The leader of HP arrives

The pool water that had been standing still overnight was still under the action of magic, and a mist with a rich and warm fragrance rose. The body of the man immersed in the water suddenly bounced, and then his standard figure without a trace was completely reflected in the magic mirror. Along with the low hum of the air, the sound of china and glass shattering roared throughout the bathroom.

There are many kinds of beginnings of time travels, but the results of most time travels are the same.No one could have expected that when one of the most prominent figures in power in the British wizarding world, the only heir to Slytherin and the master of the Death Eaters, His Royal Highness the Dark Lord woke up from the bathtub after being physically and mentally exhausted again, this Merlin preset The trajectory of fate began to take a fork in the road.

There was no Death Eater meeting today.Dumbledore is stirring the sticky donut oatmeal and listening to his subordinates' reports. The tyrannical Dark Lord killed his own master this morning. Now that Voldemort's manor has gathered all the panicked Death Eaters, maybe we should take the opportunity Sneak attack and catch them all.

"I would like to know exactly what happened, Frank." Dumbledore threw the spoon back on the plate and looked at his loyal subordinates. "The Dark Lord is cruel, cruel, and his failure is doomed, but our recent casualties are also very serious." serious."

"But—this is a very good time—"

"I have a document that I want you to see, Principal Dumbledore." The witch wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses appeared on the stairs, and McGonagall interrupted the argument with a Scottish accent without any ups and downs. .

"Would you like some sweet porridge, Frank?" Dumbledore glanced at the witch who walked in from behind the glasses. She had a serious face as usual, and her calm face made it impossible to guess what was going on. Coincidentally, it was she who deliberately interrupted Frank's argument.

"No need, I think Iris is still waiting for me to go back." The young Mr. Longbottom rubbed his hair shyly and disappeared into the fireplace.

"I want you to see this bill, Headmaster Dumbledore, which St. Mungo's just sent—"

"I know—I know, McGonagall." The old wizard pushed away the plate tiredly, and finally let go of his unchanging smile, "We have long been unable to pay St. Mungo's medical bills, and this is not news—I I'll figure it out."

"What if the Ministry of Magic suddenly wants to review Hogwarts' funding?" McGonagall obviously understands what the old wizard called "finding a way". "The difference in the amount is too big—"

"That's something to worry about in the future, McGonagall. But wizards in the Order of the Phoenix must get proper medical care, which is the most important thing right now." We can credit St. Mungo's, but we can't give to families who have lost husbands and sons Writing the IOU, Dumbledore sighed silently, "I will ask Fox to give us as many tears as possible to treat seriously injured patients, which can save a lot of expenses."

Minerva McGonagall, a single female wizard in her late twenties.Even in the Muggle world where late marriage is popular, a 40-year-old woman should have married and had children long ago. Dumbledore looked at the old-fashioned witch with her hair curled up in front of her for a while, rubbing the corners of her eyes tiredly, " Thank you, Minerva, just leave the file on my desk, and I'll look at it sometime. By the way, Elphinstein sent an invitation yesterday, hoping that Hogwarts will send a representative to attend—”

The witch in an old-fashioned dark green robe raised her eyebrows, glanced at the pile of documents that had piled up long ago, put the folder in her hand on the top, turned and left in silence before Dumbledore said the contents of the letter.

The green cloth disappeared into the spiraling downward corridor, and Dumbledore could only helplessly push his glasses and stuff the parchment back into the almost full bottom drawer.Elphinstein Ergott, Chief of the Review Practice Section of the Ministry of Magic, Minerva McGonagall's former boss, and it was this Ravenclaw who had acquainted with him several times that convinced him to hire McGonagall Grid as a Transfiguration professor.Urgot had some inexplicable affection for this subordinate who was almost half his age, and it was because of this that he was able to embezzle funds from Hogwarts to fill the shortfall of the Order of the Phoenix.

But this is not a long-term solution. With the growth of the Death Eaters team, many officials of the Ministry of Magic who did not graduate from Slytherin have chosen to retire early, not to mention that Urgot is approaching the legal retirement age.The plate containing the sweet porridge disappeared on the desk. Dumbledore took a deep breath and reached out to open the folder full of St. Mungo's bills.

At this moment, in the extremely luxurious Voldemort Manor, the wealthy Death Eaters are far more anxious than the debt-ridden Dumbledore, especially the pale corpse being placed in the corner of the hall.

"Lestrange, you were on duty here last night, what happened?"

It was a tall and straight middle-aged man, he just got his second son just a few days ago, but now this joy has been washed away without a trace.

