[HP] The Last Demon King

The aftermath of the shocking earthquake four months ago still lingers in every wizard's heart for a long time, and a grand celebration will be held at the Longleat Manor in Wiltshire - now known as Darkness. The place of the villa was held.

All the prestigious families in the British magic world were invited. The invitation letter stated that the Dark Lord welcomes them to his birthday party and guarantees that every guest who attends the party can return home safely, so that they can go with peace of mind.

The crying of Robert's family has not stopped since Cyril went out in the morning and saw the black envelope lying quietly at the door of the house.Cyril looked at the invitation letter on the table with a heavy face and was lost in thought. He wanted to be alone and needed quietness, but his new wife just sat beside him and wept, taking his silence as the same as hers. Extreme fear.

"Okay! Can you be quiet?!"

When his wife started No.13 "How could they find our residence...", Cyril roared unbearably.

The wife's crying stopped abruptly. She stared blankly at Cyril, as if she couldn't believe that the gloomy and irritable man in front of her could be her gentle and refined husband. She sobbed a bit, then stammered: " Yes... I'm sorry... I forgot that you were also upset..."

Cyril looked at his wife, feeling annoyed for no reason, "Don't cry, I'll be fine." He comforted his wife in a low voice, then grabbed the invitation letter on the table and walked into the room without saying a word. The study shut itself in.

After a while, the door of the study was knocked cautiously, and the voice of younger sister Irene came from outside the door: "Brother, can I come in?"

Cyril has always felt guilty about this younger sister who can be said to be brought up by himself. Irene loves school life, but he forced her to drop out of Hogwarts and go home because of the increasingly tense situation. At that time, I was busy playing with friends all day long, and every day was colorful, but Irene couldn't communicate with the outside world, and could only pass the time at home by reading books and doing puzzles. Compared with him, Irene was so pitiful up.

Thinking of this, even though he was agitated, he let Irene in.

"Brother, I heard from Rachel that our family received an invitation letter from a mysterious person." Irene said straight to the point as soon as she entered the door. She looked much calmer than Cyril's wife, but her face was still easy to detect. panic.

"What's the situation now? Has the Order of the Phoenix been defeated? That's why they can hold the banquet openly?"

"Yes..." Cyril said bitterly. Although the two sides did not have a decisive battle, everyone knew that the Order of the Phoenix had no strength to fight against such an opponent. The result was already obvious...he also said Not sure whether the feeling of loss in his heart came from the failure of the Order of the Phoenix or something else, he was a little absent-minded, and the image of a girl with long black hair kept appearing in his mind.

A corner of Cyril's heart is still frozen by her indifference, and now her appearance is no longer strong in his memory, but her indifferent eyes, lonely figure, and fearless posture are all like brand marks. The same is engraved in Cyril's heart.

In Cyril's cognition, she is more like Ravenclaw than many Ravenclaws. She is intelligent, calm, self-possessed, and has no desires. Like a wisp of smoke that cannot be grasped, Cyril and her last The first conversation was three years ago, but in just three years, the girl in his memory was no longer there.

"Then what are we waiting for? Get out of here now, go abroad, where they can't find you! Do you really plan to go to that damned banquet?"

"Yes... I will go." Cyril whispered, and he stopped Irene's next persuasion with an unquestionable expression.

On the day of the banquet, Cyril dressed neatly and packed everything up early, and Rachel cried more and more mournfully seeing him like this, as if he was going to leave like this forever, even though Cyril repeatedly emphasized that the black in the invitation letter The Demon King's guarantee of the safety of every guest present did not appease her a bit.

"They're all devils who kill without batting an eye! Can you expect the devil to keep their promises?" Rachel looked at him plaintively, sobbing, hoping he would change his mind at the last moment, "They're going to kill you—they just I want to lie to you, then imprison you, force you to become a part of them, if you don't agree, they will definitely kill you-don't go... Cyril, promise me..."

"Let's run away, brother..." Irene made the last effort.

Cyril adjusted his collar for the last time in front of the mirror. Today, he pays special attention to his attire. He has changed back and forth six times for that bow tie alone. Perhaps such grandeur aggravated the fear of the two of them.

The man in the mirror has blond hair as bright as the sun, sea blue eyes are melancholy and deep, wearing a gray three-piece suit with pinstripes and hidden patterns, and a corner of a printed pocket square is exposed in the breast pocket, as if just Like the prince who walked out of a fairy tale.

His appearance is often praised by others, but Cyril never feels proud, because this face that everyone admires does not help him get the love he desires most.

"We can't escape, Irene." Cyril turned from the full-length mirror and met the eager faces of Irene and Rachel.

