[HP] Dark Godfather

The farce that happened in the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic on the afternoon of NO.15 turned into a catastrophe. Twenty foreign wizards, eighteen British Aurora, four members of the Order of the Phoenix, and a number of A suspected Death Eater and an innocent passerby who had been cast under the Imperius Curse were involved in the melee.

No one knows who started the battle first. Although the British Ministry of Magic and the International Department of Magic tried their best to conceal it, many people still learned about the tragedy of the scuffle from various channels: five foreign wizards died, two British Aurora Martyred in line of duty, three discoverable bodies - proven to be innocent passer-by wizards who had been cast with the Imperius Curse and consumed Advanced Polyjuice Potion.

The Department of Mysteries was almost completely destroyed, and many valuable materials were destroyed or disappeared-including the prophecy ball about Voldemort's Trelawney.

The International Department of Magic has been in a stalemate with the British Ministry of Magic. Their actions without the permission of the British Ministry of Magic have aroused strong resentment from the British, and the surviving members of the old devil's arrest team declared that Britain is providing political asylum to the old devil , it was the British intervention that allowed the old devil to escape successfully.

The dispute between the British Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Magic lasted for a whole month, and the atmosphere of the global wizarding community seemed to return to World War II overnight. In the end, under the pressure of many countries, the British could only make certain concessions—Minister of Magic Fudge resigned , a new round of elections will be held in the political arena of the British wizarding community in two months.

At this time, no one cared that Bellatrix and the other three Death Eaters were still at large, and Voldemort was temporarily left behind, and British wizards and politicians were gearing up and full of ambition.They were either preparing for elections or supporting agents, and among them, the activity of the Malfoy family seemed very normal.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy obviously had high expectations for this election. He frequently visited various departments of the Ministry of Magic and generously donated a large sum of money for the reconstruction of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. At the same time, he organized two A major event that won the hearts of the people - the construction of a wizard orphanage and a wizard kindergarten. The former gave him a good reputation as a philanthropist, and the latter allowed him to win the hearts of a large number of wizard mothers, even his old enemy Arthur Weasley. It was discovered that Molly had kept a newspaper clipping of Mr. Malfoy.

Mr. Malfoy's weekly activities are full, and he doesn't even have time to reply to his son Draco Malfoy. Malfoy Manor has to hold a banquet every three days. Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy has already arranged the salon activities Expanding to Austria, she strives to be a model of a high society lady.

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Lucius Malfoy, who is so busy, always thinks of Black's visit at night——

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"Bring off the guys from the Ministry of Magic with a little favor and maintain the status of the Malfoy family. Huh, you will always be just a cash machine for those politicians, Lucius! Don't ask me what a cash machine is, your method is outdated long ago, My cousin..."

That day, Sirius Black said proudly to Lucius, who was suppressed by the high-ranking devil in front of him, "The property of the Malfoy family has shrunk by [-]% in ten years, and you actually used Narcissa's dowry to maintain the property. What a mess you are, Lucius!"

Black snapped his fingers, and a document appeared on the table, "This is the income report of Black's family for the last month, open it and have a look, Lucius, you need to gain insight..."

Lucius Malfoy picked up the document with complicated emotions, flipped through it carefully, and pondered for a while, "The Muggle industry is not on the table, Sirius, the Malfoy family must maintain the pride of pure-blood wizards, otherwise they will lose their current status." status."

"So you have to change direction, Lucius, I thought you would be smarter." Black smiled, retracting the soaring magic pressure, he leaned forward, and looked at Lucius Malfoy carefully, "Since ancient times , Money and power are not separated, Lucius, money is the appearance, power is the substance, the Malfoy family may be glittering, but it lacks a title."

"Platinum nobles never come to the fore, Blake, I think you should understand!" Lucius frowned, "But if you want to go into politics, the Malfoy family will fully support you."

"No, Lucius, you are a qualified politician," Black smiled, "These days people are judged by their appearance, I have been in prison, although it was an unjust prison, but it has a fatal impact on my political career.

"I don't spend time doing things that are doomed to fail, but you are different..." Black stood up and slowly walked around Lucius Malfoy, "Look at you, Lucius, young, noble, Wealthy platinum aristocrats, prominent status, outstanding appearance, happy family, only one obedient pet, the Malfoy family is the model that all wizards yearn for."

