Chapter 1 The Youngest Death Eater

at dusk,

The dim light slanted down and fell on the ground. This ancient manor was as silent as a tomb.

The crystal glass of the carved window wood reflects the remaining sunlight, falling in the study, with scattered shadows, making it unreal.

However, if you look closely, you will find that there are two people in the room... a man and a woman.

And intermittent... whimpering.

The man stood in front of the bookshelf, the tall closet was full of exquisite magic books, and the huge shadow it cast shrouded half of his body.

The other half of the body fell into the brilliance, and the pale bald head was shining brightly.

Over time, the brilliance slowly shifted.

The alternation of light and dark, there is not a trace of warmth in the room, and behind the man, there is a woman's choking, making him look like... a devil!

"Narcissa, I can't pretend that I'm not angry."

The man spoke up.

"I gave credit and gave your husband Lucius a year, but what did he give me?"

The Dark Lord narrowed his red eyes and said indifferently:

"He got caught himself, and with so many people, the prophecy didn't get it back.

It also forced me to declare war... The timing was too hasty, not what I wanted!

understand? ! "

"Please, master, please forgive us." Narcissa sobbed, her pale face full of pleading.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'll forgive you." Voldemort looked at Narcissa.

"You are the daughter of Signus Black and Druela Rozier.

Both of them were Slytherins back then, and they were also my classmates.

Although they are not part of the Death Eaters themselves, they agree with me on some points. "

Voldemort shook his cloak and walked slowly to Narcissa.

"And your sister Bella, who is my most trusted servant, although she is nowhere to be found, she has probably been killed by Stark..."

The Dark Lord looked at this woman who was five-point similar to Bella, even pampered and well-maintained, and whispered:

"Because of these people, after your husband Lucius was put in prison, I will also take care of you for him, and I will forgive you."

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief and covered her face with her hands again, like a tearless sob.

But Voldemort changed his words and suddenly asked:

"Have you been in contact lately with that sister Andromeda, and cousin Sirius Black?"

"No master, since your resurrection, I haven't seen them again!" Narcissa burst into tears again.

"It doesn't matter, Sirius is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort hissed.

"Your sister's daughter—that's Tonks, is also very close to Stark.

Getting closer to them is also good for your family, so let's leave a way out, isn't it? "

Narcissa trembled, and immediately swore:

"If I see them, I will kill them with my own hands! I won't have any connection with them!"

"Look, Narcissa, of course I believe you.

' Voldemort paced slowly.

"But because of the two of them, there are many Death Eaters who think that your family's position...is not firm enough!"

"That's why your husband was arrested because he didn't work hard for me."

Voldemort walked to the window and looked through the curtains towards Nuoda's manor.

"Many people even believe that he was Dumbledore's spy, which led to this Ministry of Magic operation, and the news leaked ahead of time."

"Lucius...not really." Narcissa shuddered and stuttered as she explained:

"He has always been loyal to you, and I swear, we are willing to do anything for you!"

"So, Narcissa, what can you do for me now?"

Voldemort slammed the curtains shut, turned to face Narcissa, and said with interest, "Let me hear it."

Narcissa knelt on the ground, her hands crossed on her knees also began to pale and tremble. She didn't dare to look up, her eyes fixed on the pair of bare feet not far away.

Resisting the humiliation and nausea, she slowly crawled over, kissed the feet, and cried:

"I can join the Death Eaters and perform missions for Lucius!"

Lucius was a Death Eater, but his wife, Narcissa, was not, and she never joined.

Voldemort sneered and sat down in the armchair. He leaned closer to Narcissa's ear and said slowly:

"No, I don't need you! Are there no other men in the Malfoy family besides your husband?!"

Narcissa collapsed to the ground, she already knew what the Dark Lord wanted.

"Why, don't want to?" The Dark Lord's voice had become cold.

"But Draco is only sixteen...he...he's my only son, Master!"

"It's not too young, at the age of sixteen, I have killed a lot of people;

Your sister, Bella, is also willing to sacrifice herself for me. "

Voldemort leaned back on the chair, two pale hands resting lazily on the armrests of the chair, smilingly looking at Narcissa's pear blossom and rainy face.

"I think... with Lucius in jail, your son Draco should take on the glory of the Malfoy family for his father."

Narcissa seemed to be doused with cold water. She knew that the Dark Lord was punishing and wanted to punish her husband.

But it was cruel... Draco was her only son... Anything, let her do anything.

Only the son... can't do it!

Voldemort smiled cruelly.

He likes to punish servants like this the most, depriving the other party of the things he loves. It's far more comfortable than a "cut to the bone".

"How is it, Draco?" The Dark Lord suddenly turned his head and said with a smile:

"Would you like to be the youngest Death Eater and work for me, you should be proud."

Narcissa was shocked. She didn't expect her son to hide in the room the whole time.

Are you worried that you were called in by the Dark Lord, so you followed me secretly? !

The invisibility cloak was pulled away, and it was a thin figure standing in the corner. Under the pale golden hair, there was a pale, slender, fuzzy face.

Draco's lips were trembling, his whole body was shaking, and he didn't dare to approach the Dark Lord or look at him.

"Draco, I'll give you the Dark Mark and make you a Death Eater."

Voldemort said nonchalantly, "But accordingly, I'll give you a task."

Narcissa's knee on the icy stone felt bitingly cold.

The coldness rose along her body, and a sudden sense of fear hit her.

Sure enough, the Dark Lord said word by word:

"Kill Dumbledore and Stark for me."

Narcissa wept bitterly, staring desperately at the Dark Lord.

She originally thought that the Dark Lord's punishment would involve Draco at most in the mission, but she didn't expect him to go directly...die!

Even crueler than death.

Because death is only a momentary thing, but the Dark Lord wants Draco to retain a glimmer of hope, and finally die in the impossible... despair.

"If you succeed." Voldemort walked over to Draco, grabbed his left hand, and hissed:

"You'll be honored above everyone else... I'm waiting for you."

Draco didn't hear the Dark Lord, he couldn't even think because he only felt a sharp pain in his left arm.

The wand slashed into Draco's hand like a knife, and he felt like he was on fire.

"Ahhhh!"

The manor, which was originally like a tomb, suddenly heard a piercing scream.

The peacock that Lucius carefully kept in the yard was also scared and fled.

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