"Why? Why can't you escape?"

Cyril didn't answer, he walked towards the gate with calm steps, Rachel's crying suddenly reached a new level, "I want to go with you..."

The door opened, and Rachel's crying stopped suddenly as if her neck was stuck. Cyril looked at a man in black robe who was about to knock on the door with a calm expression, but the other party put down his hand in embarrassment.

"We are here to invite you to the Dark Villa...Are you going?" Another black-robed man standing at the door spoke first.

"Can I not go?!" Irene, who was chasing up from behind, just heard this sentence, and she asked this question almost immediately.

The man in black robe who spoke first gave Irene an annoyed look, and said impatiently: "Of course, no one is forcing you to go, make up your mind quickly, if you don't go, we will go to the next one--I just heard So, that lady also wants to go together?" The Death Eaters shifted their gazes to Rachel who was frozen in the living room.

Rachel's lips trembled twice, then they were tightly closed, and she turned her horrified eyes to Cyril.

Cyril closed the door before Irene made a sound. He smiled and faced the two Death Eaters, and said politely: "Of course I will participate. This is the honor of Robert's family. Please lead the way." .

The same scene was repeated in many places in the UK. Because of the Dark Lord's assurance in the letter, most of the families who received the invitation chose to attend the banquet. Another stronghold of the Death Eaters, if they still want to live in the UK, how can they not have a good relationship with the current actual power holder?

Just a few minutes after eleven o'clock, under the leadership of two Death Eaters, Cyril apparated to an unfamiliar wasteland. The dry and cracked land under his feet stretched to the distant horizon, except for Cyril and the others who had just come out. With that "bang", there was no sound at all around, and the whole environment was solemn and silent, as if even the wind was afraid of it.

As soon as the two Death Eaters touched the ground, they non-stop urged Cyril, who was still observing the surrounding environment, to follow them. They sandwiched Cyril from left to right, and climbed up a towering mountain peak.

"Excuse me, how far is it from the Dark Manor?" Cyril asked tentatively. He didn't want to sweat profusely and appear at the banquet smelling of sweat.

"Soon," said a Death Eater impatiently.

"Oh, right at the bottom of the mountain?" Cyril said.

"It's on the top of the mountain." One Death Eater quickly replied, but the other turned to look at Cyril warily, "Why are you asking this?"

"No, I'm just curious." Cyril forced a smile, and decided to use a few cleaners for himself as soon as he reached the top of the mountain.

Cyril didn't expect at all that the Dark Villa was indeed on the top of the mountain, but they didn't climb up with their feet, but took a car—a Muggle car—a world-wide limited edition, gleaming in the sun. Black Extended Rolls Royce.

When Cyril was in a daze, two Death Eaters had already sat in the car. Looking at their rough and casual way of getting into the car, Cyril knew that this luxury car that Muggles in the Muggle society flocked to might look like nothing to them. Not even worth a broom.

Under the watchful eyes of the Death Eaters, Cyril also got into the car, and one of the Death Eaters stared at him as he got into the car, and asked abruptly after he sat down: "Are you used to sitting in this car?"

"I spent a period of time in Muggle society when I was young." Cyril replied conservatively. For safety reasons, he did not reveal the fact that his mother was a Muggle. Who knows what the Dark Lord's policy is now?Although in his opinion, since there are winding roads on the Dark Villa and Rolls-Royce is running, the possibility of the Dark Lord implementing an extreme pure-blood policy is almost zero, but no matter what, his sister is still there. Waiting for him at home, it is never too much to be careful.

Ten minutes later—Cyril was sure that this luxury car with amazing speed had undergone a magical transformation—the car finally drove up to the top of the mountain, and Cyril also saw the true face of the dark castle for the first time.

On the vast and desolate land, a majestic dark castle stood quietly, and the piercing wind on the top of the mountain blew fiercely on the ground. Cyril immediately felt a little cold after getting off the car.

As far as the eye can see is the cold stone wall fortress. This heavily fortified behemoth exudes a strong murderous aura under the cold winter wind, which makes Cyril involuntarily feel a sense of fear.

There were five or six people standing at the entrance of the castle. They were discussing something around two half-person-high sacks. Cyril saw that they were surrounded, and the leader was a short man who would never be older than The 13-year-old witch, with her striking baby face, wears a bright crimson dress with creamy white leggings and a pair of low-heeled leather shoes, and in every way she should be Play with dolls in the bedroom instead of showing up in such a place.