Lucius watched Blake look at himself with the eyes that were waiting for the price.

Black narrowed his eyes and looked at Lucius carefully, and suddenly he clenched his left fist and knocked on his right, "That's it, Lucius Malfoy, a noble platinum nobleman, an arrogant philanthropist, although he is arrogant, you can't Denying that he has indeed done a lot of good deeds, at least the money was used in the right way.”

"Philanthropist?" A series of question marks popped up in Lucius' head.

"Yes, philanthropist, Lucius..." Black walked up to Lucius and looked at him very seriously, "Lucius Malfoy, a great man who advocated and was the first to donate money to build wizard orphanages and wizard kindergartens A philanthropist is about to be born."

"Orphanage, kindergarten?" Lucius pondered for a while, "It is indeed a good way to earn reputation, but the investment is too high, and various factors need to be considered. The Dark Lord once considered it, but we don't have Hogwarts. A large-scale magical search system to identify wizarding children, and the Malfoys are currently unable to support such a large enterprise on their own."

"Don't worry, Lucius, don't worry about the wizard identification system, and money is not a problem. All you want is to initiate it according to my instructions. Remember, old Black is standing behind you." Black leisurely handed Lucius the A wine glass, personally pour a glass of red wine for Lucius, "Come on, let's toast the cooperation between the Black family and the Malfoy family!"

Lucius clinked glasses with Black suspiciously, thought about it, and drank the red wine.

"Next, just do as I tell you!" Black smiled and took out a thick stack of black contracts.

Lucius Malfoy took the stack of contracts hesitantly, flipped through a few, with a surprised expression on his face, he looked up at Black, only to see Black nod encouragingly, Lucius thought twice, and finally Still signed all the contracts.

"It's all for platinum honor!" Lucius said with a serious expression after signing the contract.

"It's all for the higher good." Black smiled and clinked glasses with him again.

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After Lucius Malfoy confirmed his cooperation with Black, he put all his efforts into campaigning for some positions in the Ministry of Magic. He was surprised to find that with Black's secret support, he could easily get enough sponsors, and Huo Gwartz's board of directors also surprisingly cooperated in opening up part of the use of the magic power identification system to the wizarding children's welfare organization he founded. The platinum nobles were amazed by Black's hidden strength underground.

"When did he form these forces?" Lucius Malfoy was always thinking, but he had no clue.

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[NO.15 The night of the Department of Mysteries tragedy, in No. 12 Grimmauld Place. 】

Sirius Black, who had just returned home, returned home with a gloomy face, walked slowly to the high-backed chair in front of the fireplace and sat down, knocked dully on the armrest, and after sending the surrounding portraits to sleep, the hall fell into a terrible silence.

"Tom Riddle, get out of here." Blake suddenly roared.

The young Voldemort appeared in front of the fireplace with a smile on his face, and looked at Black's gloomy expression leisurely, "What are your orders, Mr. Black?"

"Harry Potter appeared in the Department of Mysteries, did you arrange it?" Black said coldly.

"I thought you knew it all, Blake." Tom laughed. "I just withheld your letter to that boy and cut off your communications. I didn't expect him to do that for you."

"Bastard, do you know what you're doing?" Black said angrily, "You almost exposed me. Harry Potter is surrounded by Dumbledore's people. I managed to gain their trust. Now I have to clean up the mess for your ingenuity."

"I remember our agreement is that you help me become the real Voldemort, and one of my descendants will become your collection." Tom leisurely paced in front of Black, raised his head proudly, "Until now, you only Having provided me with life force and magic to maintain me physically, without further development, I believe that Harry Potter should no longer exist in the world in order to clear the way for me to become Voldemort in the future."

"Are you urging me?" Black sneered, "Are you ordering old Black to do things for you?"

"I'm just fulfilling the agreement, Blake, I can't give you a child without becoming the real Voldemort!" Tom Riddle said with a smile.

Black sneered, "I finally understand why Voldemort is so stupid. You are so eager for quick success, no wonder you failed."

Black stood up, poured himself a glass of red wine, leaned against the fireplace, and looked at Tom calmly, "Do you know how many Horcruxes the main soul separated in the end?"

