chsdbacks Chapter 609 The Death of Voldemort
Chapter 609 The Death of Voldemort
Chapter 605 The Death of Voldemort
Voldemort is dead.
Dead beyond dead.
Rather than being killed by Riddle and Bella and their gang of dark wizards, he was probably driven to his death by anger.
Because he clearly noticed that Voldemort was already gushing blood before the Killing Curse struck him.
At the time, he thought Voldemort was trying to scam him.
In other words, it means to feign weakness to the enemy.
But two seconds later, the Killing Curse struck Voldemort's body.
Everything has come to an end.
Voldemort died just like that?
Riddle was unusually dazed.
This further solidified his resolve to remain loyal to Sean.
Voldemort is equivalent to him; if Voldemort can die, so can he.
To be precise, Voldemort is not completely dead yet; there are still several Horcruxes, including Harry's, that need to be dealt with.
However, that's a story for another time.
And what needs to be done next is to————
Leading this group of Death Eaters, they attacked the Ministry of Magic.
Complete the final plan.
On the other side, a man dressed in rags, his face covered in mud and blood, appeared at the manor gate.
Who?
Draco Malfoy.
Only he himself knows how much hardship he endured along the way.
The wizarding world in Britain is becoming increasingly strict, and there are quite a few Aurors on the streets now.
To avoid these Aurors and to remain undetected —
The long and arduous journey has finally come to an end.
He returned to his family's estate.
"Open the door! Open the door! It's me!"
The guards at the gate ignored him.
Where did this beggar come from?
The knocking has reached the Malfoy Manor.
"Open the door!"
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Malfoy became even angrier.
Having concealed his identity the whole way, he finally made it home, only to get stuck at the last step.
Anyone would be angry in that situation.
If it weren't for the fact that it shouldn't cause too much of a commotion.
It's so necessary————
Perhaps Malfoy was too annoying, for the guards at the door finally appeared.
"Stop yelling and get out of here, or else—you'll be in big trouble."
"It's me!"
Malfoy lowered his voice, lifted his hood, and revealed his face.
The guard glanced at it casually.
result----
His eyes changed instantly.
What began as contempt and impatience turned into astonishment and bewilderment.
"Young Master—is that you?"
"Of course it's me."
Malfoy rubbed his blood-stained face roughly, somewhat impatiently.
The door opened.
The guard nervously opened the door.
Malfoy glared at him, ignored him, and walked straight into the castle.
Hearing the noise at the door, Narcissa looked up.
When she saw her son standing there in a disheveled state, covered in blood and with tattered clothes, she was deeply moved.
Excitement welled up in Narcissa's eyes.
"Draco—you're back."
Although he already knew that Sean had released Draco, seeing Draco return in person still made him incredibly excited.
But the next second—
She noticed Malfoy's disheveled appearance.
"Why are you like this? What happened?"
Just a few words.
Malfoy recounted his experiences over the past few days to Narcissa.
but-
He still appeared very fortunate.
"Fortunately, a mysterious person saved me, otherwise—I'd probably be in Azkaban by now."
"As long as you get out, that's fine."
Narcissa felt a pang of heartache watching Malfoy speak so eloquently.
After this special experience, Malfoy seemed to have grown up.
"By the way, where is my father?"
Malfoy seemed to have thought of something, and looked up to ask hurriedly.
"Did my father send someone to save me? Where is he now? Does he know—"
Narcissa's expression didn't look too good when Lucius was mentioned.
I haven't been able to contact the other person for a long time.
It's like the other party has disappeared.
otherwise----
She wouldn't have come up with such a trick.
He probably didn't even know that his son had gone through such an ordeal.
Looking at his mother's expression, Malfoy seemed to have guessed what was going on.
but----
The guess was different from what Narcissa had in mind.
"Could it be that—Father—"
"Don't overthink it. Go take a shower first, and I'll have the kitchen cook you a meal. Get some rest."
Malfoy wanted to say something more, but seeing Narcissa's expression, he could only suppress his doubts for the time being.
Indeed—
Take a shower first, and ask again when we eat later.
He hadn't experienced it before, but once he got home, he felt like a giant walking trash can.
When has he ever been this disheveled?
Upon realizing this, he quickly returned to his room.
Taking a bath is a blissful experience.
I never realized this before.
Hot water washes over the body, slowly penetrating every inch of skin.
At first, the water was a bit icy cold, but soon I felt warmth spreading from my feet to my whole body.
During the shower—
The muscles gradually relax, and the tense nerves also gradually relax.
Malfoy stood on the tiled floor of the bathroom, closed his eyes, and let the water wash over all his senses.
If there's anything in the world more blissful than taking a bath.
That means you can have a big meal after taking a shower.
Malfoy was seen wolfing down his food, completely forgetting his more than ten years of aristocratic upbringing.
Narcissa felt only heartache.
"By the way, Mother—where is my father?"
Narcissa could no longer bear hearing Lucius's name from Draco's mouth after what seemed like the umpteenth time.
"He ignored you, he disappeared!"
"Who saved me?"
"I."
'
"Um?"
Draco looked at his mother in shock.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my wrist.