Hogwarts: The Founder Reborn

Looking at her daughter kneeling in front of Voldemort, Narcissa had mixed feelings, she opened and closed her lips, but never made any sound, she squeezed Draco's hand more and more tightly, letting her tears fall.

She wanted to call Helga back, she didn't want Helga to be the victim that Malfoy had given to the Dark Lord.

Her daughter, it was the most sudden when she came into this world. She was not expected by their husband and wife from the beginning. It was a precarious period. An almost endless war.

Her emotions affected her own child. Helga was born prematurely, and her body was so weak that she was critically ill. However, her vitality was so tenacious that Narcissa felt uncontrollable guilt and remorse.

In fact, Narcissa is very clear that this is the biggest punishment the Dark Lord has given to herself and Lucius. She personally chooses one of the two children to be a victim. Whether it is Helga or Draco, it is Voldemort who chooses to treat Marl. Fujia's punishment, he will definitely give this child an almost impossible task, and even endanger that child's life.

Lucius was still in a coma, and the decision of which child to die was up to Narcissa herself. This was the most terrible torture for her.

if, just if...

If Helga doesn't come out by herself, who will Narcissa choose to sacrifice?

Narcissa herself couldn't explain clearly, no matter which one, to her, it was digging out her flesh and blood, breaking her veins, because she sent her child out with her own hands as a sacrifice to please the Dark Lord , with the sacrifice of a child in exchange for the temporary safety of the Malfoy family.

When Helga opened her fingers and chose to be the sacrifice, Narcissa felt a very small voice in her heart saying to herself: "Look, you don't have to make that cruel choice It's..."

This is almost whipping Narcissa's heart, excruciating pain, suffocation, despair...

She tried her best to open her eyes, firmly grasping the struggling Draco, watching Helga roll up the sleeve of her left hand, exposing her fair skin to the cold air, she even shivered instinctively.

But Narcissa dared not make any sound.

She watched as Voldemort stretched out a hand to hold Helga's wrist, and even stroked Helga's forearm with his thin fingers. It was a pure white arm, originally clean and pure white.

The tip of Voldemort's wand fell on the pure white, and Narcissa almost screamed, she wanted to rush up desperately, she wanted to snatch the wand from the Dark Lord's hand, and she wanted to pull Helga away from here.

But she couldn't do anything, her feet couldn't move, as if they were filled with lead, she couldn't move no matter what.

Helga didn't make any sound. She just stared at her forearm with frowning eyebrows, bit her lower lip, and even though cold sweat covered her forehead, she gritted her teeth and refused to let out a moan.

This aroused Voldemort's interest instead. He stared at Helga's pale forehead and the slightly trembling eyelashes on her drooping eyes. .

Voldemort would not believe Helga's words so easily, even if he saw those memories deep in Helga, he might think that Helga had ambitions and desires, but such ambitions and desires were not necessarily for him. loyalty.

This girl is not necessarily loyal to her.

Voldemort slowly carved his Dark Mark, he deliberately slowed down the speed, and even increased the pain.

However, he never heard a groan of pain from the girl's mouth.

This made Voldemort's eyes show a hint of appreciation.

Some other Death Eaters who had experienced the Dark Mark felt Voldemort's torture, too slowly...

Bellatrix couldn't help but look up at her sister. Narcissa might not know how the Dark Mark was marked, but she also knew that it was a very painful thing. Lucius and her As I said before, it is a kind of torture, as if a knife was drawn on your body one by one.

Narcissa didn't know what the speed of the others was, she thought it was, but she soon caught Bellatrix's gaze, and her breath caught.

what does that mean?

Narcissa felt a sense of absurdity, the Dark Lord treated his daughter's Dark Mark differently this time, he actually...

The boundless anger almost burned her heart, she lowered her head, and bit her tongue fiercely, the bloody smell filled her mouth.

Resentment, boundless resentment...

Anger, unparalleled anger...

And killing intent...

Narcissa wants Voldemort dead!

He deserves to die!

How could he not die!

After seeing the end of the long torture, Helga couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. She stood up, a little staggered, but she still tried to show a smile, and tried to show herself a proud expression.

She even looked at Draco defiantly.

Draco's face was pale, he couldn't say anything, he felt the trembling of his mother's body, felt the coldness of Narcissa's hands, and he also felt the exhaustion behind Helga's expression...

Voldemort put one hand on Helga's shoulder, and looked at the others with a smile. The Death Eaters who knew how cruelly Voldemort had tortured this girl did not dare to look at Voldemort. They bent over, He lowered his head, trying to lighten his presence.

Voldemort's fingers gently stroked Helga's sweaty cheeks, seeing the girl's fearful but still trying to maintain calm, it was a little funny that Helga's performance.

Still a young kid.

He said reservedly: "My child, good boy, I give you this honor, and you have to accomplish a very important thing for me to show your loyalty to me, don't you?"

Helga looked as excited as a naive little girl getting her idol's approval.

Voldemort said slowly: "I need you to help me do one thing, a great thing, for our future, as long as you do it, then not only what you want, but I can also give you more honorable things." future."

He enjoyed the girl's awe-inspiring gaze, looking at her eyes full of desire and longing from her calm expression.

"Help me kill Dumbledore, my good girl."

Draco looked up suddenly.

【What?Who did you kill?Dumbledore?Which Dumbledore?Is it little Dumbledore?still……】

In fact, Draco already understood very well in his heart that there might be only one Dumbledore who made Voldemort hate him to death.

but……

There seemed to be some panic in Helga's eyes.

Voldemort said, "Albus Dumbledore."