Chapter 669 - The Master’s Return Ⅳ (1/2)
The night darkness seems to creep around Dolores Umbridge, who grips her wand tightly in her hand as she peers through the night darkness that seems to hide a slithering shadow at every juncture. The tree leaves whisper sinisterly as the branches screech and croaks with the shaking of the wind. When all of a suddenly muffled footstep can be heard treading on half-decayed leaves and recently fallen leaves.
Dolores Umbridge sighs a bit in relief at last hearing footsteps, but an unease shiver creeps down her spine. A strange, heavy sound accompanies the footsteps and an almost slithering-like sound. It was large and heavy, but more importantly, moved speedily and smoothly despite its large girth. The slithering-like sound never ceased moving at a steady pace that grew louder and louder as it drew closer with each passing second.
Dolores Umbridge subconsciously swallows loudly but attempts to hide the traces of her fear behind her usual pleasant, but a poisonous expression. ”Lumos,” she croaked irritably as light emerges from the tip of her wand casting light upon the clearing, but the darkness beyond the trees became pitch black hiding all manner of things. The sounds beyond the darkness seem to become even louder beyond the loud, shrill pounding in her ears.
Squinting beady eyes at the darkness, Umbridge sees something tall, and skeletal-like emerge from the shadows. A small breath of surprise and dread escapes from her lips at seeing the emerging figure step into the light. The figure is tall and cloaked in dark robes. With deathly pale skin, sunken crimson eyes with snake-like pupils, and two slits for nostrils; Lord Voldemort was a most terrible existence to behold. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%E2%80%99s-return-%E2%85%B3_52028260845938434 for visiting.
Umbridge unconsciously licks her dry lips wet from sheer nerves, while Lord Voldemort emotionlessly gazes down at her as if staring at a pathetic prey. Impatient Voldemort extends his long, spider-like fingers at her as Dolores's eyes become fixated on his sharp, blue-tinged fingernails. There was something distinctively unnatural to his pallor and body. It was as if a spider or better, yet a snake had become embodied into that of a living human being. If such an existence could even be called, ”Human,” to begin with.
A soft hiss behind her causes Dolores to whirl around and take a quick step back at spotting the creature. With snake eyes glinting from the shadows, an exceptionally large green snake as thick as a man's thigh slithers out into the light. It had a flat head with diamond patterns on its skin. If its color had not given Umbridge any clue, when the snake snapped at her mockingly, it revealed a pair of very sharp, and deadly poisonous fangs.
The light at the tip of Dolores wand shakes for a moment before she grips her wand firmer and composes herself. In a simpering high-pitched voice, Dolores says, ”Greetings Lord Voldemort, I trust you received my message.”
Voldemort stops a short distance away from the pudgy witch easily towering over her. There is a tense moment of silence there until he indifferently replies, ”Show me.”
”Of course, Milord,” Umbridge said with a poisoned honey voice. Removing a single rolled-up parchment from her coat she extends the scroll out for Voldemort to take.
Voldemort crisply wrenched the scroll from her hand and studies it for a moment in his hand. ”This better not be a falsehood on your part, Umbridge,” Voldemort forewarned as his expression promised, a painful, excruciating death.
”It is not, Milord,” Dolores hastily explained with a sickly-sweet smile.
Voldemort unfurls the scroll and begins to read. After a moment, with some astonishment and caution, he says, ”And how did you go about acquiring such sensitive information Umbridge? Damocles Belby's personal information is very closely guarded by the Ministry of Magic. And with your demotion-.”
Voldemort's voice lingered on the last word causing Dolores's face to darken with humiliation but faked a calm demeanor. ”Ah, but-,” Dolores said in a simpering voice, ”-I have my ways, Milord. And there are those that still owe me a favor or two”