Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Here is the core area of ​​the Death Eaters, the residence of the leader, the Dark Lord Voldemort, the forbidden place that all British dark wizards dare not mention, Hardwick Manor!

"Owner"

In the dining room of the manor, a wizard wearing a black double-breasted robe without any other decorations sat on the main seat, enjoying his dinner slowly.

This person has an unhealthy bluish-gray skin, a snake nose, no hair, and a timeless selfishness and indifference in his eyes. Sensitive people can still feel a touch of madness.

His manner of eating was not rude, the knife and fork cooperated, gently cut open the bloodshot steak, cut it into sharp pieces, and gently put it into his mouth.

There was not the slightest noise in the whole process. If he didn't always omit the step of chewing and swallow directly, no one would be able to pick out the slightest fault from him.

"Owner"

That's right, the person sitting in the dining room enjoying dinner is none other than the one who plunged the entire British wizarding world into darkness and war, the dark lord Voldemort!

In the dining room, a masked Death Eater took off his hat, and walked cautiously into the dining room.

"Master Master"

At the dining table, Voldemort seemed unaware of the visitor's call, and gracefully waved the knife and fork in his hand without making any sound.

And the Death Eater who just came in, seeing this scene, just bowed and stood aside, not even daring to breathe.

Maybe it was a moment, maybe a year, this Death Eater has never felt that time is so difficult, beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed from the forehead under the mask, and merged into a stream of sweat, which wet the black skin on his body. robe.

"I remember you"

Finally, a somewhat hoarse voice pierced into the Death Eater's ears. The sensation of a reptile swimming across his neck made this not-so-old Death Eater shudder from the inside out. trembling!

Before the dining table, Voldemort placed the knife and fork neatly on the dinner plate, gently pushed the dinner plate aside, took off the napkin on the left hand side, and wiped his mouth without a trace of stain.

"You belong to the Lestrange family"

"Lord Rabastan, I am Rabastan"

Hearing Voldemort's words, Rabastan seemed to have been greatly encouraged. His whole body was excited and excited, and he completely lost his fearful posture just now.

"Oh, I know you are the youngest wizard in the Lestrange family"

For Rabastan's behavior, Voldemort has long been familiar with it. He rolled up the napkin in his hand and threw it on the head of the house elf who came to clean up the dinner plate.

The house-elf who lost his sight immediately trembled and didn't dare to move. I don't know how long it took until another house-elf tremblingly took off the napkin on his head, and the two elves relaxed. With a sigh of relief, he slumped on the ground, rejoicing for the rest of his life after the catastrophe

"I remember, the task I entrusted to you is to supervise Dumbledore's movements through the council"

Voldemort stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet, and walked in front without haste. Rabastan, who was only in his twenties, shuddered after hearing Voldemort's words, and hurriedly took two steps forward. , whispered:

"Report to Mr. Malfoy of the Master Council that there is new news!"

"Ok?"

Hearing Rabastan's words, Voldemort couldn't help but paused, frowning his brows which could hardly be seen, and asked without turning his head:

"Dumbledore, is there any action?"

"Yeah no no no no, I mean, not an action against us!"

Hearing the intermittent tone, a trace of disgust flashed in Voldemort's eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced back sideways.

"say clearly!"

Sensing Voldemort's impatience, Rabastan, who was originally nervous because he heard Dumbledore, became even more nervous. He looked at Voldemort pleadingly, tried to straighten his tongue, and said in fear:

"Dark Art is what defense class professors teach black art"

Finally, Voldemort, who didn't have much patience, was completely corrupted by this new Death Eater in front of him.

He pulled out his thirteen and one-half inches, yew wood, phoenix tail feather wand, and under Rabastan's pleading eyes, it shot a pale light.

"Legilitivism~"

The Dementia Curse, the Unforgivable Curse, a magic that can explore the inner memory of others!

For Voldemort, who is also a master of Legilimency, to use this magic, there is no need to use a magic wand as a casting tool!

Just by looking at each other, he can completely steal the secrets in the other party's mind!

However, in order to punish the disgusting young man in front of him, he still chose to cast spells with the help of a magic wand. Who let this young man interrupt his meal and report the information in a long-winded manner?

For Voldemort, this reason is more than enough!

"Avada eats a big melon!"

A dark green light flashed, and Rabastan's pleading eyes completely lost their spirits. Voldemort, who looked like nothing had happened, walked over the corpse lying in front of him, and walked towards the central hall.

In the corridor, a house-elf suddenly appeared, looked tremblingly at Voldemort's figure who had disappeared around the corner, snapped his fingers lightly, lifted the body up with magic, and walked towards the chaotic forest familiarly.

The chaotic forest is a dense forest with dense shrubs and grass. Under the shrubs and grass, there are countless corpses buried!

Some of them are Muggles who are used for fun, some are Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, some are Death Eaters like Rabastan, and some are the original owners of this manor.

Of course, no one knew who was buried here. For the Death Eaters who didn't communicate with each other on weekdays, no one would pay attention to one more person or one less person!

They were all buried here, and the rotting and smelly nourished the messy woods, forming a natural barrier that shrouded the manor in gloom.

"Dolohov, inform Abraxas Malfoy that he agree to the proposal to teach the Dark Arts at Hogwarts!

Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is going to help us cultivate new forces again!

Ha ha ha ha"

Chapter 513 Professor Gu Yi's small class starts again

"Run! Run!"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom where the Untraceable Stretching Curse was applied, Wang Xuebin waved his wand, urging loudly, and cast an Obstacle Curse in front of the students!

Thanks to Madam Pomfrey's rich trauma experience, Wang Xuebin can ignore the muscle strain caused by the students' strenuous exercise. Therefore, the scene in the classroom is very brutal, not at all like an elegant wizard. !

"Miss Evans, don't stop. Believe me, when you face an enemy you can't resist, your outstanding physical strength is definitely your last chance!"

With her waist in her arms, panting heavily, she walked staggeringly, with an unlovely expression on her face.

Those who knew it knew that this was Wang Xuebin taking Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but those who didn't know it probably thought it was the scene of a marathon.

"Concentrate and keep an eye on your enemies!

Putting the enemy out of your observation range is tantamount to giving your own safety to your enemy's control. Never pin your hope on the enemy's benevolence! "