[HP] Shh, it's a secret

In order to apparate to Voldemort's side at the specified time without causing unnecessary suspicion, Draco decided to borrow Amycus.Carlo's fireplace.The corridor on the third floor was as dark as ever, and the first room on the left was his destination.Draco raised his hand, his fingers just touched the door panel, he stopped, the voice from inside was so familiar that he found it unbelievable.With a little force on his hand, the door opened a crack, and a slender figure appeared in his sight.

"Who's outside?"

Draco was startled: "It's me." Then he opened the door calmly and walked in.Amycus.Carlo sat behind his desk, with Crabbe standing in the corner, and no one else.Draco glanced at Crabbe, who was studying the floor with his head down, and frowned.Slender back, slender—Crabbe?

"Mr. Malfoy, I remember that your confinement with me will start tomorrow." Amycus looked up from the pile of parchment.

"Borrow the fireplace." Draco raised his left arm.

"Summoning?" Amycus said clearly. "Then you'd better hurry up. The master is impatient. The fireplace is on the right."

Draco nodded and walked across the room and into the fireplace.

"Did Vincent 1 do something wrong?" Draco asked suddenly, clutching a handful of Floo powder.

"No, I'm just asking Mr. Crabbe for a little favor."

"—Diagon Alley." The man in the fireplace was immediately engulfed in green flames and disappeared.

After a brief bout of dizziness, Draco appeared in the Leaky Cauldron.There was almost no one in the bar, and Tom, the hunchbacked, toothless proprietor, was at the bar, polishing what seemed like an endless supply of glasses.A few wizards whispering in the far corner saw Draco who had just come out of the fireplace, and retreated to the innermost corner as if he had seen a ghost.

"Mr. Malfoy," Tom whispered, bowing his head respectfully as Draco walked by.

The burning on his arm was getting worse, and Draco walked across the bar to the backyard with his mouth pursed in two or three steps. He drew out his wand and tapped the empty brick on the wall.When the empty brick was fully opened to reveal the decaying panorama of Diagon Alley, Draco stepped inside and immediately Apparated.

A few seconds later, Draco's feet hit the ground again.The burning sensation faded, and Draco opened his eyes to see the ornate fireplace in his living room. ——No, it's impossible.This was Draco's first reaction.The scene in front of him completely overturned his common sense. Malfoy Manor had an anti-apparition spell all year round, unless the direct lineage couldn't lift it.

"Surprised?" Voldemort's cold, slightly smug voice sounded from behind him, and Draco was startled and immediately turned around and fell to his knees on the floor——

"I'm sorry master, I lost my composure."

"The response is very sincere Draco, I am very satisfied, get up." Voldemort said.

Draco stood up slowly, and saw Voldemort sitting at the head of the conference table, playing with his wand with his hands and legs crossed, casual and elegant, if you ignore his ugly and terrifying face.

"A small experiment," Voldemort unexpectedly explained, "can only last for half an hour. Malfoy's defense system is ancient and powerful, half an hour is already the limit, and he can Apparate here without any injuries." Only you, the others..." Voldemort laughed, tapping his wand in his right hand on the floor behind him.

Looking in the direction the wand was pointing at, Draco's face suddenly turned pale.Five corpses were lying on the floor in disorder, all of them were beyond recognition, and their death conditions were miserable.Voldemort's serpent was devouring one of them, the head was no longer visible, and from the visibly distended belly of Nagini, it could be deduced that there must have been a hapless ghost inside... Draco swallowed unconsciously, although Lowering his gaze, he still met Orochi's icy gaze.

There was a scalp-numbing hiss, and the head was spit out and hit the floor.The big snake twisted its body, slowly climbed onto Voldemort's chair, and then put its body on Voldemort's shoulders.The unblinking brown pupils were vertical, looking at Draco like his master.There was a constant hiss.

It's like being hunted by a hunter.

A chill climbed up from the soles of his feet, and Draco squeezed his hands under his sleeves.

"Nagini, she said she liked you," said Voldemort, caressing the serpent casually with his long thin fingers, "especially the smell in your right pocket. What's in there?"

There was a loud bang, and a hooded guy appeared in front of Draco out of thin air. He suddenly spun and screamed, black flames burned out from his body, and then he fell straight to the ground, dead up.

Sweat dripped from Draco's forehead.

The big snake didn't seem to like the sudden commotion, it opened its mouth wide and let out a series of rapid hissing sounds.Voldemort scratched its chin with his hands, comforting it, but still staring at Draco——

"Nagini can't wait, bring out Draco."

Draco squeezed his hands hard, took the bottle out of his pocket, and respectfully handed it to Voldemort across the charred body.

