[HP] The Last Demon King

The Ministry of Magic fell without incident under the attack of the Death Eaters led by Lucius.

Scrimgeour himself died in his big black leather swivel chair, his neck bitten off by the werewolf leader Greyback, and his head hung under a banner outside the window of the Minister for Magic's office.

In the entire British magical society, nothing can stop Voldemort's crazy expansion.

Since the assassination in July, Voldemort has become more sensitive and irritable, and he has been suspecting that there is still an undiscovered conspiracy against him all day long. One dodging look from a Death Eater may lead to being locked up in a dungeon for interrogation, bad luck At one point, he went to meet Merlin directly following a green light.

The Death Eaters were terrified. They thought the profession of Death Eaters was too glamorous. After they joined the job, they found that life was not as good as they imagined. However, they had already signed a lifetime contract. Could they still count on Voldemort to allow him to resign? ?The road ahead is full of dangers, but the retreat is an abyss. The Death Eaters will not express their anxiety directly, but they can see it from the death rate in the British Muggle society, which has suddenly climbed to a new high this month.

From the day the Ministry of Magic collapsed, the troubled times really began.

Snatchers frantically hunting down mudbloods and pure-blood traitors—

Gringotts under occupation -

House-elves slaughtered—

Ordinary Muggles who may "mysteriously disappear" even if they live in a house——

Floating corpses on the Thames—goblin blood spilled in Gringotts—

Eridins watched all this with cold eyes, knowing that the moment when she reaped the fruits was coming.

On August [-]th, a grand wedding will be held at Malfoy Manor.Eridins put on a white wedding dress and rolled up her long hair like a waterfall. When Prem Pai Neil was choosing a lipstick for her, she stopped the other party from picking up the rose-colored lipstick. Neil thought he had offended her, and his face showed horror.

With her right hand wearing a long white lace glove, Eridins picked up a cool-toned dark red lipstick from the assorted makeup table and handed it to Primpinier.

"This...it's not very festive...Miss..." Primmie was a little hesitant, her face showed panic, Eridins knew what she was afraid of, she didn't even look at Primpie Neil said indifferently: "Don't worry, the Dark Lord won't care what lipstick I put on today."

Prempanel wanted to say something else, but Eridins cast a cold look, she closed her mouth, and took the lipstick with trembling hands.

Just in case Primpanier made a mistake on her face, Eridins simply closed her eyes so that she could relax a bit.

Prempineer didn't move for a long time, and Eridins waited for a while, but what she was waiting for was not the touch of lipstick, but a deep wet and rough kiss.

Eridins didn't open her eyes, she stretched out her arms around the man's neck, and responded to him enthusiastically.This is not like a kiss between lovers, no lover would kiss with bites, no lover would kiss until the mouth and cavity are full of rust.It wasn't a kiss, it was a battle that was going to end together.

In the end, when the two separated their lips and tongues, they were both out of breath.

The mingling of their blood did not pain Eridins, but only thrilled her.

Draco came up behind her and hugged her from behind, his arms around Eridins shoulders, one hand lifted her chin, his dark blue-gray eyes stared coldly at her. In the mirror, Eridins' lips were bloodshot, and a cold and forbearing voice sounded beside her ear: "You don't need to wear lipstick... The current look is more suitable for you."

Eridins saw herself in the mirror showing a mysterious smile, and she asked Draco, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Draco said softly, his voice was like water droplets jumping on silk, smooth and cold, so calm that he seemed to be talking about someone else's business.

Eridins stood up from the wooden chair carved with rosebuds, she turned around, gently caressed Draco's indifferent face with her slender fingers wrapped in long lace gloves, and looked at Draco with satisfaction. See the wavering in his expression.

"...What the hell do you want to do..."

Staring at his face, Eridins said softly, "I will let history remember this day forever, with Voldemort's blood."

The skin under Eridins' fingers trembled slightly, and Draco said hoarsely, "You're crazy...you're looking for death..."

"What about you?" Eridins said, "You have two choices." She took her finger away from Draco's face, and her eyes, as cold and clear as obsidian, had a sinking light under the refraction of the sun. "You can leave here with the people I arrange, or you can stay."

"Why do you have to choose such an unwise way to fight?" Draco's voice was low, but the expression on his face was extremely anxious, "We can escape—"

"I won't run away."

"Do you have to court death?!"

Eridins looked at him calmly, and after a while, Draco's expression turned to despair.

"...you are really crazy..."

"I'll get you out of here safely."

"No...I want to stay..."

"Have you figured it out? What you are facing is not a second-rate wizard. What you are going to fight against with your wand is Voldemort." Compared with Draco's apparent wavering, Eridins was so calm.

As if he couldn't bear the rays of the setting sun, he closed his eyes in pain. His eyeballs trembled slightly under the eyelids, and then they opened suddenly, grabbing Eridins' arm forcefully, with a fierce expression on his face. Angry: "What about you?! You know who you are going to fight against, and you want to stay and die?! You are dead——I live alone?" His face trembled a few times, as if he just said Speaking of this sentence was a huge stimulus to him.

"I'm telling you—don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!" he roared out, trembling all over.

Eridins froze.

Draco's answer was what she expected, but it was different than she expected.

She was deeply moved by Draco's angry and helpless, begging eyes mixed with hatred. An unprecedented feeling enveloped her body and mind like smoke, which could not be grasped or touched, but severely obstructed her breathing.Eridins didn't know what this feeling was, but she suddenly couldn't meet Draco's eyes.

... She regretted this temptation from the bottom of her heart.

Avoiding Draco's gaze, Eridins hugged his trembling body, "...I'm sorry."

"...What?" There was a hint of expectation in his voice: "Aren't you going to resist?"

"...I lied to you... Actually, you have no choice." Eridins raised her head and stared at him quietly: "No matter what you choose, I will send you away."

"You—" Draco felt a slender stick against his back, and he wanted to struggle, but it was too late.

"Tongtong Petrochemical."

Draco's panicked expression froze for an instant, and only his bloodshot eyes could express his unbelievable anger.

"...don't worry..." Eridins laid him down on a wall that was invisible from the window, knelt down and gently stroked his cheek, "I'm much stronger than you imagine..."

"I won't let you stay, it's not because I don't trust you." Eridins moved her hand away from his face, only her extremely gentle eyes fell on Draco softly like a feather, and a layer of water appeared In blue-gray eyes.

"I love you, so I let you go. I don't need people I love to go through fire and water for me—"

"Because I'm strong enough."