Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 90 Arrive at Malfoy Manor

Lucius Malfoy is not having an easy time.

Dumbledore has been making things difficult for his son since his son's blow to Harry's reputation.

Moreover, under Dumbledore's pressure, many normally reliable pure-blood allies have become less reliable.

"Lucius, go to bed early, what's the matter, I'll be busy tomorrow."

Narcissa walked into the study, directly closed the ledger in Lucius's hand, and said in an undeniable tone.

"I never knew that Dumbledore had such great energy." Lucius said, rubbing his brows.

"It's not too late now, let's go, it's late at night." Narcissa said, holding her husband's hand.

At this moment, a house elf suddenly appeared.

"What's the matter, Dobby?" Lucius asked a little dissatisfied.

Since he knew that the house elf was unreliable, he arranged for Dobby to watch the gate, but his sudden appearance still made Lucius dissatisfied.

"Someone wants to see you, but he doesn't have an invitation letter. Dobby came to ask the master if he wants to see him." Dobby said aggrievedly, he had no idea why the master hated him.

"Who, do you recognize?" Lucius asked.

"Dobby doesn't recognize him, but Dobby smells the compound potion from him."

The older the family, the more comprehensive the house-elf training. Dobby obviously has extraordinary abilities, but it's a pity that Lucius no longer trusts him.

"It's too late, the other party has pretended again, Lucius..." Narcissa obviously wanted to dissuade him, but Lucius had a different opinion.

"Dobby, you go to the warehouse to stay." After Lucius finished speaking, he called Hera again, "Protect me."

Seeing this, Narcissa wanted to follow, but Lucius refused - he didn't know who the other party was, and it was better to be more cautious.

Bringing the house elf to the gate, he saw a figure hiding in a cloak from a distance. Lucius frowned and was about to ask questions, but the other party spoke first...

"it's me."

There were only two words, but with that tone of voice, how could he not know who it was.

"Hera, inform Narcissa, with the grandest..."

"Don't make a fuss, open the door."

"Yes, Lord... yes."

Regardless of Hera's doubts, Lucius walked towards the gate, looking as if he wanted to do it himself.

Of course Hera didn't allow it, she took a step ahead, but Lucius didn't retreat, and still put his hand on the door-this was just a form, but it represented a lot.

"Call Narcissa, let's meet in the study, without anyone else."

Lucius nodded immediately, and then arranged for Hera to notify the hostess.

Not long after, the two came to the study, opened the door and saw Narcissa.

"This is..." Lucius didn't know how to introduce for a while.

"Long time no see, Narcissa." The man in the cloak took off his hat and said.

Narcissa looked at the person in front of her suspiciously, but she didn't recognize him at all.

"I've changed, Narcissa, but you should remember me." He said confidently.

"You..." Narcissa was still puzzled, but when she noticed this man's arrogant and confident expression, she suddenly trembled, "You are...you are..."

Not knowing whether it was excitement or fear, she didn't say anything for a long time.

"It's me, Voldemort." Voldemort stepped forward, gave her a warm hug, and greeted her with a kiss, and then said softly, "Sorry for causing you trouble again."

Narcissa couldn't come back to her senses in a daze, not because of the sudden visit of the mysterious man, but because of his words... She had never seen the mysterious man so considerate.

"Is Senior Abraxas alright?" Voldemort said to Lucius again, "I've come to visit rashly, I should take the initiative to greet him."

"Father is upstairs, but he is in a very bad condition and is not suitable for seeing guests." Lucius replied cautiously.

"Has he not recovered from the backlash of the curse?" Voldemort asked, frowning.

Of course he knew what old Malfoy had done, and that incident was very close to the point where he harmed the wizarding world.

"Yes, Lord..."

Just as Lucius was about to explain, Voldemort cut him off with his hand.

"You can call me Voldemort, or sir, master is fine, I don't like that address anymore." Voldemort said calmly.

Lucius and his wife looked at each other, but didn't dare to speak for a long time—Voldemort was notoriously moody, and he really didn't dare to try.

"This is an order, Lucius, tell me about your father." Voldemort said a little dissatisfied.

"Yes... yes, sir."

After all, Lucius didn't dare to call Voldemort by his name directly, "A few years ago, my father was still vacillating between sobriety and bewilderment, but these few years he's completely befuddled, and even attacked people indiscriminately, so..."

Voldemort nodded, and said, "I'm not good enough now. I'll see my senior when I recover. Everything he does is for the honor of pure blood."

"The honor of pure blood." The husband and wife said tacitly as if they had received an order.

Voldemort nodded, without commenting, but opened his pocket and took out a crown wrapped in sackcloth.

"Is this... the Ravenclaw diadem?"

Lucius was savvy, he recognized this thing at a glance, and what Voldemort took out was obviously not a fake.

"It's been in my hands for decades. It was hidden in Hogwarts before, but it's not safe there now. It's in your house."

Voldemort then threw the diadem on the desk and let it spin around a few times before stopping.

"Don't touch it lightly, it's just like that notebook, very evil."

Lucius nodded immediately. Of course he didn't dare to touch the things Voldemort gave him - it's okay to give them away.

"Draco has made a lot of progress recently. He and Percy fought back and forth at school, not bad." Voldemort praised again.

The husband and wife immediately had smiling faces, and the child could make them forget the horror.

"There are a few things that need to be arranged."

Voldemort's words immediately made the couple serious.

"Azkaban, arrange your own people there, the strikers there..."

"Bella is learning about the Animagus, providing her with mandrakes, and more..."

"Contact all credible Death Eaters to learn Occlumency, in that way..."

"Percy, let him enter the Ministry of Magic for a short-term internship during the summer vacation, and use his own people he won't resist..."

Telling Lucius the many thoughts in her heart, Narcissa cleverly found a notebook and wrote them down one by one.

During the period, she went out to get some fruit while the two were discussing.

Voldemort also thanked him for this, and Narcissa was obviously not used to Voldemort's politeness, but she still tried to express the emotion that it didn't matter.

"I need a Pensieve. I'll use it right away. It won't be long. I'm leaving when I'm done."

In the end, Voldemort said so.

"Ready for you at once, sir."

Lucius got up, not tired before, but full of energy.

The rational Voldemort made him see the hope of pure blood, and also made him more confident and full of fighting spirit.

Pure blood, pure blood, your glory will shine on the wizarding world again, under the leadership of the Dark Lord... Lucius Malfoy thought so when he went to fetch the Pensieve.

(End of this chapter)