"Last night, I accompanied my master and several officials from the Ministry of Magic to the banquet. After I came back, Thornell had prepared everything for my master, so I went back to my room to rest." Lestrange's gaze stayed on On the pale corpse, it wasn't the Death Curse or Cruciatus, but two pieces of broken glass shot through the eyeballs and into the brain with precision.It seems that this is a new killing method invented by the master. It has more visual impact and a sense of terror than the silent death curse and the Cruciatus that directly affects the soul.

"What happened after that?" Malfoy reminded Lestrange, who seemed to have not calmed down from the panic, quietly clenched his right hand hanging by his leg, and held a bottle of Fling on his fingertips. agent.

"Nothing happened after that. It was about five o'clock in the morning—at least not six o'clock. I suddenly heard a huge shattering sound, as if countless glass bottles were exploding at the same time." Lestrange's Adam's apple I squirmed up and down a few times, and continued with difficulty, "When I put on my clothes and found the bathroom on the fourth floor, the owner had already left, and only Sonel was left lying there. The entire bathroom was blown up, and there were debris and blood everywhere. Just out of his eyes—" He chokes, "like a fountain—"

There were a few slight gasps in the hall. Everyone present had personally seen the deeply sunken horror eyes on Sonnell's corpse. Lestrange's description made everyone shiver involuntarily.

"Kaka, come out." Lucius remembered the blood stains everywhere in the bathroom, took a deep breath quietly to calm himself down, and snapped his fingers to summon the house elves from Voldemort's Manor.The master didn't like house-elves, so he rarely let them appear in sight, and he knew very little about the house-elves at Voldemort's estate.Kaka was the only name he remembered. It was this house elf who suddenly appeared one night a year ago that prevented his drunken-eyed self from accidentally breaking into the magic circle of Voldemort's manor.

A trembling house-elf appeared in the hall, its trembling green head was almost touching the floor, and the nearest Death Eaters subconsciously held their breath and took a few steps back.There was a deep wound on Kaka's drooping forehead, and blood stains on his palms and arms. In addition to the oily pillow cover on his body, it exuded a suffocating smell.

"I order you to tell me what happened just now, where is the master now?" The strange smell on his face made Lucius' face pale, but he just frowned and stood still.

"Honorable Mr. Malfoy - great master, great master is in the bedroom, great master is - bad Kaka, unruly, great master does not allow house-elfs to talk to noble gentlemen, Kaka For spying on the great Heir of Slytherin, bad Kaka, Kaka must punish herself—" The shrill voice escaped from the house-elf's throat, but quickly disappeared into another quick mutter, and Kaka forcefully He hit his head on the floor, and soon the wound on his forehead became bloody.

"What is Master doing in the bedroom?" Lucius looked away from Kaka's bloody face, trying to suppress the nausea that was about to move, "What is Master doing now, is there anyone else in the room?"

"The great master is alone, here—" Kaka suddenly stopped and slammed his head on the floor, "Bad Kaka, it's not enough, Kaka even talks about the great master, Kaka must put Put your own ears in the oven—"

"Wait, Kaka—very good, go down, prepare some drinks and snacks, remember to be quiet—and get Mr. Sonnell away from here." Lucius glanced at the crumbling house The elf can only give up and continue the interrogation.Obviously, if you continue to ask, Kaka will probably chop off his head on the cutting board in the kitchen.For the modern wizarding society, house elves are considered an expensive luxury. With the decline of alchemy, life alchemy has long been a legend.Even Nick Flamel couldn't refine a goblin into a house-elf, maybe he thought about it, but goblins control Gringotts, which is equivalent to controlling the economic lifeline of half of the magic world, he Not so crazy.Therefore, the current house-elves are truly "domestic". Except for a very small number of free house-elves, they can only exist in ancient and powerful magic buildings, and reproduce by giving birth to offspring. And the simplest conditions for emerging nobles.

For this reason, the Death Eaters even had to give up their plan to build a new Voldemort Manor, and could only buy the current manor from a down-and-out Hufflepuff family and transform it into the headquarters of the Death Eaters.The heir of Slytherin can only live in a converted manor. Perhaps this is the real reason why the master doesn't like the house elves appearing in front of him.

Lucius slowly exhaled the turbid air in his lungs, watched the pool of black and red blood slowly disappear on the floor, then looked around at the Death Eaters, "I think someone needs to go and see what the master has. need."

Unsurprisingly, what responded to him were faces of panic and resistance.The young Malfoy patriarch raised his chin, and a disdainful smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, "I don't think anyone minds if I monopolize this honor?"

"Of course, the master has always loved you, Malfoy, you'll be fine." Wearing a pleated coat, McNeil, who looked like he didn't sleep in his bed last night and didn't have time to tidy up his appearance in the morning, hesitated for a moment. But Lucius' eyes just stopped on his face, so this man who had been tired all night had to pull himself together to please this rookie in the magic world.

