Destroy Your Heart

Hiss—

The heavy stench of blood finally became too much for Nagini to bear. Without waiting for Voldemort's command, its body shot out like lightning. It then climbed a spruce tree thirty feet away, found Karkaroff's lower half hanging from the branches, opened its foul mouth lined with sharp, venomous fangs, and swallowed the half-corpse in a single gulp.

Even the ruthless Death Eaters could barely stomach such a cruel sight. They retreated a little, curling up uneasily, afraid they too would become food for the beast.

Voldemort, on the other hand, found the scene quite entertaining. He chuckled softly, his slit-like nostrils flaring slightly.

"Oh, my dear Nagini, are you starving? Wait. There will be something even more delicious soon."

Voldemort's voice turned sinister as his terrifying red eyes finally fell upon Sparkle and Old Barty Crouch, pale as a corpse.

"Let me do it, Master. I can handle it alone!"

Barty Crouch Jr. immediately understood Voldemort's meaning. He cast a threatening look at the Death Eaters who had just attacked Karkaroff and let out a low, menacing growl.

Madman. A complete madman!

Cold sweat beaded beneath Lucius's hood, yet he could not help feeling a sense of shared doom.

The Crouch family and the Malfoy family were both sacred pure-blood families. Unlike the Malfoy family, the Crouch family had been deeply rooted in the Ministry of Magic for centuries. Even among all families of ancient bloodlines, the Crouches' power and prestige ranked among the greatest. But today, the Crouch family was about to meet its end through a father and son destroying each other.

But they had originally followed the Dark Lord because he had promised to lead them in restoring the glory of pure-blood wizarding families...

"Oh, of course, Barty. This is your moment of glory. No