He's Already Dead!!

Bang!

Perhaps Voldemort had kicked someone, or perhaps he had pointed his wand at someone.

That person fell to the ground.

Voldemort shouted, "You, go check whether he's dead!"

Using the faint light, Darren secretly glanced at the person approaching.

Just like in the original story, it was still Narcissa.

Darren immediately restored his face to its original appearance.

He wondered when Voldemort would discover that he had nearly killed his own bloodline.

Narcissa used both hands to turn Darren onto his back.

She seemed to be checking whether Darren was dead.

But when she saw Darren's face, her eyes nearly widened in shock.

She let out a small sob.

Fortunately, in this environment, no one found anything strange about her reaction.

Narcissa sniffled as she lifted Darren's eyelids, then listened for his heartbeat.

When she found that there truly was none, a look of despair appeared on her face.

"Is he dead?"

Voldemort asked again.

Narcissa suddenly turned to look at Voldemort. Her gaze was filled with despair and sorrow.

And a trace of mockery.

"He's dead!"

she said softly.

The Death Eaters finally erupted into cheers.

For a moment, red and white lights shot wildly through the Forbidden Forest as Voldemort cried out loudly.

"Did you see that? Harry Potter has finally died by my hand! This time, no one will ever be able to stop me again!"

Narcissa seemed to smile.

She said quietly, "Master, there's still Darren Potter!"

Voldemort burst into loud laughter.

"It seems Lord Voldemort must make a solemn declaration here first: Darren Potter is Lord Voldemort's bloodline.

"When this news is revealed to the wizards, they will understand that Darren Potter will always belong to Lord Voldemort!"

Voldemort laughed loudly. All the Death Eaters cheered, every one of them wearing joyous smiles.

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