bacchusnovels Chapter 601 The Abyss Brought by Darkness
Chapter 601 The Abyss Brought by Darkness
Chapter 597 The Abyss Brought by Darkness
The two looked into each other's eyes, and the air suddenly became still.
Riddle gave Voldemort a meaningful look and continued to ask in a businesslike tone.
"age."
Voldemort paused for a moment, then calculated carefully.
"Seventy years old," he replied.
"What is your dream?" Riddle asked the question he had been wanting to ask.
"dream?"
Voldemort repeated the sentence, a smile appearing on his lips.
"Let everything I know be under my control, and let everything under my control never betray me."
Riddle looked down and wrote a few words on the surface, then paused for a moment.
What are you afraid of?
Voldemort's eyes flickered. "He's afraid of nothing."
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Riddle then asked Voldemort many pointed questions, such as "Why did you come here?" and "What do you want to do after the war is over?"
Overall, Voldemort's answer was flawless.
It's just that in other people's eyes, he's a bit arrogant.
This was the first time Riddle had seen Voldemort; he left after interviewing a few people.
Voldemort successfully became a member of the Death Eaters.
The following days were uneventful.
Voldemort trained in dark magic with these wizards every day, but he keenly noticed that many of them had mysteriously disappeared.
I don't know where they went.
Bella and the others who had previously infiltrated the group repeatedly asked Voldemort, "When are you going to make your move?" and "When are you going to reveal your identity to these people?", but Voldemort refused each time.
Voldemort seemed to be addicted to being a Death Eater.
Every day I'm "going deep into the grassroots," doing missions with this group of Death Eaters.
The tasks I did were quite ordinary:
He travels around every day, handing out Death Eater flyers and distributing Black Magic Marks everywhere.
Bella even suspected that Voldemort had gone mad, but she had no proof.
Voldemort was not insane; he felt that this imposter's organizational and management model had many valuable lessons to learn.
Moreover, this fake organization has been waging several battles in the past few days, going toe-to-toe with the Ministry of Magic, which can help relieve some of the pressure on him.
if you can----
He really didn't want to get rid of this organization so quickly, and even had the idea of making this "imposter" the deputy Dark Lord.
However, it's just an idea.
The moment the other party chooses to impersonate you.
The ending was already predetermined.
Voldemort planned to find an opportunity, a reasonable opportunity, to make his appearance in front of everyone.
This opportunity will come in two weeks.
I heard from others that the "Dark Lord" plans to give a speech in two weeks and personally lead his team to ambush the Ministry of Magic.
There couldn't be a better opportunity than this.
On the other side, Narcissa stood at the entrance to Knockdown Alley, hesitating between left and right.
Since things had come to this point, and this was the only way to save Malfoy, she had no other choice.
In the past few days, she has stood in front of the mirror countless times, examining herself.
In those eyes, all the pride and everything else was now shrouded in a murky shadow.
You can only do this once, but countless times.
She loathed the filth of the deal, but the thought of the unbearable consequences if she refused made her wary.
She couldn't bear to watch her son be persecuted and even imprisoned in Azkaban.
Azkaban, that's not a place for humans.
Even Bella, that madwoman, behaved herself once she entered Azkaban.
Her maternal instincts led her to make that choice.
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"If this is the only thing I can do for him, I can't back down anymore."
With this in mind, she made up her mind and went inside.
Bella watched her with a smile from Bokin Burke's shop, as if she had known all along that she would make this choice.
However, to Narcissa, this smile appeared as—
It was more like irony and humiliation.
"Ready?" Bella raised an eyebrow.
Narcissa didn't speak. Bella just kept looking at him, as if she could see all the inner turmoil and struggle in his heart through his eyes.
"I know," Narcissa said through gritted teeth, "I have no way out."
Bella chuckled softly, as if she had finally received the answer she had been waiting for.
"That's good." She reached out and casually pulled a black blindfold from her waist, gesturing to Narcissa. "Put this on, and I'll take you to the person who can save Malfoy."
Narcissa looked at the blindfold in Bella's hand, slowly reached out, and took it.
The fabric felt cool and smooth to the touch. My fingertips gently traced the edge of the eye mask. After hesitating for a moment, I finally fastened it to my eyes without hesitation.
Darkness instantly engulfed Narcissa's vision, and everything became blurry.
If you absolutely have to ask—what did the darkness bring her?
It is not an eye seeking light, but an abyss.