Forget

Draco was in a deep sleep.If it weren't for the tingling in his arm, he might have slept a little longer.He got up from the sofa.His spirits have recovered somewhat.But the tingling pain in his arm told him plainly that Voldemort was back.

—Is it daylight already?

Draco thought, and walked out of the study.

The atmosphere in the hall downstairs was very solemn.The chandelier fell from the roof, and shards of glass were scattered all over the room.It looks like a battle has been fought here.

Voldemort sat in his usual chair and motioned for Draco to move closer.

Draco quickened his pace, as if he didn't notice the mess in the room, he walked all the way to Voldemort's feet, and knelt down obediently.Voldemort's fingers stroked his cheek. "Tell me, boy, what were you doing last night?"

"Resting, Master." Draco replied meekly, enduring the cold feeling from his dry fingers. "I've been upstairs and never left."

Voldemort's fingers paused, and he turned to the others in the room: "Get the hell out of here."

When the Death Eaters heard this, they didn't dare to neglect at all, and retreated from the house in panic.Soon, there were only the two of them left in the room.

"Dobby. Is that his name?" said Voldemort, seemingly without intention. "I can't see that you're building a dirty army of house-elves without my knowledge."

"It's not a Malfoy's elf anymore. It's an incompetent, arrogant elf. It never wanted to leave Malfoy Manor, and it left long ago, and used despicable means to deceive me It's free, Father," Draco said.He had prepared this set of rhetoric for a long time, but when it came time to say it, for some reason, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"It has nothing to do with you." Voldemort threw a white object in front of him. "Then look, is this your thing?"

It's that white sock.

Draco felt his head explode with a buzz, leaving only one big message: Dobby failed.

He didn't have time to think about why Dobby failed, he couldn't wait to know where Harry was and how he was doing.But the last sliver of rationality told him to be calm, the more critical the moment, the more calm he should be.

"It's mine, Master." Draco tried to answer calmly. "I don't know why it's here."

"A house-elf who no longer has anything to do with you has revisited the old place and took away nothing but a sock." Voldemort said slowly. "You said, how should we explain it to make this matter seem more reasonable?"

Draco pursed his lips and lowered his head.He didn't know how to answer.He didn't know what was going on with Harry now, and he didn't know what kind of answer Voldemort wanted to hear.He just kept silent.

But the long-lost dizziness swept over him.In just a moment of negligence, Voldemort had already broken into his unsealed brain.At the moment when the nauseating dizziness seemed to be about to leave, Draco clearly felt that his throat was firmly restrained.

"The little fox's nails are growing again." Voldemort sneered, slowly exerting force in his hands. "It seems that you still bet on the so-called savior. Are you so sure that I will be defeated by a young boy?"

—Kill you, kill you.

Draco ran it through his head over and over again.He felt the collar around his neck slowly shrinking.So he thought harder and repeated.

—Kill you, kill you.

Draco was adamant that Dumbledore's parenting methods were flawed.No matter what he thinks, he can't imagine how a heavy-bearing person should move forward.Those so-called weapons are actually just cumbersome.How can you win by being an indecisive person with so many unnecessary emotions that you can't let go of?

—Kill you, kill you.

When a chess piece is useless, the best way is to destroy it.Such a chess piece that needs to be destroyed has no right to become a heavy burden that can only hold back.

—Kill you, kill you!

Voldemort also seemed to sense Draco's desire to die.His fingers slid across the collar, and with a force, he pushed Draco to the floor.

The collar around the neck has completely loosened from being tight.But Draco, who was on the verge of suffocation, still arched his body and coughed violently.

"You want to die?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "You can't die, you have to live well until the day when the so-called savior dies. I want you to watch him die with your own eyes.—Maybe a little more, I can even bestow this honor on you, you go kill How about dropping him?"

Draco felt terribly confused inside his head.Following Voldemort's words, the way Lucius died, and Harry's face lingered over and over again, suddenly turned into pieces, and mixed together in a mess. Draco saw himself draw his wand, pointing forward.

"Interesting." Voldemort took two steps closer. "You want to lay hands on me?"

"Kill me, or, I'll kill you." Draco repeated weakly.

Voldemort sneered.He didn't even take out his wand, just walked towards Draco step by step.

Draco instinctively wanted to back away, but he really didn't have the strength.The hand holding the wand trembled, and he could only watch Voldemort getting closer and closer, and he was about to come to him in two steps.He even saw clearly the disdainful sneer on Voldemort's face, and saw Voldemort's raised finger.He knew that with the slightest movement of that finger, his short life might be over.However, at this moment, he was eagerly looking forward to the arrival of that moment.

But Voldemort's fingers did not move. Draco could clearly see a gleam of pain in Voldemort's snake eyes.Voldemort took a few steps back quickly before he regained his footing.Both hands were clasped to his chest, as if trying to protect something.But Draco clearly heard the sound of something breaking from Voldemort's body.

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Happy birthday young master~