"It attacked a Gryffindor pureblood, I thought it was..." Draco glanced at Nagini and then quickly looked away, "I saved it and told them it was my pet, master .”

While speaking, Nagini's big head protruded from Voldemort's shoulder, wrapped around Draco's arm, and the scarlet snake letter hit the glass bottle wall accurately and silently every time.Draco didn't dare to move. He had never been so close to Voldemort's big snake like now. An inexplicable anger ignited in his chest, and he clamored fiercely for him to pull out Gryffindor's sword and cut it in two.

"Very interesting." Voldemort moved his fingers, and the glass cork disappeared.There was another hiss, and Voldemort's snake was back on his shoulders.The snake in the bottle crawled out of the bottle and wrapped itself around the finger Voldemort extended to it.Compared with Nagini, it was really too small. Perhaps it was because of its small size that Voldemort remembered something, and his expression rarely softened.

As for Draco, his body was stretched into a straight line.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never believe it.

The savior and the dark lord talk happily!Or, the Dark Lord is smacking the savior's chin?

A chill rose up his spine, it wasn't the wrong occasion, he thought he would applaud the savior for his forbearance.

From those cruel red eyes, Draco knew that the Dark Lord's doubts had not been completely dispelled.

The back is already soaked.

With a snap of his fingers, a nest of mice appeared on the arm of the chair Voldemort was sitting on. The newborns were squirming on top of each other, and blue blood vessels could be faintly seen under the pink skin.Draco suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition, raised his eyelids slightly, and Voldemort's mouth moved——

"Let's eat, little one. 』

The little black snake left Voldemort's palm and climbed up the handrail along his arm.The sound of swallowing was infinitely magnified in the silent firelight, Draco moved his eyes away, and the big stone on his chest finally fell to the ground.

"Good boy. 』Voldemort patted Potter (?) who was eating with satisfaction, and his attention returned to Draco——

"Well done Draco, you will be rewarded for this act of kindness."

Draco bowed humbly.

Voldemort raised his wand up and up to signal him to get up: "Narcisha wrote you a letter?"

"Yes master, I just received it tonight, and it should have been mailed yesterday." Draco replied truthfully, then took out his mother's letter and handed it to Voldemort respectfully again.

Opening the letter, Voldemort glanced lazily and handed it back to Draco: "It seems that she is doing well, but she also mentioned an interesting thing. It can be seen that your mother is very worried. Thinking of Lucius When you were young... is it true Draco, you liked men?"

Draco carefully folded the letter paper: "A few days ago I taught a portrait of Gryffindor, master, and after a few days they told me that I fell in love with a man."

"It's a bit of a politician, and next year you can compete for the position of Minister of Magic." Voldemort said, "Look up at me."

Draco raised his head in response, and an invisible force rushed into his brain, rampaging inside, and then the discomfort stopped abruptly.Voldemort's red eyes became deep and crazy in sight.

"You have a secret—" Voldemort stood up, "what do you want to keep from your master, eh?"

"I do not have."

"Lie! Crucio (Crucio)—"

The pain seized his body, and Draco fell to his knees straight on the floor, his knee hurting, but it was far from the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse.The bones are being smashed into pieces bit by bit, and the steel needles are pierced into the flesh, thousands of them.

"Some parts have been dealt with, although it has been handled very well and there are almost no flaws...Even I was almost deceived, if there was not a complete blank." Voldemort squatted down in front of Draco, his wand resting on his. Throat, "There's nothing Draco about liking men, but cheating—never allowed."

The power of the Cruciatus Curse is increasing, and the air is like frozen ice, making it impossible to breathe.

"I'm - not - drunk - drunk -" the broken words escaped Draco's throat.

"Drunk?" Voldemort raised his wand.All the pain stopped abruptly, and Draco gasped hard on the ground.The hair was violently grabbed, and then the head was forced to lift——

"Legilimency"

The spell was uttered from Voldemort's mouth, which meant that this was a Legilimency led by the Dark Lord in the true sense, and the impact on the brain was more crazy than any previous one.The room started to spin, he started pouring drink after glass down his throat - Goyle and Crabbe tried to dissuade - Snape - common room - bedroom - sofa -

——No, no, no more.

Just when Draco thought he was about to collapse, Voldemort let him go.

"Master, master?"

Voldemort didn't speak, but raised his head with narrowed eyes.

"No master, I never lied to you." Draco knelt on the ground.

"Excessive drinking will make you lose your mind. If there is a next time waiting for you, it will be more than Cruciatus." Voldemort said.

Footsteps were heard outside.

"Ah——Severus, you are late, and you can Apparate directly in front of Voldemort a minute earlier."

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