What surprised Cyril even more was that the two Death Eaters who brought him to the Dark Castle burst into smiles the moment they saw the young witch, and walked up to her enthusiastically and eagerly.

"I didn't expect to see Master Kunna here. It's a great honor. Is there anything I can do to help?"

The young witch raised her eyes and glanced impatiently at the speaking Death Eater: "Mind your own business, Vill—is this a new guest?" The witch looked at Cyril, and Cyril At this moment, she decides to take back what she said a second ago. Putting aside her appearance, there is no place in the world more suitable for her than the dark castle in terms of this predator's dangerous eyes.

"It belongs to Robert's family, Lord Kunna——Cyril Robert." Another Death Eater rushed to answer at this moment.

"Nice meeting, hello." Cyril greeted her cautiously, but the latter just looked at his hair and said inexplicably, "Your hair color is so beautiful."

"Thank you, you are also very beautiful."

The witch didn't pay attention to his praise, her attention seemed to be on him all the time, in front of Cyril, the witch turned her head and asked the nearest man next to her, "Say, if I give him to my sister , will she like this gift?"

Cyril's face changed suddenly.

"Of course—of course—Master Kunna is the most trusted person of the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord will like whatever you give—"

Just as Cyril was gripping her wand tightly, the witch named Kunna suddenly lost interest and shook her head: "Forget it, he is a guest invited by my sister." She looked at Cyril, "You go. "

The two Death Eaters who had brought Cyril got the order and immediately led him forward again.

After walking some distance, the talkative one of the two Death Eaters whispered to Cyril, "It's a pity that you were almost able to serve the Dark Lord. This is what many people dream of." Death Eater The apprentice looked at Cyril very regretfully, and could see that he was also one of the "dreams".

"The one just now was..." Cyril asked.

After Cyril got the favor of the so-called "Master Kunna", the Death Eater's attitude became much more cordial, and he kindly told Cyril, "That is Kunna Roberta, the one who first followed the Dark Lord. A group of people, don’t look at her young age—” The Death Eater suddenly lowered his voice, and said in Cyril’s ear, “Bellatrix was killed by her—I heard that Kunna was the first A person who signed a contract with the Dark Lord, she shared the Dark Lord's magic, so she-"

"Vill!" another Death Eater interrupted his whisper with sudden warning.

The Death Eater named Vile shrugged, "What can't be said? This is something that almost everyone knows."

"It's dangerous for our class to talk about the Dark Knight!" another Death Eater sternly rebuked.

"Sorry..." Cyril interrupted them, "Aren't you Death Eaters? What is the Dark Knight?"

"Don't ask if you don't need to know, so as not to cause trouble for yourself!" The Death Eater gave Cyril another warning look, and Cyril saw that he was already upset, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After stepping into the range of the castle, the icy cold wind was immediately cut off, and the castle was as warm as spring, which made Cyril's tense body unconsciously relax.

They walked on the red carpet, and there were more and more people around them. Among them were guests who were invited like Cyril. They gathered together in twos and threes and talked softly. Cyril saw many acquaintances among them. Showing a tacit smile mixed with a wry smile, he raised his glass to signal him.

"Okay, we'll send it here." After the Death Eater finished speaking to Cyril, he called Weir, who was dawdling and wanted to stay at the venue, and left together.

A blond-haired Meiwa wearing a sea-blue gauze dress came towards him swayingly holding a tray. Cyril took a glass of red wine and thanked her. Meiwa smiled sweetly and walked towards him with the tray. other guests.

"Hey, Cyril, you're here too." An arm was put on Cyril's shoulder, which was Vincent, his colleague who used to work in the Ministry of Magic.

"Vincent... are you here too?"

"I didn't expect the Dark Lord to invite our kind of half-blood... right?" Vincent smiled, "I was also surprised when I received the invitation letter, but when I came to the venue, I realized that the Dark Lord invited quite a few half-bloods. You know... Donan, Luo, Holmt... plus you, at least half of the people in this venue are of mixed race."

"Just now I saw a charm baby entertaining." Cyril said.

"Yeah, great money——" Vincent grabbed his shoulders and made him look in another direction, where there were several house-elves patrolling the tower with vigilant faces, "It's not just Meiwa entertaining, see Is it? There—and there, see those elves stalking? Those are the Dark Lord's castle guards, and if you show the slightest hint of malice—they're ready to throw you into the castle dungeon. Vincent let go of Cyril, took a sip from his wine glass, and said in a vague way: "The policy of this new demon king is completely different from her father's."

"What are you going to do?" Cyril asked.

