[Hobbit+HP] The truth of elves

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The Armageddon devastated the wizarding world like never before.Although Voldemort's death fulfilled his own destiny, the sins left by the Dark Lord's rule can only be paid by the Death Eaters.

When the stumbling steps set foot on the land of Malfoy Manor again, the sunshine shining on Lucius had not been seen for six years.

Lucius, who was imprisoned in Azkaban after the war, was not ignorant of the outside world.For example, as the main leader of the Death Eaters, why was he able to become the first group of criminals to be released.

The development of the Ministry of Magic is inseparable from their group of ancient families.It can be predicted that every move of Lucius after leaving prison will have an impact on at least half of the wizarding world.

Because of Narcissa's help to the Savior in the final battle, the Malfoy family was not condemned to the point of doom.

For six years, Draco had been trying to keep pace with the Savior and the Ministry.This not only brought the basic stability of the family, but also brought Lucius back to freedom as the first batch of "probated" Death Eater criminals.

For Draco, the return of Lucius has been the only good news recently.

The year before this, Narcissa's death was probably one of the factors that Lucius could excuse.

Weak Lucius was grateful for every day he was able to return to Malfoy Manor.Breathing the familiar air, he was also thinking about the future direction.

Although it took a huge price, the Malfoy family was barely saved by the zealous savior.But the family's future is promising.

However, after Lucius regained his freedom, this hope was clouded by an indelible stain on him.

If Lucius was alive, he couldn't hide in the manor, because it would not cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's recruitment and affect the fate of other family prisoners.

If Lucius worked his way back to health and out of the manor, then he would inevitably become a marionette in the political power struggle of the entire wizarding world-tired, and could become a casualty at any time.

So, when the idea of ​​giving up his own life first appeared in Lucius' mind, he couldn't let it go.

Draco had his own wife, his own heir.The Malfoys also had a path to follow.As a member of the Malfoy family, Lucius felt that he could safely step down.

Emotionally, Draco could not accept Lucius' decision at all, but intellectually he knew that this might be the best way for Lucius to get relief.So I can only agree.

"Originally, the handover of this matter should have been completed when you first took over as the patriarch, but it's not too late now." Lucius took Draco into the family's secret room, and confessed in a peaceful voice, "Compared to the dying elder Ladies and gentlemen, I probably have the most vitality to squander on my own portraits. You don’t have to feel sad for my departure, it’s just another form of company.”

Draco nodded numbly, followed Lucius to a door of the secret room.

A stone platform with obvious signs of time was parked beside the door.On the stone platform, there is a transparent and slightly bright liquid in a standing stone basin.

"It's one of our family traditions, a potion left by the founder of the Malfoy family. That's what my father told me back then, 'When you come to your own death, drink it, and you There will be the last peace, and the last of your decency restored.' Restoring yourself to your youthful appearance after death is probably a gift that every Malfoy would happily accept. Remember to tell your children what I just said later. "

"That's all I need to explain, my son." Lucius patted Draco's head with nostalgia, "When my portrait wakes up, come here to pick me up."

******

Sending off Draco with heavy footsteps, as the door of the secret room closed, Lucius found his heartbeat in the silence.

The shape of the stone basin is very special, only the size of an adult's palm.Naturally, there are not many potions inside, and the fragrance is translucent and attractive.If they hadn't known about it in advance, probably no one would have thought that this is a life-threatening potion.

Next to the stone basin lay potion shells, which could only be picked up by those with Malfoy blood in their veins.

Lucius raised his head, the liquid in his mouth had a wonderful sweetness.Almost when the last drop of liquid slipped down his throat, the stone basin that he had emptied suddenly quietly increased its water level and returned to its original state.

Before he had time to think about the changes, Lucius only felt an uncontrollable tingling rising from the bones deep in his body.The temperature of the body was like a flame that ignited instantly, burning from the heart to the cheeks.Consciousness was immediately washed away by this heat wave.

Stumbling into the room behind the stone basin, the cozy bedroom that was originally arranged for the Malfoy patriarch to bid farewell to the world in peace turned into a great irony.

