[HP] Years Whisk

What happened recently is like one nightmare after another from which I cannot wake up.

Even after a few days, Narcissa could still clearly remember the conversation between her and her father.

"Sissy," Signus said to her in a flat tone, "you have not formally entered into a marriage contract with Lucius, and everything before can be classified as a joke between me and Abraxas. So So far, you've done enough.

"A marriage contract is a very serious matter. Once the marriage contract is established, it means that your future is bound to be tied to him.

"Sissy, I don't ask how rich or noble you will be in the future, as a father, I only hope that your future life will always be carefree.

You have to understand that in the case that Lucius is the sole heir of Malfoy, your marriage contract with him is destined to be inseparable from the status quo of the Malfoy family.Once you are engaged, if Lucius can successfully control the Malfoy family, then you will smoothly become the mistress of the Malfoy family and be flattered and sought after by other families, then I bless you; but if it is the opposite, Lucius If you lose control over the Malfoy family, then even I cannot save you from the tragic fate of being ridiculed and trampled by other families.

"With the future of the Malfoy family in doubt, no one will blame you for pulling away now.

"If you repent now, the heirs or second sons of the Flint family, the McMillan family, and the Burst family have not yet established engagements. I will still help you find a happy marriage, you don't need to worry about it." anything.

"So, Sissy. What are you going to do?"

"Father." Narcissa looked up at her father without any hesitation: "I love him."

"Please, I want to give him the best support I can give him."

"So, father." Narcissa looked at Signus firmly: "Can you help us make a marriage contract?"

"Have you thought it through?" Signus looked at her seriously: "Even if the future may be reduced to the same as those hemp and half-breeds, working hard for family livelihood every day? Even if the future is due to the overall situation, you Might not get any assistance from the Blacks?"

"Yes, I have prepared for the worst." Narcissa said unwaveringly, "I will never regret it."

"Okay." Signus sighed, and he agreed with some helplessness: "In that case, I will make a marriage contract for you."

Lucius sat in the study where Abraxas used to sit, watching the news from the white eagle in his hand.

He leaned back in his chair in despair and took a deep breath.

Again, all kinds of bad news.Those dependent families who were previously scattered on the left and right seemed to be twisted into a thread by an unknown hand, and they began to work together to tear apart their suzerain family, the Malfoy family.His father's confidants also sent him news that although Voldemort did not act on the surface, the various Death Eater families under him had already begun to secretly eat away at the Malfoy family's property.

Lucius clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the desk in front of him.That person has obviously planned everything for him: the Black family cannot provide him with assistance, his own strength cannot deter the stalkers who are staring at him, and there is only one person who can deter those Death Eater families—that is, that person Own.

what do I do?Lucius thought a little dazedly.Merlin, have you left me any other paths?

The door of the study was gently pushed open from the outside, and Narcissa walked in with a cup of pumpkin cream soup.

"Sissy." Lucius closed his eyes slightly, his tone full of fatigue: "Are you here?"

"You haven't eaten all day." Narcissa lightly brought the creamy soup to the desk in front of Lucius, lifted the lid, and blew gently: "I'm a little worried."

Lucius ignored the steaming creamy soup on the desk.He took Narcissa's hand, lowered his head, and said softly, "Are you disappointed in me too? It's because I don't have the ability to—" He didn't continue.

Although he gently held Narcissa's hand with one hand, loosely, as if he didn't use any strength, Narcissa could see from the corner of his eyes that his other hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and the fingertips were slightly wet. White, the nails were deeply sunken into the flesh, slowly revealing a trace of blood.

"From my father's entrustment to me and your dissuasion, I probably know who killed my father." Lucius' voice was heavy, filled with hatred and powerlessness: "But, Sissy. He I was not given a choice. I had no other choice."

Narcissa understood what he was talking about.Her heart throbbed, Merlin, how could you be so cruel?

She couldn't help but slightly doubt herself.

Narcissa has never regretted exchanging the amulet for Abraxas. Even if she could do it all over again, she would resolutely look for amulets that could resist the Unforgivable Curse and rewrite Abraxas' fate.But the truth is, she failed.What she did not only failed to save Abraxas's life, but put Lucius in a more painful situation by mistake: because he had no choice but to follow Voldemort to get out of the current predicament, but Now he realized that Voldemort was the one who killed his father.