"What else can I do?" Vincent spread his hands indifferently, "Brother, you only worked in the Ministry of Magic for a year, and you quickly withdrew when you saw something was wrong, but I stayed there all the time, from Fudge to Scrimgeour, And to Umbridge—”

"Umbridge has become Minister of Magic?" Cyril asked in surprise, interrupting him.

"No, it's just a temporary replacement. The specific candidate has to wait for the Dark Lord's intention - the original candidate was Sinix, this poor guy, the mysterious man fell before he took office, and the minister can only be re-selected - in short , I mean, my position is not up to me - as long as she doesn't let me kill and set fire, so that I can still receive some wages to support my family, I don't care who is leading me, but you, What do you think? Why did you come to the banquet? With your character, I thought you would avoid going abroad."

"Escape can't change anything... I want to see what the Dark Lord wants to do."

"You are always unexpected." Vincent showed a nostalgic expression, "Do you still remember the days when we were studying together at Hogwarts? It was so good back then, there was no You-Know-Who, no war, and you were still a What about the 170-pound little fat man, I didn’t know why he suddenly said that he wanted to lose weight. I thought you just said it casually, but I didn’t expect that you really didn’t even eat your favorite cream cake, and you exercised unshakably every day, and you really lost weight Come down and surprise a few of our friends. We entered the Ministry of Magic together after graduation... Honestly, I was very happy, but I didn't expect you to resign after just one year, and we lost touch after that... ..."

Cyril didn't know what to say, so after a long while, he could only say sorry in a low voice.

"I'm not blaming you." Vincent smiled casually, but instead patted Cyril's shoulder comfortingly, "We all know that it's this age."

Cyril was silent, and Vincent had already changed the subject. He approached Cyril and whispered, "Did you know? A quarter of the guests who come to the banquet today will be future believers."

"A believer?" Cyril frowned, "What is that?"

"My God, you don't even know about believers?" Vincent looked at him in surprise, as if everyone in the world should know about this.

"Since the situation has become very dangerous, I seldom go out. The last time I went out was because of the earthquake four months ago."

"God, it seems that I have to start from the beginning." Vincent said helplessly, "As I just told you, the new Dark Lord doesn't care about race and blood. In fact, although the castle guard army composed of house elves can't join the core team of the new Dark Lord, this treatment is enough for those humble elves to be grateful to her. In addition, there are a large number of exiled wizards and werewolves joining , these people are attracted by her power or person, they call themselves 'believers', these are the bottom class of the Dark Lord's team, and also the class with the largest number of people, after the fall of the mysterious man, the new Dark Lord gave the mysterious man The former servants have a chance to choose again, some of them have left, some of them have stayed, and they have integrated into this class and wait for the day when they will be successful. People of this class are looking for all opportunities to be promoted, and they can do anything Come out, you have to be careful not to fall into their hands."

"Above the bottom class is the second class, the former Death Eaters who are not in the wrong position and the newcomers with outstanding ability are in this class, for example... Lucius, but I think he can stand in the first class. The biggest reason in the second class is because of his son."

"The first class is the black knights. Those who followed the Dark Lord when the Mysterious Man's power was at its strongest. They belonged directly to the Dark Lord. They were the most trusted group of people. Except for the Dark Lord, there are no rules and laws in this world. Can punish them. Look, the short man who was talking to Mrs. Zabini was one of them. He served You-Know-Who but was not used...I guess this is the main reason why he turned, and now he serves as the Dark The steward of the castle, I think his name is Whedon or something."

"Including Kunna Roberta? A witch under the age of 15?"

"So what if she's young? The Dark Lord trusted her and shared his magical power with her. Her current strength can't be matched by adult wizards even if they flatter her—besides, have you forgotten? The master who invited you here— —The actual ruler of the British wizarding world today—the No. 1 in the wizarding world—our Lord Dark Lord has just turned 16 today.” Vincent said, “Where did you meet Rob? Ta's? Do you know how many people try so hard to never see her?

"It's at the gate of the castle, she is with several wizards." Cyril skipped over the fact that she was almost given as a gift.

"You'd better avoid them when you see them—" Vincent whispered, "As far as I know, these black knights are not very good-tempered—Whedon may seem easy to get along with, but don't be fooled by him." You are deceived by his appearance, otherwise you will count the money for him when he sells you... You may not know who the black knights are, but it doesn't matter, this celebration is nominally the birthday party of the Dark Lord, but in fact it is the black knight. The coronation ceremony of the knights, you will see them soon." Vincent's voice became softer as the time went by, his mouth hardly moved, and he just let out a very low voice from the cracks in his mouth, "This is my I heard from Umbridge... I heard that these dark knights will be 'crowned' today, don't ask me what I mean by being crowned, I don't know, I guess it is a special kind of honor..."

