HP: Embrace the Darkness

The air on the first day of resurrection was exceptionally fresh.

Voldemort paid attention to ostentation, and the first thing he did after his resurrection was to care about his own food, clothing, housing and transportation.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the people under his command have been street rats in recent years. They have been living in an ignoble existence. Each one has worse housing than the last. He picked and picked, and finally he was half-threatened and half-forced to move into the only place he thought he had seen. of Malfoy Manor.

Lucius did not dare to disobey Voldemort's orders, so he gritted his teeth and endured Voldemort's arrival.

He vacated the most luxurious room in Malfoy Manor and made it Voldemort's bedroom. The room next to it was changed into a meeting place at Voldemort's request.

A huge solid wood table was placed in the middle. The chair at the head was the most luxurious and slightly taller than the other chairs. There were more than a dozen seats lined up on both sides of the table.

The first meeting everyone held was aimed at Asseth.

In the room, Voldemort sat high up, scanning everyone below him with sharp eyes.

After everyone finished reporting the news they knew about Artes, Voldemort's gloomy gaze fell on Lucius, who appeared most frequently in the report.

"Lucius, what do you want to say, Draco Malfoy's brother? A personal invitation?"

Lucius's hands under the table were sweating and clenched nervously, but his face remained calm.

"Master, I can explain."

"I didn't know about Draco recognizing his godfather and godmother at the beginning. It was Cavendish who secretly instigated Draco to kill him first and confess later, and he recognized his godfather and godmother without consulting me."

Draco recognized that there were not many people present who were his godfather and godmother. Apart from the two families, there was only one witness, Snape. Artes had promised that Snape would not mention this matter again, so what Lucius said was irrelevant. Not guilty.

"Master, Draco has been spoiled by us and has trouble distinguishing right from wrong. I will make it clear to him when I come back this time and let him cut off these messy relationships."

Voldemort remained silent, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

"Owner……"

"What about invitations? You can't just send out those invitations without consulting you, right?"

Voldemort seemed to find his statement a bit funny, and laughed to himself.

The sinister laughter tormented everyone.

Lucius pinched his hand hard, stabilized his mind and continued to explain:

"Those invitations... were because I felt that he had bad intentions in approaching Draco, so I repeatedly tested him."

"Now it seems that he not only wants to use Malfoy's momentum to gain a foothold, but also wants to..."

He grasped the measure and did not say anything further, but his eyes clearly fell on Voldemort, implying that Artes wanted to use this to drive a wedge between their master and servant.

Voldemort didn't know what he thought of and suddenly smiled.

"Cavendish took away Harry Potter in front of me, touched so many of my people, and singled out my friends. How could I let him go?"

He glanced at Lucius, "Don't say anything about asking Draco to sever ties with him. I remember Draco should be as old as Harry Potter now?"

Lucius lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Yes, Master."

"Let him stay with that Cavendish. When he comes back from vacation, you can pry out everything he knows. Oh no, you can just bring him to see me. Speaking of which, I haven't met Abu's grandson yet."

No matter what Voldemort said, Lucius lowered his eyes and agreed.

As for the future, no one knows.

As Ass' matter came to an end, Voldemort clicked on a woman sitting at the end.

"I remember you, your husband is an elf, and you have a strange daughter, right?"

Lovelace stood up, her slender body wrapped in a loose black robe.

When he raised his eyes, his eyes met Voldemort's.

She lowered her head neither humble nor haughty, "Yes."

"Come, come here."

Voldemort's sticky, snake-like eyes were staring at Lovelace, no different from Nagini beside him, even more unbearable.

Lovelace walked calmly to Voldemort.

"You don't need me to tell you how to do it, or should I let Lucius teach you?"

Lovelace did not ask for Lucius's instruction. He knelt down and picked up the black robe at the feet of Voldemort with a slight unfamiliarity. He humbly leaned down and kissed him.

"Owner."

"Well, raise your head."

Voldemort humiliatedly lifted Lovelace's chin with his wand and stared into her eyes.

"You were the first person to come and surrender to me after the news of my return spread, but why? Mrs. Lovelace."

A look of disgust appeared on Lovelace's face.

Voldemort watched with interest as the disgust on her face showed no sign of feigning.

"Didn't you break up with the family for your husband? Didn't you fight against all pure-blood families for your daughter? Then tell me now, what are you doing? What is the purpose?"

Lovelace's expression remained unchanged, "I want to live forever, I don't want to die."

In a simple sentence, Voldemort imagined a woman who, in order to live forever, broke with her family, cheated on her marriage, used her daughter, and became his enemy, but in the end she fell at his feet for the same reason.

He threw his head up to the sky and laughed, his harsh laughter scratching little thorns on everyone's arms.

Eternal life, he did.

Only he did it.

Under everyone's frightened eyes, Voldemort slowly put away his smile, pretended to be generous and waved his hand, motioning for Lovelace to go back and sit down.

"So what happened to your daughter?"

"That man discovered my purpose, but he was already attracted to me at that time and couldn't bear my thinking about eternal life every day, so he deliberately used secret techniques to keep his daughter's appearance, making me mistakenly think that his elf's secret techniques were used to dispel My delusion is to stay with him."

Lovelace said, clenching his teeth angrily, his delicate eyebrows twisted into a ball, the resentment and hostility ruining his beautiful appearance.

"He harmed me! I was just one step away from getting eternal life, but everything was ruined by that man! Bitch!"

The woman's stern and resentful curses revealed a stubborn madness, as if she wanted to eat her flesh and peel off her skin.

Everyone looked at her with a little more fear, especially Lucius.

He knew very well what Voldemort could do for eternal life, and now this woman seemed to be no better than Voldemort who split his soul.

Voldemort watched Lovelace go crazy indifferently, seizing the moment when Lovelace was defenseless, and used Legilimency on her.

Catching the obsession in the woman's mind that was no less than his own, he smiled.

"And you."

Lovelace's malicious eyes came to Lucius and the others.

"You all want to rob me of eternal life. If you don't have a good death, you all deserve to die!"