Harry was set down by Peter Pettigrew, and his wand was thrust back into his hand. He stood next to the tombstone, his legs still shaking. The Death Eaters moved closer, closely surrounding him and Voldemort
"Let us bow to each other, Harry," Voldemort said, bowing, but his snake face was always looking at Harry, "Come on, etiquette must be observed... Dumbledore must hope that you behave respectfully. Grace... Bow to death, Harry..."
The Death Eaters laughed again. Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled. Harry didn't bend, 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 ruthlessly pressing his back forward. The Death Eaters laughed even 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 held high, just like you did when your father died... "
"Now, we can start fighting - who?!" Voldemort suddenly raised his head, and his red eyes instantly looked to Harry's upper left side.
A heavy invisible pressure suddenly appeared in the center of the cemetery. All the air seemed to be sucked out in an instant, as if a big cover suddenly fell from the sky and covered the center of the cemetery.
Harry felt as if his lungs were being pinched, and his breathing became extremely difficult. He fell to his knees, gasping for air. The Death Eaters were also uncomfortable. Under the pressure of this pressure, everyone was forced to step back at least a dozen steps. A large space suddenly became vacant in the center of the cemetery, leaving only Voldemort and the kneeling Haha. Benefit two people.
"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded faintly.
A swirling vortex of color appeared silently, and then a figure slowly emerged from the vortex.
Although there is no shortage of means of transformation in the wizarding world, Voldemort was certain that this was definitely not Dumbledore. It was the face of a terrifyingly young boy, who could not be more than 15 years old at most. His platinum-blonde hair was flying back with the wind, his dark gray pupils were bright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was cynical. The smile, the indifferent expression as if nothing in the world is a concern——
Even in the recent years when Voldemort was on the run, he had heard of this name, especially after Peter Pettigrew found him, and he had often seen photos of this boy in major media and newspapers——
In particular, his name was discussed by him and the Death Eaters not long ago——
Sherlyn Malfoy.
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters. The fluctuation in the air just now made them almost have the strong desire to kneel down and beg for mercy, or turn around and run away, making them think that Dumbledore was coming. Now, the person who came out of the whirlpool was actually a boy who could not be more than fifteen years old. The huge contrast undoubtedly made them unable to react at all.
"Is it you?" Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly. He was not an ignorant person. None of the Death Eaters at the scene raised their wands to the visitor. This is obviously a very terrifying spiritual magic that can be invisible. In the process, the enemy's hostility and fighting spirit were disintegrated, and the Death Eater was frightened by the pressure just now. He quickly activated the magic power in his body. The temperature of the air suddenly dropped, and the atmosphere of terror and despair began to spread in the cemetery. .
"How brave! How dare you come here alone like this!" Voldemort said first, his eyes locked tightly on Xie Lin's figure, and he had already begun to make plans in his mind.
"Interesting..." When Xie Lin saw it was Voldemort, his first reaction was to be stunned——
Shouldn't I go see Mei? How did I break into this Death Eater convention?
As expected of Xie Lin, he regained his composure in just a moment. Although he was facing the notorious Lord Voldemort, and he was surrounded by ten murderous Death Eaters, he still had that indifferent smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if everything in front of him could not make him feel better at all. Don't care half a bit.
"It's so interesting... My Lord Dark Lord... It seems from your expression that you recognize me, which is strange," Xie Lin said with a smile, "I am a direct descendant of the Malfoy family. I am your most loyal subordinate - the biological son of Lucius Malfoy. When you suddenly saw me appearing, shouldn't your first sentence be to ask -"
"Why do I appear here? Where is my father Lucius?" Xie Lin's smile slowly faded, and his eyes began to shine as sharp as an eagle, "Can't I be assigned by my father? Come and take his place at this gathering dedicated to the Death Eater family?"
"Then -" Xie Lin's eyes darkened, "Why did I just say something when I first appeared on the stage, and before I did anything, I felt the deep love that everyone here has for me... What about hostility?”
Voldemort made a frown-like movement. As smart as he was, he didn't need too much nonsense. He obviously realized that something was wrong.
Seeing Voldemort's expression, Xie Lin couldn't guess what was going on.
"The noble and great Dark Lord..." Xie Lin turned his head and swept his surroundings like lightning. The Death Eaters standing around were swept away by his gaze, as if they had done something guilty, but they didn't Involuntarily taking a few steps back, Xie Lin raised the corners of his mouth again, "Now it seems that before I appeared, you were chatting with your dearest Death Eater family? Couldn't your topic be me?" Well, it should be, and I guess, your final conclusion is that the Malfoy family has betrayed or something, and I have become the biggest enemy of your Death Eaters besides Old Man Deng. Do you think I am right? ?”
Voldemort pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
"It seems that I should have guessed everything right," Xie Lin shook his head and said in a pretense of sadness: "I say, you really make me sad. We are all members of a pure-blood family. Even if there are any disputes over interests, in the end, We are all from the same class and circle, and my father and you are both the Dark Lord’s most trusted and capable subordinates, so why do you want to deal with me like this?”
"I think about it, and I don't understand how I provoked you, unless -" Xie Lin's eyes were fixed on one of the Death Eaters, "The one who wants to deal with me is another master behind you. ," Xie Lin smiled and said softly: "Great Lord Dark Lord, I am really curious, who mentioned my name to you first just now, um - let me guess, Selwyn? "
"Ser, Er, Wen!" Voldemort was furious.
"Master, please listen to my explanation... It's not like this... Master..." Selwyn hurriedly knelt down, crawling on the ground, and kept begging for mercy. His whole back was trembling, and it was obvious that he had something in his heart. How scared.
"I'm just surprised..." Voldemort said softly: "How could those dragon shadows... be so kind and send Potter here for me to complete my resurrection... It turns out... this is killing someone with a borrowed knife... …”
"The Shadow of the Demonic Dragon...is using me as a gun..."
"Hahaha..." Xie Lin seemed to have heard some funny joke and couldn't help laughing.
"Why are you laughing!" Voldemort tried hard to suppress the anger that was brewing in his body. He was still trying to control his reason. He had to figure out what was going on tonight, and he couldn't take action yet.
"Lord Dark Lord, you really made me laugh to death," Xie Lin patted his chest, as if it took a lot of effort to stop laughing, "Have you been away from England for too long...have you lost touch with the situation in the past few years? Don’t you know...don’t you know-"
Xie Lin's eyes gradually became cold, and there was a faint sense of war in his eyes. His lips trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Sir, times have changed -"
"How do you know that the Shadow of the Dragon is treating you as a spear user -" he paused before saying, "rather than treating me as a spear user?"
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