While they were talking, the distance suddenly became silent, and when Cyril looked up, the silence quickly spread to the entire venue, even Vincent beside him was no exception, and Cyril's eyes were raised. After getting up, she couldn't move away anymore. A girl in a black robe walked out from behind the slowly opened black curtain. It was a plain black robe, but it had a special power when worn on the girl. In Cyril's view, her appearance has changed a lot, becoming more glamorous and shocking, and people dare not look directly at her. Cyril has seen many beautiful girls, but compared with her, those girls instantly become Leaving ordinary green leaves behind, he couldn't even find a word to describe Eridins's beauty, any rash praise would be an insult to her.

Compared with the last time Cyril saw Eridins a few years ago, she now has a dangerous aura, which is a trait precipitated after the cruel blood baptism. Cyril does not know what she has gone through. What, but he found that Eridins was even thinner, and her thin figure could be knocked down by a gust of wind, but no one dared to ignore her existence. Everywhere she reaches is her royal land.

Cyril couldn't control his eyes, he couldn't stop looking at her, and it was at this moment that he realized that he still loved her.The flames that he once thought were extinguished suddenly roared with great momentum at this moment, and he returned to that day a few years ago, when he was a greasy little fat man, his companions were far away. Pointing her out to him, "That's the girl. I heard that she is dumb. She didn't give up and came to Hogwarts to study magic. Last night, she sent her classmate to the school hospital."

Cyril didn't take her seriously at first, but thought anxiously in her heart that it was almost impossible for her to use magic, and she just offended her classmates. Wouldn't she be bullied miserably in Hogwarts in the future? ?Perhaps it was this worry that made him remember the name, Eridins Selwyn.

Just as Cyril expected, Eridins and her classmates clashed again within a few days, and even senior students joined in this conflict, but to everyone's surprise, the students living in the school The people in the hospital were still the opponents of this witch who couldn't cast spells—Eridins, who was not favored by anyone, actually learned silent spells by herself in just a few days.

Probably from then on, this girl shone into his heart like a book of bright sunshine, and Cyril wanted to find that silent girl from the crowd, just like finding a blooming flower from a dead branch. As easy as a rose.Cyril is neither attracted by her appearance nor impressed by her strength, what he loves from the beginning to the end is the unyielding soul in Eridins' body, the lonely and pure soul that never knows how to give up.From then on, his life had a different meaning, and he tasted something sour and astringent.

That year, he silently gave up all foods that would make him gain weight. While his friends were grabbing popcorn to do their homework, he ran round and round in the field at night, sweating profusely and in a state of embarrassment. When he watched others feasting at the dinner table and he only dared to eat a little beans and salad, when Rachel always teased him that wanting to be thin was just a dream, and he could only get so fat in his life, there was always something in his mind. An indifferent and calm figure emerged, he wanted to be excellent, he wanted to stand beside Eridins instead of staring at her figure from afar.

Later, he finally got rid of the fat all over his body, and he became popular in school. Even Rachel, who had been mocking him all the time, began to talk to him with a blushing face. After the Christmas dinner, he asked Eredines out. He tried to look calm and elegant, but in fact, only he knew that his palms were wet.

The ending of the story is mundane and uninteresting. He did not win the favor of Eridins and gave up helplessly.After graduating, he entered the Ministry of Magic and only learned about her from a few words from his colleagues. When he resigned from the Ministry of Magic, Eridins' name completely disappeared in Cyril's world.He complied with his family's wishes and married his childhood sweetheart, Rachel. It didn't matter to him who he married. His heart could no longer beat for others, but if he had to choose, Rachel was the best choice. After all, letting a kind girl marry him would make him feel guilty.

He thought that his life was going to be like this, until he saw Eridins again, and he found that he was still like the brat a few years ago, his heart pounding for a look from her.

"..." Cyril whispered.

"What?" Vincent turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"I said," Cyril's voice became clear this time, he looked forward, his expression of confusion gradually settled into a heavy determination, he said word by word while looking at the people on the stage, "I want to become a believer. "

my king.

He muttered silently, making up his mind to dedicate his life to this legendary king, to expand the territory.

Cyril's focused eyes collided with Eridins' eyes as she patrolled the audience. The latter's eyes paused for a moment, and then a smile that illuminated Cyril's entire world appeared on his face.

Cyril suppressed the excitement in his heart and smiled slightly.

The journey of the Dark Lord is far from over, and his new life will begin here.

The author has something to say: The online version of Demon King is officially over.