The Death Eaters didn't care. They were happy to see others suffer, as long as it wasn't them. They were too happy to see Bellatrix and the Malfoy family being humiliated. Bellatrix, who was blushing a moment ago, now had patches of red and white on her face.
"Master, she's not our niece," she shouted in the midst of the laughter. "Just like Sirius who was chased out of the Blake family, our sister is also a disgrace to the family. Ever since she married that bastard, she was removed from the family. We, Narcissa and I, have never looked her in the eye and have nothing to do with her. That child and the beast she married have nothing to do with us. "
"Draco, what do you say?" Lord Voldemort asked. Although his voice was soft, it clearly drowned out the screams and laughter. "Will you take care of those wolf pups? If I ask you to go there, will you go? "
Draco Malfoy trembled visibly when he was called out by Lord Voldemort.
He subconsciously covered his arm and looked at his father in horror.
His father looked down at his knees and then met his mother's gaze.
His mother shook her head almost imperceptibly, then stared at the opposite wall expressionlessly.
Draco didn't seem to see his mother's response, or he didn't know how to answer. His anxious thoughts blurred for a moment, and once again fell into another terrible memory. He couldn't help but think of the punishment he received last summer. Because his father didn't do his job well, Lord Voldemort gave the Malfoy family a heavy punishment.
What did Lord Voldemort mean? Werewolves? Wolf pups?
Let Draco take care of them?
Ever since Fenrir Greyback was killed by Elwyn in the last operation, the werewolf army gathered in the underground world was in chaos. The werewolves, who were supposed to be the most threatening and fighting force in Lord Voldemort's dark army, were now scattered. They urgently needed …
No!!!
Either way, Draco didn't want to have anything to do with werewolves anymore.
His grip on his arm tightened. His face was pale. Greyback was dead. He should be free from this terrible threat.
His father had said that there would be a way, that there would be a way …
Because Draco did not answer Lord Voldemort, the scene became even more lively.
"Enough!" Lord Voldemort said softly, playing with his wand. "Enough."
The laughter died down immediately, and the atmosphere became oppressive again.
"Over time, many of our oldest families have become a little sickly." He said, and Bellatrix held her breath and stared at him earnestly. "You must prune it to keep it healthy, mustn't you? Cut off the parts that threaten your overall health. "
"Yes, Master!" Bellatrix whispered, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "As long as there's a chance!"
"There will be a chance." Lord Voldemort said, his left arm trembling unnaturally again. "In your family, in the whole world … we will cut out the rotten sores that invade us, until only the pure-blooded sorcerers are left … We will establish a new order, a new world …"
As Lord Voldemort spoke, he slowly raised Lucius Malfoy's wand with his right hand and waved it at the human body that was spinning slightly above the table.
The man awoke with a groan and began to struggle against the invisible ropes.
"Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked the Lord Voldemort.
Snape looked up at the upside-down face, his face expressionless.
At this moment, all the Death Eaters looked up at the captive as if they had received permission to express their curiosity.
As the woman whirled round to face the fire, she said in a hoarse, frightened voice, "Severus! Help me! "
"Oh, I recognize you," said Snape. The prisoner slowly turned around again.
"What about you, Draco?" asked the Lord Voldemort, stroking the snout of the giant snake with the hand that was not holding the wand.
Draco shook his head violently and became even more frightened.
Now that the woman was awake, he seemed afraid to look at her again.
"That's not surprising. You probably haven't taken her lessons," said Lord Voldemort. Voldemort said, "Some of you may not know her, but let me tell you. The one who has come to visit us tonight is Caredy Bubbagi. She has been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
There was a soft, enlightened sound around the table. A broad-shouldered, hunched woman with sharp teeth giggled.
"Yes, Professor Bubagy teaches the children of the wizards about the Muggle. He tells them that the Muggle is not much different from us …"
A Death Eater spat on the floor. Carey Bubagy turned to face Snape again. "Severus, please, please …"
"Silence." The Lord Voldemort shook Malfoy's wand lightly. Carey's mouth seemed to be gagged and she immediately went silent. "Professor Bubagy is not satisfied with corrupting the minds of the children of the wizards. Last week, she wrote an article in the newspaper, passionately defending the mudbloods. She said that wizards must tolerate those who steal their knowledge and magic. Professor Bubagy said that the decrease in the number of purebred wizards is a very welcome phenomenon. She hopes that we will all marry the Muggle … and, of course, the werewolves … "
Draco Malfoy shivered again. He did not let go of the hand that was holding his arm. His mind was in a mess. Werewolves, more and more black shadows appeared in the manor, and the terrifying laughter of the Lord Voldemort. All of these finally converged into the same picture: Dumbledore was hit by the green light of the Killing Curse and fell from the Astronomy Tower.
That was the source of all nightmares. If Dumbledore was still alive, he would definitely help him. But now, he was alone and helpless. He knew that his parents did not dare to resist the Lord Voldemort. Maybe soon, he would be …
Ignoring Draco Malfoy's thoughts, after the Lord Voldemort finished speaking, no one in the lounge laughed.
There was no doubt that the Lord Voldemort's voice was filled with anger and contempt.
Carey Bubagy turned to face Snape for the third time. Tears gushed out of her eyes and flowed into her hair. She was silently begging.
Snape looked at her coldly. Slowly, she turned back again.
"Avada wants life."
A green light lit up every corner of the room. With a loud bang, Carey landed on the table, causing it to tremble and creak.
A few Death Eaters shrank into their chairs in shock. Draco slid from his seat to the floor. He was abruptly awakened from his own memories and was pulled into a crueler reality.
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