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Malfoy Manor didn't seem to have changed much, but Draco knew that something was different.

There were many people in the living room, but it was extremely quiet.There is a middle-aged man whose face cannot be seen clearly, curled up in the middle, and it seems that a trial is going on here.

Draco walked straight towards his Master, without looking away.Sensing his presence, Nagini raised his head and seemed quite excited to spit out the letter.

Draco didn't know who was being judged, and didn't want to know who it was.Whether that person was a captive or a traitor, at this moment, he could only be an excuse, an excuse that could bring Draco back here.

must die.That person must die.

Draco pursed his thin lips and clenched his hands in his sleeves.

He thought of Dumbledore—the portrait that was always pretending to be asleep. When he saw him, he finally raised his eyelids and adjusted his glasses, but his small eyes were full of energy.

"You look a little different." The principal who still looked kindly said with a smile.

"Professor." Draco bowed. "I didn't expect to see you again."

"I've imagined some." Dumbledore blinked. "Looks like you're getting out of a dilemma."

Draco looked at the empty desk, Snape hadn't come yet: "...the headmaster talked to me."

"I hope his methods are not too drastic. Severus is not a headmaster who is good at working with students." Dumbledore said meaningfully. "I'm afraid you have to remember one sentence, and remember it very firmly: Many times, some sacrifices are necessary."

Some sacrifices are necessary.

Draco muttered silently.So he didn't look at that person, and he didn't try to imagine how many "trials" like this had already taken place, let alone how much blood had gathered on the familiar floor.

He just walked straight, along the road separated by the crowd on both sides, until he walked in front of his master, and knelt down on one knee: "Master."

"Nice to see you again, my boy." Voldemort nodded. "Severus said you've succeeded."

"Yes, master." Draco took the formula and medicine out of his pocket and held it in his hand.

"Come to me," said Voldemort.

Draco agreed, stood up and put the things on the table in front of Voldemort, standing beside him with his hands down.Nagini snaked from under the table to Draco's feet and climbed up from his ankles, hissing excitedly.

The chill emanating from Nagini's body as a Horcrux slowly wrapped Draco in its entirety as it moved.For a moment Draco even felt that his internal organs were frozen by such a terrible cold.But he couldn't escape, he could only grit his teeth and stand upright, waiting for Voldemort's next question with 12 points of energy.

Of course Voldemort knew all about Nagini's tricks.But he didn't stop it, and didn't even express his opinion.His attention seemed to be all attracted by the things on the table: "What's it called?"

"Hell Potion, Master." Draco was in a daze, saying each word one by one, so as not to make his voice tremble.

"What about the antidote?" Voldemort continued.

Draco was silent for a moment: "There is no antidote, Master."

"There is no antidote?" Voldemort clapped one hand on the parchment with the formula written on it, with a slightly playful tone. "From the composition point of view, the antidote is not difficult to prepare."

"Master." Draco calmed down, trying to ignore Nagini's influence. "If the ingredients can be analyzed, of course the antidote can be made. However, the key to detoxification is not the antidote itself, but the time of taking it."

Voldemort made a signal, and Bellacritus, who was waiting on the other side, quickly came up, took the small bottle and walked to the curled up man, grabbed his hair and drank it from his mouth. go in.Voldemort watched her movements as if enjoying a top stage play.He tilted his head slightly towards Draco: "Go on."

"Those who take the potion of hell will immediately fall into hallucinations." Draco looked down at his toes and explained mechanically.He didn't want to look at the situation of that person, the situation of taking the medicine had already been repeated thousands of times in his mind. "In this short illusion, he will get everything he expects most. His hopes and expectations will all come true in this illusory illusion."

A mournful whimper came from below. Draco closed his eyes softly, and continued, "...and then, when his pleasure finally peaked, he could die."

"Sounds very interesting." Voldemort squinted his eyes, watching the expression of the man below gradually become ferocious, and then a lot of blood poured out of his mouth, and finally he collapsed on the floor. "So, what about the antidote?"

"The antidote will change according to the dosage of the drug." Draco's tone was steady, as if he didn't know that a life had passed away in his living room. "However, if the antidote is taken in a hallucination, there will always be some unpredictable results, and the probability of survival is only about 1%. Therefore, the antidote will only be effective if taken before and after the hallucination begins." Draco's eyes were blank. "But those two time points are unusually brief and difficult to manage."

"If that's the case, it would be very useful." Voldemort nodded, and some people left to arrange batch development.Voldemort leaned back in his chair: "There are too many people here. Get out, all of you."

The people below who couldn't see their faces clearly left after hearing this, and took the unlucky guy's corpse with them.Soon, only the more familiar faces were left in the room.

"I have some things to do." Voldemort said flatly.

"Master, please let this subordinate come with you..." Bellacritus was attentive and respectful.But she didn't have the right to finish this sentence.

"No, Bella, you stay here." Voldemort said coldly.

"Yes, master." Bellacritus retreated resentfully like a wounded little beast.

"While I'm not around, you wait here. If any prey gets into the trap, please report to me." Voldemort glanced around, and his voice suddenly became severe. "If there are any problems this time, I will not spare any of them."

**

After Voldemort left, the gloomy atmosphere at Malfoy Manor seemed to improve a bit. Draco watched with cold eyes those vulgar Death Eaters acting boldly and recklessly here, and a few house-elves hid in the corner, quickly tidied up everything when those people were not paying attention, and then quickly disappeared.Only when he saw Draco, would he stop and bow deeply, and then quickly run away and disappeared.

Draco had broken the bonds of the other house-elves, leaving them to find safety on their own.But a few house-elves refused. Their history was almost as long as this house, and the idea of ​​living and dying with Malfoy Manor had been deeply imprinted in their blood.So they insisted on staying, hiding in the corner, and working hard to repair this ancient manor that was suffering from disaster.

Draco sometimes couldn't help thinking that if these elves could also enter Hogwarts, they would probably be sorted into Gryffindor as well.No wonder the Perfect Miss is always so enthusiastic about house-elves.

Thinking of this, Draco paused again.

——If it's that perfect lady, she might be able to make an antidote.

**

Draco still didn't know exactly what Voldemort's manhunt plan was.Nor was he sure Bellatrix knew.But he can't ask.All he can do is wait, wait to solve the crisis that will occur, and wait for the unknown and terrible fate after that.

If the ending is destined, then try to do something before that certain ending comes.

Like that gorgeous crown.Even though the final ending cannot escape destruction, before the destruction, its owner is also working hard to put it in its original position.

If the decision was made by the wise Mrs. Rowena Ravenclaw, then it was probably right.

Those were the words Draco was thinking as he stood in the Ravenclaw common room, looking up at the statue that honored the newly crowned beauty.