The leader of HP arrives

fighting

"There hasn't been a werewolf in Malfoy Manor, whether it's a pure-blood werewolf or a half-blood werewolf." Lucius clenched the wand in his hand and raised his voice slightly, "No decent Slytherin would Allow werewolves to appear on their estate."

"Slytherin wizards always like to lie, there is nothing cute about this kind of insincerity." Mulgraf flipped his wrist, turned and pointed the long sword at Severus, "You think so too, Sne Mr. Pu?"

"Lucius may rescue a pure-blooded werewolf, but he will never take in an uncontrolled werewolf in his manor." Severus' Adam's apple twitched, trying to make his tone sound calm and pleasant Letter, "No Slytherin would put his heir under such a threat."

Mulgraf twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a disdainful smile at Severus' lines, and his sharp fangs protruded out of his lips with the smile, which distorted the originally handsome face of the blood prince.

"You are afraid, my dear ally. You are very smart, you used magic to cut off the thread left by the werewolf. But, you forgot one thing, Lucius, the dirty smell of werewolf is everywhere here." Mulgraf slowed down his voice, "Do you know about ghouls? Ghouls are lower creatures than the lowest vampires. They can only live in the bottom of the tomb, without consciousness or reason, and can only hide in Gnawing on rotting corpses in dark corners. Nevertheless, ghouls are still members of the blood clan, and their nature will drive them to follow the stink of werewolves to find their old enemies. Do you want to try this feeling, Lu Hughes?"

"I'm sorry, but—" Lucius deliberated for a suitable excuse, but a tall figure rushed out of the corridor flashed in his sight.This made the platinum noble's eyes twitch, and he threw out Cruciatus to force the vampire in front of him back.Werewolves and vampires have been enemies since ancient times. Obviously, the two Slytherin wizards overestimated Fenrir's IQ and patience.The werewolf, who hadn't waited for Lucius to bring a reply, rushed into the corridor with the coffin on his shoulders, and almost completed his transformation while running.

"Dirty werewolf." Mulgraf snorted coldly, recognized the transforming wizard, and slashed at Fenrir's shoulder with a sharp blade.The sword edge slashed across the werewolf's shoulder, bringing out a flower of blood, and then cut deeply into the gorgeous coffin. With a slight shattering sound, the coffin on the werewolf's shoulder smashed a sunken mark on the floor .

This made Mulgraf hesitate for a moment, and his eyes stayed on the coffin. Fenrir took the opportunity to complete the transformation, and swung his sharp claws towards the blood race's chest.

"Stupid werewolf." Mulgraf snorted coldly, slid a step to the left, dodged the death curse shot by Severus, and blocked the werewolf's arm with the long sword across his chest with his backhand.

"Master—" The slight friction sound of the door being opened abruptly interrupted the tense atmosphere. Standing in front of him in a white robe with loose black hair to his waist, Severus murmured in a choked voice , I felt like my heart was tightly clenched by an invisible palm, causing a severe suffocation and pain.

"I'll take you home, J." Mulgraf reached out and pushed open the loose lid, revealing the withered corpse lying inside.Like a corpse that has been burned by fire, the arms seem to be broken off, and they are placed on both sides of the body in a strange posture. Even wearing a gorgeous magic robe can hardly conceal the carbonized skin color under the cloth.

"I know this must hurt, but don't worry, I will cure you, J." Mulgraf bent down and picked up the carbonized corpse, whispering like a loving father coaxing his beloved child to sleep Promise, "For you, it's just a sleep and a long nightmare. When you wake up, I promise, everything will be fine."

"Mulgraf." Dongfang Bubai glanced at the corpse that had been gently put back into the coffin by the blood prince, and looked at the blood sword's long sword coldly, "I don't want to use force today, leave Joyce behind and leave here."

"Despite having a godlike appearance, such a bluffing expression is not as cute as Joyce." Mulgraf sighed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cruel, "The magic power in your body is probably only Can you cast a few petrification spells? Such an overconfident wizard is really annoying."

"I always thought you were an eyesore. You're a half-blood wizard, but you have the same face as Ellsvaughn." Mulgraf slowly shook out a handkerchief and wiped off the dirt on the long sword. Werewolf blood, "If it wasn't for this face, J wouldn't have come to London, if it wasn't for this face, he wouldn't have returned to the wizarding world, if it wasn't for this face - all because of you, my most beloved The child is broken."

"Of course, I can't put all the blame on you." Mulgraf sneered, and the snow-white long sword drew an arc in the air, pointing directly at Dongfang Bubai's throat, "I originally thought that as long as you are like a prophecy, It’s fine to just disappear like in the picture, but now it looks like I’ve indulged J too much. Now, it’s time for the game to end.”

The long life of the blood race means the powerful strength honed by time. Dongfang raised his eyebrows and glanced at his red-stained sleeves. The long sword didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, but still cut a deep line on his arm. mouth.The magic power showed no sign of recovery at all, Dongfang dodged another round of sword flowers, barely suppressed his inner strength, raised his hand and shot a few silver needles.

The huge strength of the silver needle injected with internal force deflected Mulgraf's long sword, and a silver needle passed through the sword flower and pierced straight to the eyebrow of the blood race.The vampire snorted coldly, took a step back, and slashed at Severus on the other side with his long sword, dodging the flying silver needles with his short body.

"Avada Kedavra!" The vampire's speed was far stronger than that of the wizard's fragile body. Lucius swung his arm and threw a Kedavra curse, but only hit the position behind Mulgraf, leaving a hole on the wall. At the next deep mark, the long sword was still unstoppably slashing towards the potion master.

