[HP] The Last Demon King

Outside a gloomy Gothic-style mansion in the fifteenth century, an unremarkable owl flapped its wings and landed on the window sill of a room with dark red curtains on the second floor. It tapped twice on the glass with its downward-curved beak. A thin white hand opened the glass, took away the envelope on the window sill, and the dark red curtains covered it again.

The owl flew away.

In the dark bedroom, only the crucible in the corner made the sound of cooing. Eridins was lying on a recliner by the window, looking at the contents of the letter with a calm face. After a long while, a cluster of flames burst out from her fingertips. , the letter paper burned into ashes in her hand, she folded her five fingers together, and when she opened it again, the palm of her hand was clean.

Aridins got up from the couch and walked out of the bedroom.

In the dark and lengthy corridor, the skull lamps on both sides flickered faintly, and two Death Eaters in black robes were whispering in the distance of the corridor.

After Eridins approached, she realized that one of them was being supported by the other. The one being supported was covered in cold sweat, his face was as white as paper, and his body was still trembling unnaturally.

"Good day, Miss Eridings—" Wheaton saw Eridings first, and quickly withdrew his hand from Reeve's armpit, and bowed to Eridings respectfully. The husband bumped his head against the wall next to him, and his facial features were distorted in pain.

"You idiot—" Reeve scolded, baring his teeth,

Wheaton quickly supported him again.

"What's going on?" Eredines asked.

"Is such that……"

"Go ask the master. If the master doesn't tell you, I can't tell you either." Reeve interrupted Whedon coldly.

Eridins smiled after looking at him for two seconds: "I will. As for you—why don't you go? The Dark Lord said that death eaters who have nothing to do can't stay here for a long time, Mr. Reeve , do you have anything else to do?"

"I'll go right here." Reeve cast a recalcitrant glance at Eridins, shook off Whedon's support, and walked slowly by himself, leaning on the wall.

Eridins took a step forward and continued to walk in. After a while, hurried footsteps sounded behind her, and she didn't turn her head.

"Miss Eridings... I am laughing at you, Reeve is just too grumpy..." Whedon smiled flatteringly, and followed Eridings.

Seeing that Eridins didn't speak, and didn't look impatient, he beamed with joy, and began to answer the question she asked before.

"The master told Reeve to go...well, to invite a family, but it's fine if Reeve didn't invite anyone, and also alarmed the Aurors around, so the master was very angry... I don't know which family it is. .”

"What about you?"

"I'm not qualified to meet the master yet." Whedon showed a humble smile on his round face, "My job now is to clean the mansion."

Eridins nodded slightly, "Go ahead and work hard."

With a smile on his face, Wheaton bent over to Eridings again, and watched Eridings leave with a smile on his face.

In front of a double door that was far more luxuriously decorated than the other doors, Eridins stretched out her fingers and tapped lightly on it.

After a while, the side door opened automatically, and the light inside the room was dark like the style of the whole house. A lit candle stood on the desk, and the candle light flickered due to the wind that opened the door.

Voldemort sat in a dark armchair against the backlight, and seemed to be distracted, but a giant snake crawling at his feet raised its head and stared at Eridins quietly.

Compared with Nagini, Dartley is also considered slender and thin.

Seeing Nagini, Eridings couldn't help but think of Datterie, whom she had left at Hogwarts, and who would have to live alone for a while before she had a chance to pick him up.

"Father, Umbridge has the latest news from the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort said nothing, still absent-minded, but Eridins knew he was listening.

After reporting the information sent by Umbridge in the letter to Voldemort, Eridins did not leave immediately. After a while, Voldemort's indifferent voice came from above her head: "How is your spell practice?"

Eridins raised her eyelids and saw that he was stroking Nagini's snake's head once and for all, and looking at her with red eyes that shimmered in the dim light.

"The three unforgivable curses are all proficient, and the flying curse is still in practice."

"Practice hard, and soon you will have a chance to fight. The Loyalty Curse cannot make some people shrink for a lifetime." Voldemort said coldly.

Aridins didn't leave immediately, she believed that Voldemort hadn't finished speaking, and sure enough, after a while, Voldemort spoke again: "What do you think of the current Death Eaters?"

Aritins looked at him, and Voldemort's mouth twisted into a sneer: "We all know that the current Death Eater team is a bunch of rabble. What is annoying is that I have no other choice but this group of trash."

"I and all of Selwyn are at your command."

Voldemort suddenly laughed in a low voice, "Eridins, you and your uncle are as good as you are." The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, half a smile, his expression was like looking at an ant Building the castle, "Do you know why I let you lie and make small moves behind your mouth?"

"Because you are my daughter, my closest blood," said Voldemort softly, his red eyes gleaming with malice, "because you are me...I am you."

Voldemort stood up from the chair and walked up to Eridins. A dark purple stick tip raised her chin: "It is inevitable to be rebellious when you are young...but I hope you can understand as soon as possible, we One, you are my only descendant, you don't have to do some little tricks in private to make me unhappy, because everything I have will be yours in the near future. Why not wait patiently? "

After Aritins was silent for a while, a line of words appeared in the air: "I'm sorry, father."

"I forgive you, my daughter." Voldemort said softly, the candle flickering slightly, and the look in Voldemort's eyes could not be seen clearly. "A father will always forgive his child's mistakes—as long as she knows how to repent."

At the beginning of August, the potion that Eridins had been brewing for two months finally succeeded.

The cauldron was bubbling and bubbling, and the light blue potion kept churning in the cauldron. Eridins stood in front of the crucible and looked at the potion inside, not knowing what to think.

After a while, she picked up a small glass bottle containing a strand of black hair from the workbench, and poured the hair inside.Then, Eridins took the knife at the side and cut a strand from her own hair and threw it in as well.

flutter--

A beam of flames seven or eight inches high exploded suddenly, and within a short moment, the flames returned to the crucible. The light blue potion began to change, and the bubbling foam became more violent. After a few minutes, the foam began to disappear, and the potion changed. The color also stopped, and finally - stayed in white.

White--

She and Blake are not related by blood.