v2 Chapter 1605： Shadow monster (1/2)

Being a Death Eater is too much pressure on the worm's tail, especially when he thinks of facing Sirius again, he can't help but tremble... but he has no other choice. Voldemort has not killed him directly. Thank you very much. The little dwarf Peter ran out of the room in a panic.

The room was regained quiet, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes swept across the faces of those flustered followers.

”Like what I said just now!” he said. ”I understand now. I want to see the two boys. I need to get the scepter's whereabouts from Mason. Besides, I want to Kill Potter yourself, but before killing him, I need to do something, such as borrowing a wand from someone of you.”

All the faces around Voldemort were filled with shock for a moment, as if he had borrowed one of their arms.

Some people are still sneaking at Voldemort's left arm. From the beginning, it has been shaking with unnatural amplitude.

It doesn't look like the human arm should look like.

“No one volunteers?” Voldemort said slowly. “Let me see Lucius, I don’t think you need a wand anymore!”

Lucius Malfoy looked up, his skin glazed in the fire, and the shadows around the deep eyes.

He opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice.

”the host?”

”Your wand, Lucius, I want your wand.”

”I”

Malfoy glanced at the wife beside her. She stared in front of her eyes. Her face was as pale as her husband. Her long blond hair was hanging on her back, and nothing happened. However, under the table, her slender fingers were light. I touched his wrist.

Because of his wife's touch, Lucius reached into his robes, took out his wand and handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort lifted his wand in front of the scarlet eyes and observed it in detail.

”What did you do?”

”Coffin, master.” Lucius said softly.

”What about the core?”

”Dragon Dragon Heart.”

”Very good!” Voldemort said, putting the wand on the table and pulling out his wand with his pale right hand, compared to the length.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily. For a moment, he seemed to be expecting Voldemort to hand over his wand to him.

He did not escape the eyes of Voldemort, and he widened his eyes with hostility.

”Give me my wand, Lucius? My wand?”

There was a snicker in the crowd, and the Death Eaters looked at Malfoy with gloating.