The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

At Malfoy Manor, Lucius was in his study with his eyes closed and meditating.

The last words left by Mo Bai, who had just left, echoed in his ears.

And his last words before leaving.

"Mr. Lucius, don't be on the wrong team."

He opened his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, rolled up his sleeve and exposed his left forearm.

He pulled out the wand and pointed it at his arm. As he chanted the ancient and sinister spell, a twisted mark gradually appeared on his arm.

The mark is black. At first glance, it looks like a twisted symbol. However, upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a skull spitting out a venomous snake.

This is the Dark Mark that is exclusive to the Dark Lord.

He had almost forgotten about this mark in the past few years and had never activated it.

The mark of the black devil emerged, and he instantly felt a vague connection coming from afar.

His heart sank.

The Dark Lord has really revived...

Now that it has been activated, it cannot be ignored.

He sunk his mind into the mark and suppressed his fear to communicate with the other side.

"Lucius..."

Hearing the voice in his head that was as slimy as a viper, he responded, "It's me, Master."

"...You are very nervous..."

"That's the excitement to welcome you, Master."

A sinister laughter came from his mind, "...Come on."

The direction of induction is clearer.

Lucius knew that by following the mark and disapparating, he would be able to reach the Dark Lord's location.

He pondered for a moment, fully activated his Occlumency, and gave orders to his servants.

"Come to see the young master."

"Father, I'm here."

Draco poked his head in. His father had been shutting himself in the study since Mo Bai left.

It made him full of curiosity.

What on earth did Mo Bai say to his father?

The question is, when did Mo Bai become so familiar with his father?

"Draco..."

Lucius stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while, but I don't know what time I'll be back."

"If I'm not back by this time tomorrow, you go find Mo Bai."

Draco looked up sharply.

This doesn't sound very good.

"Father, what are you going to do?"

Lucius shook his head and said nothing, "Just remember this..."

After that, he put on his coat and walked out of the door with his cane.

As soon as he left the confines of the manor, he disappeared.

When Lucius appeared again, he was pressing his forehead and his steps were unsteady.

This disembodiment was the strongest tearing force he had ever experienced, and it almost tore him into pieces.

In other words, the distance this time was farther than he had ever been before.

He glanced at the hem of his windbreaker and saw that there were already tears, which was a sign that he was already separated.

A little further away, what is separated is his body.

This also let him know that this was definitely not in the UK.

Looking around, he found that he was standing in a quiet village, but there were very few people and only a few village women passed by.

In front of him was an ordinary house, and he could feel a familiar and frightening dark magic in it.

He swallowed, maintained his Occlumency to the maximum, and pushed the door open.

The scene in the room gave him chills.

This is a simple private house with a bed facing the door.

At this time, a woman in the room was kneeling in the center of the room with her hands tied, and a chair was placed in front of her.

Lucius knew the person next to the chair. He was Peter Pettigrew, whom the Ministry of Magic was trying to find.

The old mouse saw Lucius and smiled with an unknown meaning.

What made him shudder was what was on the chair.

That's a baby wrapped in a towel...?

There was not a single hair on his body, and his body seemed to have rough scales and was a little red.

The exposed arms were extremely skinny, looking like a malnourished child with a flat snake face, and the red eyes slowly moved towards Lucius.

"You're here...Lucius."

Hearing the familiar voice, he immediately knelt down and bowed his head in salute.

"I finally see you, Master."

"Heh, you're not even as loyal as Wormtail."

He snorted disdainfully.

Even in this state, he still behaves like a demon king.

"Just in time, let me introduce you. This is Bertha Jokins from the Department of Magical Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic. She happened to come to Albania for vacation. We got to know each other by chance."

The woman kneeling on the ground began to tremble.

"I have something I want to talk to her about."

Voldemort stared with big snake eyes, and the majestic dark magic in his thin body poured directly into Bertha Jokins' brain.

The woman screamed, twisted and struggled on the floor, but it was all in vain.

A few minutes passed, and the woman lost her voice with a ferocious expression. Voldemort closed his eyes and sighed.

"I can't even control Legilimency in this state. I didn't want to kill her like this..."

After speaking, he turned to Lucius, "You came just in time. I want to return to England."

"Can you say that again?!"

In the Mo Manor, Hermione stared at Mo Bai with her big round eyes.

Amy, who had been taken home, stared at him with the same gesture.

After being glared at by Mo Bai, he left dejectedly and stuck half of his head out at the door.

Mo Bai didn't have time to care about her, he was a little sweaty now.

"That... I mean, you have to 'separate' from me for a while."

He raised his hands vigorously in quotation marks.

Seeing him like this, Hermione crossed her arms, sat on the chair, and raised her chin.

"reason."

Mo Bai, who remained calm when facing the vampires and werewolves, cleared his throat.

"This matter is about your future."

When it came to serious matters, Hermione's expression became much more serious.

"Let me ask you a question first, do you want to be the Minister of Magic?"

"Of course!"

Hermione didn't hesitate.

"This is not only your idea, but also my goal. There are many regulations in the magic world today that are unreasonable, including regulations related to house elves..."

Mo Bai quickly interrupted, as the little girl never finished talking.

"But the Ministry of Magic will not let a wizard who is related to dark wizards become minister."

Hermione understood instantly.

"You mean the Auror Office is investigating your case? But didn't you say it's impossible to find out anything? And just because of this you have to..."

The four words "break up with me" were spinning in her head but she didn't say them out.

This guy hasn’t officially confessed yet!

"But only a thousand days of being a thief does not mean a thousand days of guarding against thieves. It is said that Scrimgeour in the Auror office is a stubborn person, and he is afraid that if he burrows in, he will find something."

"I can't let your future career be stained in any way."

Mo Bai spread his hands, "I can't kill him, can I?"

Hermione frowned, looking like she was really thinking.

"Don't think about it, don't look at Old Deng being so partial to me. If I dare to take action against the Ministry of Magic, he will definitely personally send me back to Nurmengard to accompany the old man."

"But if you ask me to leave now, aren't you telling Auror that you have a problem and asking me to avoid suspicion? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

"No, I didn't ask you to leave, but you left on your own initiative."

"As for the Aurors, I just want them to think there's something wrong with me."

Hermione stared at Mo Bai, "What on earth are you going to do? Don't hide it from me this time!"

"of course not……"

That afternoon, a burst of extremely powerful magic suddenly erupted in the manor, accompanied by a loud noise.

The magic was gone in a flash.

Afterwards, a carriage left the manor.