v2 Chapter 1603： Monsters and intelligence (1/2)

The sound of the yew hedge blurred the footsteps of the two men. Suddenly, their right side made a rustling sound. Yaxley pulled out his wand and lifted the top of his companion, aiming at the sound, but he was very I quickly put down my wand, and the sound was just a white peacock stalking at the top of the hedge.

”Hey, peacock! Lucius always makes himself too comfortable!” Yaxley said disdainfully.

He gave a heavy sigh of life and inserted his wand back into the cloak.

Snape didn't say anything. He has been here many times, and of course he knows what style the manor is.

At the end of the road, a magnificent house flashed from the dark night, and a little light was shining through the windows of the downstairs.

In the dark courtyard, there is a beautiful fountain in the water.

Snape and Yaxley quickly walked to the front door, and the gravel creaked under their feet.

They just approached and the door opened, although no one came to open the door.

The hallway facing the entrance hall is wide, the lights are dim but decorated very luxuriously, the stone floor is covered with gorgeous carpets, and the patterns on the top are all made of gold wire. The walls and pillars on both sides are inlaid with ruby ​​gems, and the lights illuminate, giving off a faint glow.

When Snape and Yaxley strode across the corridor, the pale statues on the wall looked at them intently.

The two stopped in front of the heavy wooden door of the next house and calmed down, and then Snape turned the bronze handle.

The gorgeous long table in the lounge was full of people, and everyone was silent.

The furniture in the room was randomly piled on the wall. The blazing flame in the marble fireplace was the only light source in the room. It was not enough to illuminate the entire room. There was a gold-plated mirror above the fireplace.

Snape and Yaxley stayed at the door for a while, and when their eyes adapted to the faint light, a very strange scene caught them: an unconscious person hanging over the table and slowly spinning It was like having an invisible rope to help him, and he reflected it in the mirror and the table that was smashed. However, no one in the place looked at him. Except for a pale young man, the young man was almost sitting right under him, as if he couldn't help but sneak up and look at him every few minutes.

”Yaxley, Snape!” There was a cold voice coming from the table. ”You are going to be late!”

The speaker is sitting in front of the fireplace, so the two who just came can only visually distinguish his outline.

The two approached a few steps and finally saw his face shining in the darkness.

It was a face without hair, like a snake, it was too pale, pale like a pearl.

His nostrils are a thin line, and the pupils in the scarlet eyes become a thin line.

Not sure if it was an illusion or a flash of fire in the back of the fireplace, the scarlet eyes seemed to be flashing red.

Yes, abnormal red light!

Snape felt that it was too much to describe the recent state of the Dark Lord with abnormality. He is less and less like a human wizard.

Voldemort is more like a monster. Although he used to be a monster, it is totally different concepts.

One is the innumerable black magic experiment, but it is essentially a human black wizard; the other is Snape is not sure what to use to describe the current state of Voldemort, perhaps like that Ai Wen · Mason said that Voldemort is blending with the evil spirits, and he is becoming a **** of evil.