The leader of HP arrives

Joyce was attacked not far from Malfoy Manor, and in exchange for killing a small group of Kindred, he had to pay with his own arm.When the Sanguine returned to Malfoy Manor, he was covered in blood, and his aging and haggard appearance shocked Draco greatly. Fortunately, as long as he was nourished by enough blood, such injuries would recover quickly.

"The spokesperson of the Ministry of Magic has just denied the rumors about the Blood Race attacking the venue." Lucius flipped through the letter that the owl had just sent, "Fudge wrote to ask for your thoughts, Master. He expects to be able to pass the negotiation with the Blood Race, Keep the peace in the wizarding world of England."

"Negotiation—" Joyce snorted coldly, and walked out of the bathroom, except for his pale and almost transparent skin, he didn't look much different from usual, "What a considerate proposal, of course, Of course they are happy to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic. Sit down and drink a glass of red wine, chat about the recent weather, the family is short and so on, how noble and elegant the vampire is, just like what has been described countless times in Muggle novels, strictly abiding by etiquette and romanticism Life, full of pity and guilt for human beings in a long life—"

The corners of the Slytherin's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, and the white fangs gleamed coldly, "Of course Christina is willing to have a good chat, just like Muggles are always patient before a sumptuous dinner." Please pray."

Lucius pursed the corners of his lips helplessly. Even though he had heard the blood clan's declaration of war with his own ears, Fudge still made such a self-deceiving suggestion.Not only the Ministry of Magic, wizards in almost the entire British wizarding world have lost their fighting instincts.After Dumbledore insisted on expelling the black magic from the British border, after Hogwarts canceled the combat course, after the Ministry of Magic has banned the unforgivable and collected most of the spell notes under the pretext, magical creatures have been introduced repeatedly. After the Protection Act, the wand in the hands of British wizards has been completely reduced to a tool to please children and direct housework.

Dongfang Bubai did not speak.Since entering this room, he has remained silent, but his slightly frowned eyebrows became tighter.The Elder Wand kept vibrating in his palm, which made him feel restless and anxious.After returning to Malfoy Manor, this feeling became more and more distinct, as if someone was watching everything from an invisible corner.He stood up abruptly from the sofa, and stretched out his hand to tear open the heavy curtains. The bright sunlight shone in through the glass, scorching black marks on Joyce's pale skin.

But Joyce didn't seem to feel the pain, and he even took a step towards the window, wanting to see the wizard standing outside.

Standing outside the window was a young man with silver and green embellished Slytherin wizard robes, short black hair, and fair skin, giving him a Slytherin-like aristocratic temperament.Joyce's pupils contracted, and the boy had a pair of blood-colored eyes, like the most noble gemstones. He knew these eyes and this face, "My Els, Elswarn—" he subconsciously said Turning his head to look at Dongfang Bubai, these are two similar faces, because they originally belonged to the same person, but now——

Joyce's eyes were bewildered, which made him look more like a young wizard than a kindred who lived nearly a thousand years ago.Dongfang Bubai shook his wrist, and the heavy curtains were rolled up, and the soft velvet wrapped the whole body of the blood race, and also resisted the burning of the sun.The tumbling cloth also obscured the sight of the platinum nobleman. When the heavy curtain fell again, the boy outside the window had disappeared.He was like a ghost, a phantom, quietly disappearing into the sunlight, as if he had never appeared in Malfoy Manor.

Dongfang Bubai's tightly pursed lips moved slightly, and slowly spit out a name, "Abraxas——"

The largest portrait of Abraxas has always been hung on the wall facing the entrance of the study room. Of course, out of concern for Lucius' inheritance of the family when he was young, he also ordered the house elves to hang portraits of various sizes all over the entire Maldives. Fu Manor.Usually at this time, old Malfoy would always return to the portrait in the study, just like every old Malfoy, he was responsible for teaching Draco the common sense that many Slytherin nobles needed to know.

The door of the study room was slightly closed, Dongfang Bubai stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.The portrait of Abraxas still hangs on the wall, such as Lucius's lighter gray-blue eyes smiling, as if welcoming everyone who visits.But he was no longer able to personally welcome the guests. A long and narrow scratch tore through the entire oil painting, even leaking out of the beige wooden frame behind the canvas.Lucius' heart constricted violently, squeezed out a painful choke from his throat, turned around and rushed out of the study.

Dongfang Bubai's face darkened, uncontrollable magic power swept the entire study, and the almost substantive magic pressure made Joyce feel like he was having difficulty breathing.Dongfang Invincible seldom has such anger. Even after being repeatedly betrayed by Snape and deceived by Joyce, even if he once again gave up his dignity with his own hands, even if he met his former subordinates in Azkaban, he still maintained his dignity. With the last calm.

