Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Draco held two wands.

The wind and snow blurred the road in the distance, and also blurred his eyes.

He tucked his wand back to his waist, raised his father's wand, its breath lingered in his hand, and waved it lightly, almost like his own wand, catering to him as much as possible, but the texture No, this wand doesn't quite work Draco's magic.

The snowflakes trembled slightly, rolled up into a layer, and then fell silently, together with the snow falling all over the sky.

Draco turned and walked the opposite path from his father, but instead of going to Hogwarts, he wanted to go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink.

Malfoy Manor.

The snow is everywhere and no one cleans it.

The house-elf had already sold Narcissa Malfoy to maintain decent expenses, so the only way to cut back was the inner expenses.

Narcissa has never been so wronged.

When he was in the Black family, he was the apple of the eye. After coming to the Malfoy family, Lucius was also a qualified husband, and he would never treat himself badly in life. But fate, there will always be jokes inadvertently, bringing people unexpected surprises or surprises.

She thought that after her husband entered Azkaban, his life fell into a trough.

but.

There is no limit to the trough of life. When you think you have fallen to the bottom, you can actually fall further.

The husband returned from Azkaban, and more tragic and unfortunate days came.

A group of Death Eaters moved in, and they took the Malfoy mansion as their residence, and Lucius became their vent bucket, the most excluded and bullied object among the Death Eaters, even with her, and became A maid for these Death Eaters.

Wash robes, cook, even mop the floor and clean the room by yourself.

Narcissa stood on the balcony, looked at the messy yard, and sighed.

A puff of white mist did not dissipate, there was a crackle, and the man in black fell to the ground.

"Quick! Block it!" Bellatrix raised her wand, spraying out a jet of black magic power, hitting the sky above the center of the courtyard, "Don't let Potter and the others track it down!"

A group of Death Eaters drew their wands, aimed at the dome, and cast the same spell as Bellatrix.

The pitch-black sky spread.

Complicated spells and restrictions spread out.

Narcissa looked at them in surprise, she had never seen this group of Death Eaters so flustered, and among this group of flustered Death Eaters, there was a guard with a pale face who could faintly see some greenery. handsome man.

I have never seen him.

Among the Death Eaters, apart from Snape and her husband, who could be regarded as handsome men, no one else could catch their eyes.

If there was someone so handsome, even more handsome than Lucius, it was impossible for me not to have the slightest impression of him.

New Death Eaters?

It looks so good, what a pity.

oh.

Also hurt a little.

These damned Death Eaters, such a good-looking person, let him suffer such serious injuries, these Death Eaters are really too much.

She watched quietly, without saying a word.

The sky completely enveloped the Malfoy mansion, and it fell into a dark silence. Someone cast a spell, and hung oil lamps on nearby branches, and dim light came in to illuminate the courtyard.

"Master, are you alright, master?" Bellatrix let go of her wand, turned around and trotted, and went up to him, frowning tightly, kneeling beside the man.

Owner!

Narcissa was startled.

The only person who could make his sister so humble and respectful by this title was the Dark Lord.

Can.

The Dark Lord in my impression is not so good-looking, is this really the same person?

"Don't show me such pity." Voldemort waved his wand, the strong wind swept over, pushed the woman lying under him away, and knocked out Cruciatus, "I don't need it, just It's just a temporary failure, don't be like this, okay?"

Bellatrix twisted on the ground, panting loudly, and replied in a low voice: "Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't be like this."

"Really?" Voldemort's eyes were cold, and he took a deep look at her, no matter how she wailed, he did not cut off his magic output, "Looking at your eyes, you don't seem to be like this."

Bellatrix seemed to want to resist the Cruciatus Curse, knelt down again, and expressed her sincerest apology to her master.

"Is this the Malfoy family's mansion?" Voldemort looked up, his eyes reminiscent, "Has Lucius returned?"

"Not yet." A Death Eater beside him replied cautiously and fearfully.

"Not yet?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, his tone dissatisfied, "He hasn't done what I told him to do before my resurrection?"

He flicked his wrist.

The Cruciatus Curse increases the magic power and becomes more ferocious.

And in the same way, Bellatrix struggled on the ground more painfully, her facial features were distorted, but she couldn't feel any aura of being tortured from her body, remorse—this was for her behavior just now, joy, face Stained with a blush, the robe was suspected to be wet with something called sweat.

The more severe the torture, the more joyful it was for her.

"Master, master," Bellatrix called.

Voldemort coughed twice, bringing out a blood stain from his mouth, which was green in color. He drew his wand back and pointed it at himself.

The spell was cast to stop the flow of blood.

The basilisk's venom erodes his newly resurrected body. This is a deadly poison. Even he can only temporarily relieve the onset of the venom's toxicity.

"I remember I had a servant who was good at potions." Voldemort stretched out his hand, and the Death Eaters supported him. "What about the others now?"

Bellatrix struggled to get up, and she replied respectfully, humblely and with a trembling voice: "My dear master, your godson thinks he is untrustworthy, and has never contacted him."

"Unbelievable?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"Your godson said it." Bellatrix lowered her head and kissed the vamp, "He said that Severus has been unable to be contacted, so Severus is unreliable."

"But Lucius said that Severus had dueled with that Potter in order to avenge you, and was cut off by Potter."

These few words provoked Voldemort's inner emotions.

Same experience as myself.

"Potter has many chances to kill Severus." Voldemort was supported and walked forward, maintaining that calm tone, "Why not?"

"Potter doesn't hesitate like Dumbledore."

Bellatrix replied: "Master, your godson said that Severus was using the quarrel with his father as an excuse to find a way to deal with Potter. The conflict was irreconcilable in the third grade. They A duel, except that Severus was not Harry's opponent, was defeated and had his arm cut off."