He subconsciously twitched, and not far from him, the house elf fell to the ground.

"That's enough."

Mr. Florin couldn't help but say, he licked his lips, mustered up the courage to look at the Dark Lord and said: "I don't know, I don't know the answer to your question, and I don't know what to do.

You don’t have to threaten me anymore.”

Mr. Florin didn't know why he was caught here at first.

Until the Dark Lord asked him a question.

About the ancient magic of love.

To be honest, the wizarding world has always been studying the magic of love, but unfortunately, whether it is the magic of love or the unforgivable curse like Avada Kedavra, the industry has been studying it for a long time, but there are also many debates.

Even Florin couldn't give an idea, especially since Mr. Florin was keenly aware that the answer to this question might be related to Harry Potter, and he was even more reluctant to speak out about his problem.

The answer is.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously.

He doesn't need the other person to answer.

He just needs the other person to subconsciously remember the answers to these questions.

It was like he discovered that Mr. Florin knew that he was dealing with Harry Potter.

"Eat."

Voldemort said no more, and signaled that everyone could have their meal.

Draco Malfoy felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He looked at his father frequently. Lucius shook his head imperceptibly at his son, signaling his son not to look at him again.

Voldemort naturally saw this scene, just when he was about to say something.

An unexpected guest came to Malfoy Manor.

A mouse.

Peter Pettigrew!
Chapter completed!