Chapter 211

Under the shadow of Voldemort's return, Malfoy Manor felt quieter and more oppressive than ever before. Every brick and tile in the estate seemed to speak of the ancient family's glory and its current predicament. Lucius Malfoy, once the epitome of pure-blood aristocracy, now found himself plunged into unprecedented conflict and struggle. Ever since he had personally disposed of Barty Crouch Jr., who had attempted to assassinate Voldemort, Lucius's standing among the Death Eaters had risen significantly. This act had not only won him Voldemort's trust but had also forced other Death Eaters to look at him in a new light. Yet, hidden beneath this success was Lucius's deep-seated anxiety and helplessness. In the luxurious sitting room of Malfoy Manor, Lucius sat alone on the sofa, clutching an exquisite glass tightly. The red wine inside flickered with an alluring sheen in the dim light. However, his gaze remained empty and lost, as if pondering an unspeakable secret. His wife, Narcissa, was standing quietly by the window at that moment, staring out into the pitch-black night sky. Her face was etched with worry and unease; she knew that the struggle and pain within Lucius's heart far exceeded what she could see on the surface.