v4 Chapter 189： Who is the gunman

Latest URL: Harry was put down by Peter Pettigrew, and his wand was tucked back into his hand. He was standing next to the tombstone, his legs still shaking. The Death Eaters moved closer, and surrounded him and Voldemort closely.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," Voldemort said and leaned back, but his snake face kept looking at Harry. "Come on, etiquette is to be observed... Dumbledore must hope you behave with grace. ...Bow to death, Harry..."

The Death Eaters laughed again. Voldemort's lipsless mouth smiled. Harry didn't bend over, he wouldn't let Voldemort play with him before killing him...he wouldn't let him succeed...

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand-Harry felt his spine bend, as if an invisible hand was pressing his back mercilessly. The Death Eaters laughed harder.

"Very well—" Voldemort said softly, raising his wand, and the pressure on Harry's back disappeared. "Now you look at me, like a man... with your head high, just like when your father died..."

"Now, we can start to decide—who?!" Voldemort raised his head suddenly, his red eyes looked towards Harry's upper left in an instant.

A heavy invisible pressure suddenly appeared in the center of the cemetery, and all the air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, as if a big cover suddenly fell from the sky to cover the center of the cemetery.

Harry only felt that his lungs were being pinched, and his breathing became very blocked. He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. The Death Eaters were also uncomfortable. Under the oppression of this coercion, everyone was forced to step back at least a dozen steps. A large empty space was suddenly opened in the center of the cemetery, leaving only Voldemort and the kneeling Ha Li two people.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's cold voice faintly sounded.

A swirling color vortex appeared silently, and then a figure slowly emerged from the vortex.

Although there is no lack of means of transformation in the wizarding world, Voldemort can be sure that this is definitely not Dumbledore. It was a terribly young face of a teenager, no more than 15 years old at most, with platinum-gold hair flying backwards in the wind, a pair of dark gray pupils with piercing eyes, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth, that cynical. Smile, that indifferent expression as if everything in the world would not be on the heart—

Even in the last few years when Voldemort was unable to escape, I have heard of this name, especially after Peter Pettigrew retrieved him, and he has often seen pictures of this boy in major media and newspapers—

Especially, his name was only brought up and discussed by him and the Death Eaters not long ago—

Sherin Malfoy.

There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and the fluctuation in the air just now made them knelt down and begged for mercy, or turned around and fled, making them think it was Dumbledore. Now, the person who came out of the whirlpool was actually a teenager who would never be more than fifteen years old, and the huge contrast undoubtedly made them completely unable to react.

"It's you?" Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly. He was not a ignorant person. None of the Death Eaters at the scene raised their wand to the incoming person. This is obviously a terrifying spiritual magic that can be invisible. In the process, the enemy’s hostility and fighting intent were disintegrated, and the Death Eater was stunned by the pressure just now. He quickly aroused the magic power in his body. The temperature of the air dropped suddenly, and the atmosphere of horror and despair began to spread in the cemetery. .

"Good guts! How dare you come here alone like this!" Voldemort spoke first, his eyes locked tightly to Schelling's figure, and his heart had already begun to calculate.

"Interesting..." Schelling saw that it was Voldemort, his first reaction was stunned—

Shouldn't I go to see Mei? Why did I break into this Death Eater convention?

As expected to be Schelling, he recovered his calm in just an instant. Although he was facing the fierce Voldemort, surrounded by ten Death Eaters who killed people without blinking, there was still that indifferent smile on the corners of his mouth, as if everything in front of him could not make him feel at all. Care about half a minute.

"It's really interesting... My Dark Lord... From your expression, you recognize me, that's weird," Schelling said with a grin. "I'm a direct descendant of the Malfoy family. It's you. The most loyal subordinate-Lucius Malfoy's biological son, you suddenly see me appear, shouldn't the first sentence be to ask—"

"Why am I here? Where is my father Lucius?" Schelling's smile slowly faded, and his eyes began to bloom like a sharp eagle. "Can't I be appointed by my father," Come and replace him at this gathering dedicated to the big family of Death Eaters?"

"So—" Xie Lin's gaze sank, "Why did I just say anything when I first appeared on the stage, and I felt the deep... ?"

Voldemort made a frown-like movement, as shrewd as him, he didn't need too much nonsense, he obviously realized that something was wrong.

Seeing Voldemort's expression, Schelling couldn't guess what was going on.

"Honorable and great Dark Lord..." Xie Lin turned his head, his gaze swept around like electricity, and the Death Eaters standing around were swept away by his gaze, as if they had done something with a guilty conscience. The forbidden area stepped back a few steps, and the corners of Schelling's mouth raised again, "It seems that before I appeared, you were chatting with your dearest Death Eaters family? Isn't it me your topic? Huh? , It should be, and then I guess, your final conclusion is probably that the Malfoy family has betrayed and so on, and I have become your Death Eaters' worst enemy other than Old Man Deng, did you say I was right? "

Voldemort pressed his mouth tightly and said nothing.

"It seems that I should have guessed everything right," Xie Lin shook his head, pretending to be sad, "I said, you really make me sad. We are all members of a pure-blood family. Even if there is any conflict of interests, in the final analysis We are all people of the same class and in the same circle. My father and you are still the most trusted and powerful subordinates of the Dark Lord. Are you going to deal with me like this?"

"I think about it, but I don't understand where I provoke you, unless—" Schelling fixed his gaze on one of the Death Eaters. "It is the other master behind you who wants to deal with me. Xie Lin smiled and whispered: "Great Lord Dark Lord, I'm really curious, who was the first to mention my name to you just now, eh-let me guess, Selwyn?"

"Sey, Er, Win!" Voldemort was furious.

"Master, listen to my explanation... it's not like this... Master..." Selwyn knelt down hurriedly, prostrate himself on the ground, begging for mercy, his entire back was trembling, it was obvious how scared he was in his heart.

"I'm just surprised..." Voldemort said softly: "That group of dragon shadows...how could they be so kind, UU Reading sent Potter here for me to complete my resurrection...it turns out...this It was borrowing the knife to kill..."

"The Shadow of the Devil Dragon... This is using me as a gun..."

"Hahaha..." Xie Lin couldn't help laughing as if he heard some funny joke.

"What are you laughing at!" Voldemort tried hard to suppress the irritation in his body. He was still trying to control his sanity. He had to figure out what was going on tonight, and he could not take action yet.

"My lord Dark Lord, you really laughed at me," Xie Lin patted his chest, as if it took a lot of hard work to stop the laughter, "Did you leave the UK for too long...have been out of touch with the situation in the past few years? …You don’t know yet—"

Xie Lin's eyes gradually became indifferent, and warfare faintly ignited in the depths of his eyes, his lips trembling lightly, and he said in a low voice: "My lord, the times have changed—"

"How do you know that the Shadow of the Devil Dragon is using you as a spearman—" He paused before saying, "Not using me as a spearman?"

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