When the itch between the bones slowly crawled up Lucius' throat, he only had one thought in his mind: what the ancestors said was too unreliable, what about the peaceful death that was agreed?

Lucius, who was propped up in front of the vanity mirror, saw himself in the mirror.

Every wrinkle that had arisen from the prisoner's ordeal was quickly smoothed out by the magical power of the medicine, and the tarnished hair seemed to be dyed and revealed a beautiful light gold.

Thinking in confusion, Lucius made the final decision not to tell Draco the truth about the potion, lest Draco would refuse to take the painful but effective medicine.

Trying to get to the bed, Lucius finally couldn't bear it anymore and let himself close his eyes and fall into the soft bed.

Perhaps because of his obsession with seeing his appearance before death, Lucius' consciousness did not leave his body before the pain ended.

Uncontrollable fatigue hit his eyelids, and he only slightly opened his eyes to confirm his appearance from the mirror embedded on the top of the bed, before Lucius finally sank into the dark world with peace of mind.

After a while, it could be a long time.

The bedroom in the Chamber of Secrets has been kept quiet and dark.

The person lying on the bed still kept his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Then, he moved his eyes and woke up.

When he realized he was conscious, Lucius thought he had arrived in hell.

But as the lights in the room dimmed as he opened his eyes, Lucius was stunned.

Why is he still here?

******

Draco was waiting at the door of the secret room, holding the portrait left by Lucius in his hand.

Seeing the immobile Lucius in the portrait gradually becoming younger, Draco's eyes were hot, but he didn't cry.

But when the portrait paused in Draco's most beautiful and youthful state in Lucius' memory, the still painting, like a Muggle painting, did not come alive as if injected with soul.

While Draco waited anxiously, after a while, the portrait changed again.

With his eyes closed, Lucius' hair and body contours changed together.

Immediately afterwards, the young Malfoy couple who stayed at the door hadn't seen the final appearance of the portrait clearly, and Lucius in the portrait suddenly disappeared with a 'whoosh' sound.

Just when Draco was dumbfounded, the door of the secret room in front of him suddenly opened.

Then they saw Lucius pushing open the door and coming out.

Seeing his son again, Lucius frowned complicatedly, and said, "There's too much information, let me think about it alone."

"Dad, this is..." Astoria said in amazement, stopped the word 'returned' that appeared in his heart immediately, and changed to another more euphemistic expression, "Don't you need to die?"

Draco didn't get much explanation from Lucius in the end.

After Lucius digested the sudden extra information in his memory, he only told Draco that he must drink the potion before he died.Other than that, he couldn't say it out loud.

And to Draco's final disappointment, Lucius immediately stated the fact that he had to leave, and that he wouldn't and wouldn't be coming back.

For three days, Lucius was either thinking in his room, or walking around the manor.After waiting for a light gate, Lucius took all the things he asked Draco to prepare for him and left.

When the light disappeared, Draco found that the name of Lucius on Malfoy's genealogy finally went out.

******

Waking up in the secret room, Lucius' memory was shattered.However, he still grasped two key points in the chaos: as a direct descendant of the Malfoy family, after a thousand years, he finally became the first descendant to awaken the elven blood; three days later, there will be a light gate to guide him to leave this world.

Elf blood?

Lucius' first reaction was disbelief.

Touching the shape of his ears that had obviously changed, and his long hair that had completely turned golden, Lucius sighed.

After a brief visual adaptation, Lucius found himself in a dark basement.

The environment that was different from what he expected made him frown. How could there be such an unglamorous place in the world of elves, which is famous for its beauty?

Then Lucius heard a small grunt from the right.

A brown-haired figure was lying on the table not far away, sleeping soundly.

The knuckles knocked on the table, and the sound awakened the sleeping soul.

"%...&?" (Changed shift?)

Lucius, who realized that he couldn't understand the language, clenched his brows even tighter.

The man muttered without getting a response, and raised his head inexplicably.

The next second, the brown-haired elf who saw Lucius rolled to the ground in fright.

With an expression of surprise and awe, the elf said another sentence:

"*#@￥?" (MykingThranduil, why are you here?)

Lucius raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.