In the Dark Lord's new temporary base in Bulgaria, southeast of the Balkan Peninsula.
In a dark room, the torches on the wall burned brightly, illuminating the stone floor. A dozen unlucky people dressed as local sorcerers were floating in the air with their heads down. A gray fog appeared and surrounded the victims. The Lord Voldemort opened his mouth and devoured the gray substance that came out of their bodies one by one. An old female Muggle's hair was turning white. Her originally plump skin looked like it had been drained of water and became shriveled. Her life force was being sucked away by the black smoke. Then, her soul was being sucked away, turning this unlucky person into dust.
The unrefined soul and personal consciousness were all sucked into the Lord Voldemort's head. The memories and emotions that did not belong to him made the Lord Voldemort lower his head to fight against it. Dark green veins bulged on his bald forehead. The surging magic and chaotic thoughts made his cheeks, which were paler than his bones, look even more ferocious.
After a while, the commotion outside the stone wall of the room brought the red-eyed Lord Voldemort back to his senses. But it also made him even angrier. He waved his wand, and the neat stone wall seemed to come alive. A round hole opened in the wall like the eye of a storm, revealing the scene outside. Then, the Dark Lord's hand that was still holding the curse was about to cast another spell. Green light began to accumulate at the tip of his wand.
But then, the Lord Voldemort's snake-like face frowned and threw the Curse of Slaughter to one side of the wall. His undamaged red eye, which was vertical like a cat's pupil, swept coldly at the door. He raised his voice. "Bella, you idiot … Watch your little thing!"
The one who made the commotion was Delphi, the daughter of the Dark Lord. She once again used her magic to float in the air and messed up the things in the corridor outside. Hearing the sudden cry from the room, the little chubby baby waved her hands and controlled the direction of her floating.
The Dark Lord then stared angrily at Delphi, who floated in through the door as if she was being held by an invisible hand. Seeing that Bella did not respond, the Lord Voldemort pushed the baby away and walked past her to the corridor. "Najini, come here."
But there was no other sound in the empty corridor. The baby quickly stabilized herself after being pushed away, and the angle of her floating was just enough for her to see the tall and thin Lord Voldemort in the room. Her little body paused for a moment, her curious big eyes rolled around, blinked, and after recognizing him, she floated towards the Lord Voldemort with giggles.
Voldemort was angrily pointing his wand at the Death Eater mark on his left arm. But his right arm sank and he was hugged by the soft little thing.
The memory of the victim still lingered in his mind. Lord Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and his bloodshot eyes rolled up. "Go away, little monster!" The Lord Voldemort's voice was so cold that it could almost freeze.
But the baby was not afraid. She just smiled at him. Floating in the air, she opened her ten fingers and asked the Lord Voldemort to hold her. Her body even trembled a little.
Lord Voldemort directly reached out his left hand, grabbed the baby from behind, and threw her to the side. The little body floating in the air rolled a few times uncontrollably, and before her body hit the wall, she bounced to the other side under the effect of magic. The little one bounced around the room and giggled. She thought that the Lord Voldemort was playing with her.
But this crisp laughter made the Lord Voldemort's impatient face look even more twisted and terrifying. He thought that this annoying little monster was looking down on him.
But then, with a few thuds, the furious Lord Voldemort neglected to maintain his magic power. The wizard victims who were hanging upside down lost their ability to float and fell directly to the ground like a puddle of soft mud. There was no sound other than the sound of falling, although they did not die.
The baby looked in the direction of the sound and saw that these people fell in different ways. She began to giggle even more sharply. "Hey hey hey."
This made the Lord Voldemort raise one eyebrow. He paused for a moment, looked at the baby carefully, and then raised his wand. "Avada Nibbling Melon!"
A green light flashed, illuminating the baby's innocent face.
The victims who fell to the ground but did not lose their lives had really lost their vitality this time.
"Hey hey hey!"
Just as the Dark Lord had guessed, the baby began to giggle again.
But to the Lord Voldemort's surprise, the little monster did not give up and pounced on him again. She stretched out her hands to the Lord Voldemort. "Little monster, you still don't know what fear is?"
Seeing that the other party did not move, Delphi floated up so that her eyes were level with the Lord Voldemort's. She seemed to be looking at him carefully. Finally, the baby raised her chubby little finger high and stuck it into her father's noseless nostrils.
"Go away!" The Lord Voldemort's expression instantly turned ferocious. The sudden shout scared the baby who was floating in the air, and she was now upside down. The Dark Lord was very uncomfortable with this situation. He put his right hand behind his back, and his left hand reached under the baby's head and pulled her back.
Then, some memories that did not belong to the Lord Voldemort surfaced in his mind. Finally, he subconsciously turned his head to look outside the room behind him. After confirming that there was no one around, he hesitantly tried to hug the baby with his left hand.
But all of a sudden, his left hand paused. He turned to his right prosthetic arm and pressed the wand on the Death Eater mark on his arm. A moment later, his twisted mouth moved. "I hope what you're going to report is really that important."
The Dark Lord looked at the baby again. This time, he retracted his hands as if he had been electrocuted. Then, he touched his own forehead with his fingers. Then, with anger at himself, he growled at the corpse on the ground and the powder that the previous victim had mixed in. "Weak mud-spawn …"
After that, the Lord Voldemort, who had passed the short period of confusion, shook off the fake memories that were not his own. When the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, he grabbed the baby by the back of her collar with his left hand and carried her to Bella's room. He threw her back into the pram.
Delphine Liddell, thinking it was still a game, made a mischievous attempt to take flight, but the bars of her pram suddenly rose and converged above her, trapping her in the pram like a cage.
Then, with a gloomy face, the Lord Voldemort walked out without hesitation.
Unlike the previous base that they occupied, there was no wealth or resources piled up in the corner of this house in Bulgaria. The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were used to tying their wealth and resources in the Traceless Expansion Spell Pouch hanging on their belts. The personal equipment of these Dark Sorcerers could be seen as another upgrade.
The pair of thick-soled dragon leather boots on the feet of the Dark Lord broke the sound of the temporary meeting room in the distance. The room, which was originally a dining room, became quiet.
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