In his last life, he had endured too much suffering and torture, so now he can look at the ups and downs of fate more calmly, and endure the hardships of life more calmly.But it doesn't mean that he can endure anyone hurting the platinum nobleman. Lucius Malfoy is his only weakness, the last reverse scale, which cannot be touched.

"The child just now, that's my little El—" The sudden suffocation awakened the Slytherin vampire, and the blank expression disappeared from the vampire's eyes, replaced by a blood-colored ferocity, and the vampire's sharp nails protruding Pointing, "Tell me, who is it, my El, and what did they do to you?"

"What you saw was not Ellswarn." The chaotic magic power slowly returned to calm, and Dongfang Bubai was silent for a long time, so long that Joyce thought he would not speak again, "That's just a Horcrux .What you are looking at is just me once, a discarded memory.”

The platinum noble's heavy footsteps came from behind, he turned around slowly, and saw Lucius standing behind him.

"I've checked all the portraits—" Lucius didn't continue, but Dongfang had already guessed the answer.What the magic portrait relies on is just relying on the power of magic to preserve the last ray of soul energy left by the wizard in this world through oil painting.In fact, the magic portrait is like a simple horcrux, but the soul piece in it is too small, unable to protect itself under the attack of black magic.Abraxas had returned to Merlin's arms, and what was left in Malfoy Manor was nothing but the most ordinary Muggle oil paintings.

The platinum nobleman's face was a little pale, his eye sockets and the tip of his nose were slightly red and swollen, but his eyes were calm.This reminded him of the day Abraxas died of illness, when he stepped into the Malfoy Manor, Lucius, who was just in the fifth grade, greeted him calmly and swore his allegiance to the Malfoy family.It was also on this day that he tagged Lucius.It's hard to imagine how a boy who has not yet graduated from Hogwarts, after losing the protection of his parents, struggles to guard the family, and with his meager strength, he bears the pressure that many adult wizards cannot bear.

He couldn't help but stretched out his fingers to rub the wet corners of Lucius' eyes. The warm liquid moistened his fingertips, and the temperature spread all the way to his heart, causing unspeakable pain.He lowered his head slowly, kissed the platinum nobleman's lips with pale tooth marks, and whispered in a soothing child's voice, "Don't be afraid, I am here, I will never let anyone hurt you, hurt Draco— —”

Dongfang Bubai's chest was warm, and so was his voice. Lucius sighed softly, and hugged the body tightly, "I know, I always knew. My master, my lover."

On the morning when the blood clan declared war, Joyce was ambushed and attacked outside the manor. Under the eyes of Gellert and Fenrir, someone sneaked into the study and destroyed the portrait of Abraxas. Didn't even have time to escape.This cast a shadow over everyone's minds, and the ensuing visit from Dumbledore and Snape made Gellert's face especially ugly.

"I'm sorry, Lucius, I heard about your father." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, glanced at Gellert and Fenrir who was standing behind Gellert, and remained calm Returning to Dongfang Unbeaten, "I've already reminded you, Tom, the blood race is a greedy and evil creature." But it was obviously not a good time to pursue responsibility, the old wizard hesitated for a moment, "We need to have a good talk Talk, Gellert. Time is running out, you know, we have to do something—"

"Go and see Drake." Gellert was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the restless Fenrir, and finally nodded, "Let's go to the reception room."

"Damn Gryffindor," Dumbledore's back disappeared into the corridor, the werewolf shook his fist vigorously, and focused on another guest.Snape looked more scruffy than ever, with stained black robes, messy and greasy hair, and a tired face. This gloomy look that should have made Hogwarts little wizards daunting, in the luxurious Malfoy Manor In the background, there seems to be an inexplicable sadness and loneliness.Fenrir frowned, Snape's black eyes were dull and blank, such a potions professor couldn't arouse the werewolf's fighting spirit at all, he could only snort forcefully, and strode upstairs To take care of little Malfoy.

"Severus——" Dongfang Bubai glanced at the silent potions professor, and the platinum noble's fingers quietly climbed up his sleeves, he couldn't help but pause, "You seem to need a rest, Sne Pu. You can wait here for Dumbledore to come down, and the house-elf will give you everything you need."

"I'm sorry, Lucius—" The warm air of Malfoy Manor produced a sore sting on the dry and tired eyeballs, Severus choked up, and moved from the intertwined fingers of the two with difficulty Open your eyes, "If there is anything I need to do—"

"Just one thing." The deep, rich voice of the Slytherin came out of the hall. "Tell me where your predecessor, Horace Slughorn, is now."