v4 Chapter 107： scar

Wormtail lowered his head and dragged Lucius Malfoy away. Lucius' heavy body left a long trail on the lawn, and some yellowish liquid that smelled badly.

Voldemort looked at Lucius who was being dragged away, and felt bored. The joy disappeared with a snap, and the pain in his arm swept over him, drowning him.

He flicked his robes and hurriedly left. He needs a little time to think about his next countermeasures, and take a good look at the state of his Horcrux.

Seeing that her husband was in a state of embarrassment, but he was out of danger, Narcissa slumped on the ground. Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, and large drops of tears slipped across her cheeks and fell on the ground.

Barty Crouch Jr. and Snape fell silent at the same time, watching Narcissa cry quietly.

She cried for a while, and then gradually regained her calm.

When she looked up and looked at the messy garden of her own house, she only felt that her world was dark. I was precarious, my husband was brutally murdered, my son was forced to perform difficult tasks, and even a group of lunatics broke into my own home...

Damn! How did the beautiful life of my own become like this! Narcissa's expression became a little bit resentful. She didn't understand why her family was treated like this. It was clear that their family was a pure-blooded family, and they were extremely loyal to the mysterious person...

At this time, Snape walked up to her and handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. She then remembered that there were two of the mysterious man's most loyal subordinates, and she hurriedly restrained her resentment, using Snape's handkerchief wiped his tears.

The handkerchief is very soft, with a scent of lilies.

After drying her tears and adjusting her emotions, Narcissa cast a grateful look at the two men who helped out. She stood up and gave Snape and Barty a grand salute.

"Thank you very much for your help."

"Where," Little Barty waved his hand and said to Narcissa: "I believe that Lucius is still loyal to his master, but he just made a mistake, and he will atone for his sins. If he is executed directly, the punishment will be too heavy. already."

Little Crouch's words seemed to have the opposite effect, and Narcissa trembled even more.

Atonement? What else do they need to do? They even gave away their house! After Voldemort regarded this place as his old nest, Galleon poured it out like running water. Narcissa felt that if this confrontation continued, sooner or later the Malfoys would become the virtues of the Weasleys.

Snape stood aside, his face still gloomy, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

He knew that Dumbledore prepared a large batch of compound decoctions, which would be very interesting. Dumbledore let himself make so many compound decoctions, it can't be to exercise his potion proficiency, right? There is no such rule in the wizarding world as to unlock the automatic crafting of potions ten times by hand.

So it can only be someone who needs to take compound decoction for a long time.

And combined with the situation of Voldemort's comeback, Snape can conclude that Dumbledore has infiltrated the inside of the Death Eaters.

He has been speculating on the identity of the Twilight Ghost these days, and now he gradually has a guess in his heart.

Voldemort, who had given up torturing Lucius, was pacing the drawing room at Malfoy Manor.

"Diary, crown, gold cup, ring, locket..." Voldemort was counting his Horcruxes with his fingers. Due to too many splits and too long a time, Voldemort could not sense the state of these Horcruxes at all, even if they were destroyed Voldemort would not know.

The only thing that can still feel a little bit, I am afraid it is only the Horcrux made in Azkaban.

But suddenly, Voldemort felt a tingling in his brain. Now he understood that his Horcrux left in Azkaban had also been destroyed.

A surge of resentment came over Voldemort's heart. No matter how much you dislike it, it is still your own Horcrux! Is it true that the soul can be divided infinitely? There is also an upper limit to the number of Horcruxes that Voldemort can make - the number he initially set for himself is seven, and the plan has been set, and it cannot be temporarily changed.

When Voldemort was depressed, a flower suddenly appeared in front of him. He seemed to be in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, surrounded by a red-haired boy talking to him.

Just when Voldemort wanted to seriously observe the scene in front of him, the scene in his eyes changed back to Malfoy Manor.

"It's interesting." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, he noticed something through the abnormality just now, a very interesting thing.

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"Harry, are you alright?" Ron looked at his friend with concern. His condition seemed a little wrong today. The scar on his forehead hurts repeatedly today for unknown reasons.

This frightened Ron.

"I, I can still bear it..." Harry took two heavy breaths, and a few drops of cold sweat emerged from his forehead.

This year, the scar on his forehead has been very active, and it has been in pain since the summer vacation, which made him see a lot of bad scenes. He shared his findings with people he trusted, but got little feedback. Dumbledore and Tom seemed to know a lot, but they preferred to be riddlemen. As for Ron, he could help with everything but help.

This time, out of some awkward thoughts, Harry didn't share what he saw with his good friend Ron. He felt that at some point, he could feel Voldemort's heart, and he could feel the anger in his heart In a phrase Harry hated so much, he seemed to have become Voldemort.

[Maybe I should send a letter to Sirius? 】

As soon as this idea came up, he was smothered. Sirius personally told him not to consider contacting him this year.

[I can't do anything. 】

Harry felt a slump. A surge of anger came over him, against Ron, against Tom, and against Sirius and even Dumbledore...

"Shall we go to Dumbledore after dinner?" Ron said cautiously beside him, "He looks in a good mood today."

Ron quietly pointed to Dumbledore in the middle of the instructor's chair. Harry looked over and saw that Dumbledore was enjoying his lunch.

Today, Dumbledore looked in a good mood. He had a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes on his plate, poured a thick broth on it, and a rib-eye steak that looked like a pound. In addition to this, he poured himself a large glass of French red wine.

Dumbledore not only takes a lot, but also eats deliciously. He was quickly cutting the steak with a knife and fork, and then sent the tender red beef into his mouth. Just looking at his expression made people feel better.

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