So, which one is more cruel, ignorance or knowing the truth?Which one will be less painful?

Narcissa let go of Lucius' hold on her hand, turned around and cupped his face.

She looked at him tenderly, looking at his confused and painful smoky pupils: "Then, since this is the case, I will accompany you."

"I've explained it to my father. My father has agreed. Let's make a statement to all the pure-blood families, Luke."

"Let's get engaged." Narcissa said softly.

1969, early summer.The other garden of the Selwyn family.

The Patriarch of the Gump family circled uneasily at the gate of the other garden.He had just received an emergency call from Voldemort, and he didn't know what it was.

There was an inexplicable ominous feeling in his heart, but he automatically attributed this feeling to the fear and awe of Voldemort, just like the suffocating sense of oppression and thick feeling every time he was summoned by Voldemort The breath of death, so he didn't think much about it.

A house elf appeared, bowed deeply and said to Rozier, "Master Gamp, master invites you in."

Gamp nodded, and walked quickly into the other garden.

Thick curtains are drawn in the hall of the Bie Yuan, and the only light source may be the lit candles on the long table and Nagini's golden vertical pupils. Voldemort sat in the corner farthest from the gate of the Bie Yuan, his eyes closely following every move of Patriarch Gamp who had just walked in.

"Lord, are you looking for me?" Patriarch Gamp knelt down about three or four meters away from Voldemort. He lowered his head, not daring to act rashly.Because he had seen how in this room, with a smile on his face, Voldemort tore a 'betrayer' among them into pieces piece by piece with the least harming spell.

"Gump," Voldemort's voice was hoarse, like the secret words of the devil tempting people to commit crimes: "You did a good job at the funeral of the Malfoy family." He said slowly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. "So, I want to reward you."

"Don't dare." Patriarch Gamp quickly replied, while he was sweating a little nervously, but at the same time, he couldn't stop his greed and excitement.

"The Dark Lord never hesitates to reward his subordinates. I think you know this very well." Voldemort's red pupils quietly looked at Gamp's nervous and greedy expression. "So, go to the other garden of Malfoy Manor, there, there is your reward."

"Yes, my master." Patriarch Gamp got up excitedly, saluted, and hurried out of the hall of the Selwyn's garden.

Voldemort watched his leaving figure, and hissed in snake language: "So now, you can go to die." Nagini's huge snake head came to Voldemort's leg, and rubbed it coquettishly.

When Patriarch Gamp walked into the gate of the Malfoy's mansion triumphantly, what greeted him was a curse from Lucius. "Quick imprisonment."

When the immobilized Patriarch Gamp looked at the villa out of the corner of his eye in horror, he realized that there were traces of fighting and blood everywhere in the villa.

In the garden of Bieyuan, instead of lush branches, corpses with distorted faces are piled up.

He was dragged to the center of the garden by Lucius with the levitation spell.He looked up, and in front of him were the heads of the rebellious dependent families of the Malfoy family who were trapped by the binding curse. Most of them looked terrified, but could not speak, and their faces were pale due to excessive blood loss.Each had more or less punitively amputated a part of his body, some a hand, some a leg, some an ear or a nose.

"Now, it's time to be the last one." Gump heard Lucius' voice above his head, he looked up and saw Lucius in a bloodstained white shirt holding a snake head staff, slightly flashed him a devilish smile.Then Gamp felt a sudden burning pain in his neck, with a burning sensation, and then he found that his vision gradually lowered, and he even saw his own burning, headless body. Only belatedly did he realize that his head had been beheaded by Lucius, and then his consciousness sank into darkness.

Lucius held the snake-headed stick that was still in flames and was used as a weapon by him, and picked up Gamp's head that fell on the ground calmly.His arms stretched out, and he lifted the head into the air, showing it to the Patriarchs he had bound. "Anyone who dares to have a different heart and rebel against the Malfoy family in the slightest, then this will be the fate of your entire family."

He threw that head heavily in front of those homeowners who were scared out of their wits, licked the blood splattered on his lips, and frowned in disgust.His cuffs were slightly torn due to the killing just now, revealing his white arm with a black mark on it.