"Seven!" said Tom decisively. "I've always thought seven was a magic number, so if possible, I'd separate seven."

"Bingo!" Black snapped his fingers, then squinted at Tom, "Then where do you put the soul piece?"

"I think you know, at least you found me." Tom raised his chin and said slowly.

"Yes, I know exactly what those seven are, but I can't figure out the order of several of them, Tom!" Black shook his head, "For demons, your soul piece is easy to identify, but only Voldemort's Only the main soul knows the correct order."

"Order? Is it important?" Tom was stunned.

"Very important!" Blake nodded. "You've been in an orphanage and memorized the Bible. Tell me, Tom, how many days did it take God to create?"

"Seven days." Tom answered quickly.

"No, it's six days, Sunday is the rest day," Black shook his finger, "and then everything starts from the beginning and goes back and forth. Seven is a magical number because it represents the end of a cycle and marks the end of the next cycle." The beginning of a cycle. Muggle history and religious scriptures imply the laws of the world. The Orientals say that people have three souls and seven souls, which exactly tells that a human soul can only be divided seven times. If it exceeds this number, it will be annihilated. "

Tom's face grew serious.

Black looked at Tom and said slowly, "Tom, Voldemort is really talented. He chose to make Horcruxes in order to preserve and train his soul to the maximum, because he realized that seven soul pieces grow separately, and seven soul pieces absorb at the same time." Vitality and magic power, the power of the successfully condensed main soul is almost comparable to that of a god.

If Voldemort's main soul fuses the seven soul pieces one by one, it will not only form a complete cycle, but also transcend death, touch the law, and even create the law. So far, he has at least partly done it. The curse on Watts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship has now been proven effective.

Tom, as an adult, you finally succeeded on the road to immortality, but you are also a mortal, and there is a price to pay for a mortal to become a god. Voldemort obviously failed to maintain his sanity.

Tom, I asked you to sign the agreement, not a random choice: Voldemort's main soul has lost his mind, so he hasn't realized that fusing you can achieve his dream, or he intends to complete this job at a certain time, that time, you will no longer exist.

Tom, you have an advantage. You are the experimental product of Voldemort's student period. Because of the early immature division, you have maintained a complete personality, so you should be the first to be separated. According to the order, you only need to fuse the remaining souls. One piece, you can become a rational and complete Voldemort before the main soul, replacing the main soul, but if you fail, I have to find Qi, and you are the first one to be fused by Qi. "

"What about the main soul, why don't you ask him to cooperate?" Tom frowned.

"It's the hardest to communicate with a brainless guy." Black curled his lips.

Tom Riddle looked at Black with a complicated expression, "Who is Seven?" He asked gloomily.

"You know, Tom, you already guessed it, didn't you?" Black gave a meaningful smile, "Old Black never puts all eggs in one basket, Tom, until you can fuse two to six, you Keep the boy alive, or you'll never be the full Voldemort."

Tom Riddle frowned, "According to you, in the end..." He raised his head and looked at Black suddenly enlightened.

"Two can only live one, one must die at the hands of the other, you and Harry, I only support the one who wins!" Black said indifferently.

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[Azkaban wizard prison located on an unnamed island in the unnamed sea area]

There are countless dementors hovering over this gloomy prison. If the British Ministry of Magic counts and monitors regularly, it will be surprising to find that the number of dementors has increased significantly in recent years.

And this Azkaban prison where wailing and screaming came from time to time was deep underground, Black's tree of the undead had doubled in size, and devil vines covered the entire cave.

The black buds on the devil vine greedily absorbed the pure dark energy, and the buds of Tom Riddle gradually grew up.

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"Signing a contract is equivalent to controlling the soul, and controlling the soul can control the forces related to it," Black said to Tom in a gloomy manner at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, "Tom Riddle, all your neglected and wasted Power, those Death Eaters under the influence of the Dark Mark that you control, what a great wealth, now, old Black is carrying forward for you, you should thank me, not stumbling me back."

"How do you know the order in which the main souls are separated?" Tom Riddle looked at Black.

"That's your problem, Tom, old Blake's angry, you're not good enough, now it's my turn to find you something to do..."

Tom Riddle stared at Blake without asking another question.