds of years, very kind, for Ancient magic has some unique insights.

However, judging from his expression and the scars on his face, he really didn't like eating here very much, and he didn't receive any preferential treatment here.

"Why don't you eat it? Mr. Florin, is it because the food here is not to your liking?"

asked Voldemort, snapping his fingers, and a shaky house-elf appeared not far away.

"Good job you did!"

Voldemort stretched out his wand, a green light flashed over, and Draco Malfoy felt his heart being tightly grasped!
He subconsciously twitched, and not far from him, the house elf fell to the ground.

"enough."

Mr. Florin couldn't help but said, he licked his lips, mustered up the courage to look at the Dark Lord and said, "I don't know, I don't know the answer to your question, and I don't know what to do.

You don't have to threaten me. "

Mr. Florin didn't know why he was caught here at first.

Until the Dark Lord asked him a question.

About the ancient, magic of love.

To be honest, the wizarding world has always been researching the magic of love, but it is a pity that whether it is the magic of love or the Unforgivable Curse like Avada Kedavra, the industry has studied it for a long time, but there are also many debates.

Even Florin couldn't come up with an idea, especially after Mr. Florin keenly realized that the answer to this question might be related to Harry Potter, he was even more reluctant to speak out about his own problem The answer is up.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously.

He doesn't need the other party to answer.

He just needs the answers to these questions to subconsciously come to mind in the other party's mind.

It was as if he had discovered that Mr. Florin knew he was dealing with Harry Potter.

"Eat."

Voldemort didn't speak any more, he motioned for everyone to eat.

Draco Malfoy felt sick to his stomach, he looked at his father frequently, Lucius shook his head subtly at his son, signaling his son not to look at him anymore.

Voldemort naturally saw this scene too, just when he was about to say something.

An unexpected guest came to Malfoy Manor.

a mouse.

Pettigrew Peter!
He finally found his master according to some people's instructions.

(End of this chapter)