A loud cry resounded through Malfoy Manor, and Lucius froze for a moment before realizing the violent force filling the entire corridor.Obviously, it was this power that awakened the sleeping Draco.

"Owner--"

Severus stared tremblingly at the back in front of him, it wasn't magic pressure, but this powerful force erupted from the mysterious man, and he couldn't breathe normally due to the pressure.

Dongfang Bubai turned his face slightly and glanced at Severus, a light bloodstain slid across his forehead, and the blood stayed straight along his forehead, congealed on the tip of Severus' nose beads.The internal force erupted from the body like a flood breaking through the dam, and the sound of the meridians being impacted and shattered could almost be heard. Dongfang gritted his teeth and turned his wrist, abruptly breaking the blade held in his palm.

Blood gushed out from the palm, stained the entire sleeve red, and formed a small pool of dark red liquid on the ground.The spell of Avada Kedavra had rushed to his mouth, Lucius waved his arm almost subconsciously, but it didn't delay the movement of the blood clan to straighten his arm and stab out the long sword in the slightest.

The werewolf let out a deep growl, and rushed over to block the terrifying force with his back. Even without the edge of the sword, the long sword still pierced through Fenrir's shoulder blade with the astonishing strength of the vampire, revealing a white face from his chest. A piece of metal.The werewolf swayed for a while, and finally supported the ground with his arms. After enduring such a huge impact, the tall figure half kneeling on the ground still stood between Mulgraf and Dongfang Bubai.

"Dirty werewolf." Mulgraf snorted coldly, shook his arm and wanted to draw out the long sword and stab into the werewolf's heart again, but Fenrir held the sword that pierced through the chest and used this This act of self-mutilation prevented another attack by the vampire.

"you--"

The blood clan's fingers were still on the hilt of the sword, but there was an expression of disbelief on his face.Half of the blade passed through the werewolf's other shoulder, leaving a transparent blood hole on it, and then pierced into his chest.With the spoiler of the metal piercing the heart, the blood splashed out like a fountain uncontrollably.

"Fenrir—Dobby, bring the medical kit here immediately." Mulgraf turned into hundreds of blood-colored bats and fled in all directions. Lucius shot down a few of them with his wand, but in the end it was all in vain. Abandoning the attack, he summoned the house-elf to heal the mortally wounded werewolf.

"Please punish me for my betrayal, Master—" Severus fell deeply on the ground, only the part of his sleeve that was stained red was in sight, the blood dripped down his fingers, and condensed into a full circle at the fingertips Drops of blood, stained red, fell on the floor.

"Severus——" Dongfang Bubai coughed lightly, the mouthful of blood that had been suppressed in his throat seemed to have found an outlet, and the splashed scarlet liquid stained Severus' vision .

"Master, perhaps—Severus is not St. Mungo's doctor though—"

"I order you to stand down, Lucius."

Lucius hesitated for a moment, obeyed Dongfang Bubai's order, quickly left the room, and locked the door from the outer door.

"Lucius?"

"Master, I don't want to see you, Severus Snape." Lucius took a deep breath, and when he turned around, he put on a hypocritical and gorgeous smile, "If, you don't mind, I I have to take care of the poor pure blood werewolf. Otherwise, before you notify the Order of the Phoenix to arrest Fenrir, he will return to Merlin's arms. I don't think the Aurors would like to see an evil Death Eater running away like this Zkaban punishment."

"I'll come again." Severus was silent for a while, realizing that his long stay would undoubtedly bring huge troubles to Malfoy Manor.He deliberated for a moment, and in the end he could only leave his own interspatial bag, and fled the manor before Lucius refused.

Severus's embarrassed back disappeared at the end of the corridor, Lucius was silent for a while, hooked his fingers, and the door was slammed shut.The platinum noble opened the drawer hesitantly, and took out a transparent crystal ball. The magic power was slowly input into the crystal ball along his fingertips, and the hazy smoke diffused in the crystal ball, finally forming a clear picture.

Messy debris was scattered everywhere in the room. On the only mattress that remained intact, the black-haired Slytherin wizard sat cross-legged, his long black hair fluttering in the air without any wind, his closed eyes and the corners of his mouth constantly overflowing Pale blood showed the great pain he endured.

Lucius shuddered, and the fragments that had been deeply buried deep in his memory came to mind. The same pale face, the same posture, and even the same painful expression made him feel a strong sense of unease.

The picture that had been still still seemed to shake for a moment. As the bloody eyes slowly opened, it seemed that some kind of power was absorbed back into the body, and the long black hair fell slowly, covering the entire bare chest scatteredly. .

A flash of blood suddenly flashed, Lucius shuddered subconsciously, his fingers left the crystal ball, and the picture turned into smoke and dissipated.The crystal ball on the table slowly returned to its clear luster, Lucius moved with difficulty and settled himself in a comfortable armchair, raised his hands to cover his eyes.

The splattered blood bloomed like petals on the pure white bed sheet. Although the bloody eyes were as calm as rubies glowing with cold light, the violently trembling body and the deep teeth marks on the lower lip still revealed the intense pain the owner of the body had endured. pain.With a low sob, Lucius stood up abruptly and rushed to the wine cellar in the manor. The strong alcohol anesthetized his nerves, and the last image that remained in his memory was a pure gold letter opener, a pure white bed sheet On the ground, blood flowed down the sharp blade, like a mellow red liquid in a cup.