HP: Embrace the Darkness

Lucius and Snape followed Voldemort's wand and looked at the gurgling blood on the ground, and both fell silent.

Does this really tell what it is?

Voldemort suddenly realized, "Oh, I almost forgot, there is the most important step."

As he spoke, he pointed his wand at the ground.

A black light shot out from the wand and fell on the blood.

The red and black blood began to boil and bubble, and then seemed to be sucked away by something, revealing the lines engraved on the ground.

"Can you see clearly now?"

When Voldemort spoke, the wand that had killed countless people pointed at the two of them menacingly.

Lucius and Snape resisted the urge to step back and examine the lines carefully.

This should be a magic circle that few people in the magic world have touched. The grooves are flashing with red light, and the patterns are flying and phoenixes. Each stroke unexpectedly lands in a position that the viewer does not expect, forming patterns one after another, with connections between them. A kind of graffiti that looks like words, seems to be some kind of ancient and mysterious magic spell.

Snape had read many ancient books on the wizarding world, but still had no clue.

He glanced at Lucius quietly.

Seeing a clear stupidity in Lucius's eyes, which looked even more dazed than him, he immediately gave up hope and continued to torture his head.

Voldemort transformed into a chair with great interest, and sat on it to watch the two of them miserable.

"Tick-tock-tick-tock"

The injured man in the cell couldn't stop bleeding from his wound, and bright red blood droplets pooled into the grooves on the ground.

This sound became the only sound in the dungeon.

There was a steady stream of blood dripping and flowing along the grooves, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was choking.

Snape seemed to know what it was.

But he still doesn't know what the specific purpose of this magic circle is?

"Severus? You seem to have an idea?"

Voldemort looked at Snape with the same admiration as he did more than ten years ago, and his crazy and bloodthirsty eyes had some human emotion after so many years.

Perhaps because of the thin air in the dungeon, Snape was in a daze under such a gaze and did not immediately answer Voldemort's question.

Lucius pulled Snape out of sight of Voldemort and winked wildly.

If Voldemort hadn't been around, he would have grabbed Snape's ears and cursed him by now.

Is this the time to zone out? ? !

Is that person across from you someone who can distract you?

But the neglected Voldemort was abnormally lifeless, and his mind even rarely recalled the past, resurrecting the scene when he first met Snape.

At that time, Snape was as silent as he is now, looking at him from a corner where no one could see him with eyes that he thought were hidden, as if he was considering whether the person in front of him was worthy of following him.

Then, just as he does now, he indulged Snape's silence and scrutiny.

This is amazing. Some people have done similar things before, and those who were bold enough to do so all died without exception.

So why did he treat Snape differently?

Voldemort thought about this problem and easily found some sparse fragments in his memory.

Relying on many times of Legilimency, he found many shadows of himself in Snape.

They both have a love-minded mother who voluntarily descends into the dust to marry a Muggle father and a Muggle father who hates magic. They are equally talented, ambitious, obsessed with black magic, and in a similar situation where they seem to bear the malice of the whole world...

Everything gave him a slight sense of identification with Snape.

So among so many Death Eaters, he was most certain that Bella would not betray him, but the most tolerant was Snape, who had always been unpopular.

Even if the soul became crazy after splitting, it did not take the life of Snape, who was suspected of betraying him.

If anyone were in Snape's position, he would have tortured him to death, not even leaving his body intact. The fact that Snape could survive to this day is enough to show his attitude.

So under Lucius's horrified gaze, Voldemort leaned back in his chair in a good mood.

"Severus, tell me what you discovered."

Snape came back to his senses and walked to the groove where the blood of the man in the cell was still being transmitted continuously. "I have seen props engraved with similar patterns in books. They are used to collect the magic power in the blood and activate the comparison." A special magic circle, this magic circle..."

He paused for a moment and shook his head.

"I do not recognize."

Voldemort didn't say what was right or wrong, nor did he explain.

Instead, he waved his wand and forcibly dragged the dying man to the center of the magic circle.

The blood on the man's body continued to seep out during the dragging process, and the magic circle nourished by the blood glowed with a strange red light, greedily devouring the blood.

Seeing the magic circle light up, but still with such an abnormal color, Lucius hurriedly exited the area covered by the magic circle, gasping in fear.

Snape had just walked out and was standing on the edge of the magic circle, passing by the dying man.

Voldemort muttered an awkward spell in a low voice.

The light of the magic circle became brighter and brighter, and the entire space was filled with a dazzling and terrifying red light, which made Voldemort's eyes even scarier, as if he would bleed in the next second.

Snape squinted his eyes and saw some strange red threads in the red light. They floated up from the blood in the ground and floated in the red light.

When the light reached its peak, Voldemort slowly walked into the magic circle, squinting his eyes in contentment.

Those red threads floating in the void poured into Voldemort's body from all directions, and his pale skin glowed with vitality.

Both Snape and Lucius could feel that Voldemort in front of them was putting more pressure on them.

Become stronger with wizard blood.

Chilling and fear rose up on their backs at the same time.

Voldemort really went crazy.

"Severus, now do you know the purpose of the magic circle?" Voldemort opened his hands, looking at everything like a king standing on his throne.

Snape lowered his head, his hair hiding his expression, "Yes, Master, I understand."

Lucius didn't need Voldemort to ask. He nodded knowingly and flattered a little, "This is not in my knowledge, but if you are the master, then nothing is impossible."

Voldemort snorted through his nose.

"Lucius, Narcissa is not as eloquent as you."

Lucius' breathing stopped. Was his Sissy's previous mission to face this kind of thing?

Damn!

He didn't know anything.

"Severus, bring Harry Potter here. Of course, if possible, I would rather see Dumbledore here."

Voldemort stepped down from the magic circle and kicked the silent man away.

The man's face met Snape's, and Snape could see the pleading in his bulging eyes and the empty mouth.

No wonder there was no call for help.