"I hope to bring good news to you all." Lucius straightened his collar for the last time, carried the magnificent snake-headed staff handed down in his family, walked up the stairs lightly, and swallowed it in a corner where no one could see. Felicia in the palm of your hand.

This was a dangerous move, Lucius pressed his left chest, trying to calm down his heartbeat.The death of his father has had a lot of impact on Malfoy, at least Malfoy can no longer exist side by side with his master.It is true that the master indulges himself more than anyone else, at least until now he has not been punished by heartbreaking, maybe it is because of the memory of his father, maybe because he is good enough and cautious, but undoubtedly, this kind of unreasonable behavior Pampering doesn't last long, especially as the owner becomes increasingly ruthless.His father's choice made Malfoy stand on the side of the Death Eaters with no way out. If he wants to maintain Malfoy's glory and wealth, he still needs something, something closer, closer, and more closely related to his master. The Malfoy family has become a special existence that cannot be easily abandoned.

"Sissy, wish me good luck." Lucius kissed the photo of his beloved fiancée in the pendant, then put the necklace back into his collar, took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs quickly.

Apart from the bathroom and the master bedroom on the fourth floor, there is only one study room. As we all know, the master always likes to meet his subordinates directly in the study room after waking up in the morning. The door between the bedroom and the study room is never locked.Lucius released a silence for himself, and then stepped on the carpet in the study carefully. It still looks like last time. It seems that the owner has not been here today, and of course the hidden small door There is no lock, but it is covered up casually, leaving only a thin crack.

Our poor Malfoy chief looked around the empty study and had to give up his pride and bend over on his hips and knees to bring his eyes to the gap.Recalling the turning point in the future, Lucius thanked Merlin more than once. On that day, he happened to have Snape's newly made golden elixir on him. Merlin bless that owl just bursting into the bedroom—

Well, let's go back to the scene, Lucius is peeking at his master indecently from the crack of the door.

His Royal Highness the Dark Lord was just wearing a half-wet bathrobe and sitting cross-legged on the bed strangely. From the crack in the door, he could only see his pale and painful face, and his bloodless lips trembled visibly, as if he was suffering a lot. pain of.Then, the Dark Lord, who had been maintaining this posture, slowly opened his eyes. His blood-colored eyes were cold and indifferent, as if the physical pain could not reach his eyes at all.

Lucius thought maybe he should call his family doctor, but the Dark Lord's next move dispelled his idea completely.

The handsome and fit Duke of Darkness took off his only bathrobe, and because of the change in posture, Lucius finally saw the golden glittering object between the Dark Lord's fingers, which was a small handful of sewing needles.Then His Royal Highness the Dark Duke glanced regretfully at the huge full-length mirror in the room, and pressed a pure gold sewing needle on his chest, followed by the back of his neck, behind his ears, his lower abdomen... a small handful of sewing needles Soon it disappeared strangely under the skin——

There was a strange scene in the room, a dozen sewing needles disappeared under the pale and smooth skin, except for the blood drops, the Duke of Darkness looked at the image in the mirror with a cold expression, and the smooth and smooth skin did not look strange , but the pure gold sewing needle did disappear into the body.

Perhaps checking the position of the sewing needle, the Dark Duke's fingers slowly advanced to touch the wound on the lower abdomen, and then—

After all the dust settled, Lucius thought countless times, what would have happened if he hadn't seen this scene at the time.However, Merlin's will never shifts because of the individual.

The Dark Lord's slender fingers finally rested between his crotch, the trembling fingers hesitated for a moment, then moved slowly.The black hair was loose and covered most of the expression, the pale lips were panting slightly, and the taut body line showed a mysterious and confusing beauty.

As if being tempted by a demon, Lucius involuntarily moved his eyes closer to the crack of the door. The snake-headed staff in his hand inadvertently touched the wooden door, and the whole door shook undetectably.Lucius was startled, and subconsciously held on to the shaking doorknob. Under the effect of the Silencing Charm, this short process did not make any sound.

Maybe it was just an illusion caused by the potion, the young Malfoy patriarch silently slapped his cheek, and finally decided to muster up the courage to take another peek, but the bright stains on the carpet not far away completely broke Lucius's mind. expect.

Although the Silencing Curse continued to work, His Royal Highness the Dark Lord inside the door still keenly looked sideways at the study, and stood up with his bathrobe folded, as if he was about to come over to check in person.Lucius held his breath hard, hating the advanced and complex defense system of Voldemort Manor so much, it would be great if I could disappear into thin air immediately, even if I appeared in Dumbledore's office.

The effect of the Felicity Elixir finally appeared. An owl appeared in the sky according to Merlin's will, and rushed towards the wooden door of the study without any hesitation, diverting the Dark Lord's attention.Fortunately, Lucius released three or four superimposed silencing spells on himself, and rushed downstairs at a speed unique in his life.

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