Under Voldemort's gaze, the students lowered their heads one after another, their expressions gaining a measure of hesitation as they wondered how to deal with the situation before them.
Voldemort naturally took in every trace of hesitation on their faces.
This was Voldemort's final attempt, and a particularly important one.
He knew very well that hesitation meant there was a possibility of wavering, and that was exactly what he wanted to see.
In truth, from the very beginning, he had never intended to persuade every Slytherin.
As long as some of the Slytherins compromised first, he was fully confident that the rest would soon follow those around them and turn to his side.
He had already made similar arrangements when he infiltrated Hogwarts and recruited Slytherin students as Death Eaters.
"Reclaim the home that belongs to us..." Voldemort's gaze swept over Vincent Crabbe.
Like the other Slytherin students, Vincent Crabbe abruptly lowered his head when he felt Voldemort's gaze.
His breathing grew heavy, and his body began trembling involuntarily. He did not dare meet Voldemort's eyes.
Smiling, Voldemort turned his gaze to Draco Malfoy. "Isn't that only natural?"
Unlike the other Slytherin students, Draco did not avoid Voldemort's gaze. He even met Voldemort's eyes directly.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. In Draco's eyes, he saw neither reverence nor fear—only scrutiny and dissatisfaction.
Setting aside Draco's current expression, his features alone reminded Voldemort of one of his servants. "You are... Lucius Malfoy's child?"
Draco raised an eyebrow as well and slowly nodded. "That's right. I'm Draco Malfoy."
After saying that, he even shifted his posture, crossing one leg over the other and folding his arms across his chest. He tilted his chin up slightly and continued staring Voldemort down.
No matter who faced him, Draco's posture and expression at that moment radiated