HP makes a qualified villain

Chapter 80

I looked at Lucius in surprise, I couldn't understand what he said

"what do you mean?"

"It means that you were born and destined to be loyal to me! Sophie." Voldemort smiled and opened his hands

stop talking to me

Instead, he turned around straight and looked around at the kneeling Death Eaters: "The divination ball that hides the secret to defeating Harry Potter is in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. I need a Warriors go help me get that ball back."

"The Ferris family is not reliable at the moment." He looked down at his father kneeling beside him, "I can't trust you again until you have successfully raised your precious daughter, understand? Rick."

Voldemort glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

The father lowered his head, as if swearing something to him, and said through gritted teeth: "Understood, my master."

"My master." Lucius, who was still standing in the crowd, looked at all this coldly, then raised his hand, "Perhaps, I can complete this task."

"Good job Lucius!" Voldemort suddenly laughed

From what Voldemort said just now, and the prophecy read by Lucius, I really understood the current situation.

So that's what Draco said

The two of us are the Chosen Children, the Chosen Children of Voldemort.

In this way, the marriage between the Ferris family and the Malfoy family is not just a simple intermarriage of nobles.

"Master, please give me one more chance. I am willing to make amends for my daughter and help you get back the prophecy ball." Seeing Lucius' initiative to propose a travel mission, his father also stood up and said.

"You?" Voldemort sneered, his tone full of disdain.

He didn't answer his father's words clearly, but just took a few steps forward and sat on the sofa in the main seat.

The seat at home usually belongs to the father

Nagini also followed Voldemort to the sofa, and slowly climbed up along his feet

Like a well-behaved pet, she let Voldemort gently stroke her head.

"Sofina, come here." He beckoned to me. After what happened just now, I was a little scared and hesitant. I didn't dare to walk over. Instead, I looked at my father and asked him what I should do.

Of course my father nodded to me, signaling me to go over.

I swallowed, comforting myself repeatedly in my heart that he would never hurt me again

Buried steps toward Voldemort

All eyes were on me.

I walked up to Voldemort and looked at him

Nagini on his body looked at him and kept spitting out his own letter

I was so scared that I wanted to back off, but I held back, I was afraid that if I made a mistake, the Lord Dark Lord would be furious and make me half dead.

"Don't be afraid, my child." Voldemort lost all the viciousness just now, he stretched out his hand towards me, and looked at me tenderly, "Come, show me your wand."

Facing this moody guy, I can only choose to obey, I obediently took out the wand from my bag, and handed it to him respectfully

Voldemort is very pleased with my respectful attitude.

In his presence, violence and oppression can bring everything to his knees.

"It's really exquisite... I remember, I gave this wand to the Malfoy family, because I knew that their family would give birth to the strongest warrior." With his dry hands, he stroked mine slowly Wand, "Later, not long after Draco was born, good news came from the Ferris family, so I made another one exactly the same."

I looked at him, didn't speak, just pursed my lips and stood stiffly in front of him.

After admiring his work, Voldemort held out his hand to me: "Give me your hand, boy."

I obediently put my hand on his big palm

Voldemort's hand was very cold, like a dead person, there seemed to be no fat under his skin, only bones and meridians, it felt very scary to touch.

"Don't be afraid, your hands are shaking." Voldemort laughed

I followed him with a dry laugh, I really couldn't hold back my fear

No one knows what Voldemort wants to do

I just quietly watched him hold my wrist, turned my hand over, and pointed my elbow belly at him.

"What a silky, maiden's arm." His other finger was caressing my arm

His action gave me goosebumps

"Are you willing to serve me all your life and become my soldier? Sofina."

Voldemort asked

i looked up at him

He knows exactly how I will answer

But Voldemort seems to want to go through this procedure.

I'm not stupid enough to give an answer other than sure.

"I am willing, my master." I imitated other appearances and called him master

I look respectful and scared

Voldemort enjoys my fear

He held my hand and began to exert some force, and the other hand held the wand: "Good! Good! From today, from now on, you will be one of my favorite fighters!"

"I won't care about your past anymore, all you need to do is help me and support me!"

The way he held his wand was like holding a sharp knife, and he stabbed the wand hard into my arm

Watching his movements, I screamed and smashed my knees to the ground, kneeling fiercely in front of Voldemort

But he still didn't let go of my arm, instead he used the sharpest end of his wand to write and draw something on my arm.

I endured the stinging pain, gritted my teeth and raised my head

Voldemort was staring wide-eyed intently on painting my arm.

He drew a meandering curve on my arm

Thick blood flowed out slowly along my long wound, slowly forming a snake-shaped brand.

"Since the Ferris family wants to make up for it, I'll give you another chance, Sofina, you will follow Lucius to help me get back the prophecy ball."

Eventually Voldemort finished his painting

He dropped my wand on the ground like he was throwing trash

also let go of my hand

I immediately retracted my arm and looked at the symbol on it

The tingling and spicy feeling that has been coming

"Yes, master." Holding his left hand, he nodded and accepted this new task

Voldemort looked at me and didn't say much more

With just a wave of his hand, he immediately disappeared into the hall of our house

Others watched their leader leave

There was nothing to linger, and the fans turned into a cloud of black mist, rushed out of the windows and doors, and followed Voldemort.

The hall that was full of people just now became empty again, leaving only a mess

Father also raised his head, looking at the disappeared Death Eaters and the messy hall, he stood up and walked in front of me, took my arm and looked at the ferocious mark on it. His face was scratched and dripped on the wound, and his father broke down in tears.

After a long time, he spoke slowly,

: "You're only 14 years old..."

He seems to be speaking to himself

As a father, he has suffered all kinds of hardships for his daughter who should have grown up happily

Yeah, I'm only 14 years old.

"I'm sorry." Another apology

... I found that since this semester, I have been being apologized, and apologized

How many wrong things have everyone and I done?

I watch the windows being knocked open and swaying with the wind

Pain in the arm that has not gone away

I still know too little about this world...

However, the only thing I can be sure of now is——

During the summer vacation when I was 14, I was forced to become a Death Eater.

The author has something to say:

These are all the growth that the heroine must experience. From here on, the heroine will become stronger step by step.

I'm not sure whether the ending is be or he

Let’s take a look at the direction of the plot and my mood at the end of writing (?)