[HP] The Last Demon King

Many miles away, in Malfoy Manor under the same bleak crescent moon, Narcissa was lounging on the sofa looking through the letters she had received that day when she suddenly received a terrible guest.

In the dark green flames of the fireplace in the living room, a figure wrapped in a pitch-black robe stepped out, and the dark green firelight illuminated his face. At that moment, Narcissa thought she saw the ugliest monster in the world, his The lips are almost gone, and the nose seems to have been cut off by a knife, leaving only two small holes. In the thin and long eye sockets, two blood-red eyes are admiring Narcissa's fearful expression with interest.

Narcissa stood up immediately, and the afternoon tea invitation she was reading just now slipped from her trembling fingers, but she didn't even bother to look at it.

"Dark Lord——welcome, welcome!" Narcissa said with a terrified expression but pretended to be calm: "It's such an honor, are you here to find Lucius? He's upstairs, and I Go and call him down, will you?"

"It's the best you can do." Voldemort said, Narcissa didn't ask him to sit down because of panic, but he sat down on a sofa chair leisurely. "After all, I'm an uninvited guest, so I'll just wait for him here."

"Where, how come, this is our honor." Narcissa finished speaking dryly, and left as if fleeing to find Lucius on the second floor.

Voldemort sat alone in the magnificent living room of Malfoy's house, looking at some expensive decorations in the living room in his spare time.

Not long after, the sound of Lucius' hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs, and the next second, Lucius appeared in the living room.

"Dark Lord, I am honored and terrified by your presence," he bowed deeply to Voldemort, "I should have noticed your need at your side at the first moment, instead of asking you to visit me in person." -"

Narcissa followed behind him, her expression much calmer.

Voldemort said nonchalantly, "I'm here to collect something I left with you many years ago."

Lucius, who had remained calm since the meeting, showed a flustered and terrified expression for a very short moment after hearing this, but immediately, he said as usual: "I keep it in the study, you and I Shall we go get it together?"

Voldemort kept looking at Lucius, the expression on his face changed, there was no expression at all, and a chilling aura emerged from him.

"Okay, let's go to your study together." Voldemort said blankly.

"Cissy, you're downstairs." Lucius said to Narcissa, and then went to the study on the second floor with Voldemort.

After entering the study, Voldemort naturally sat down on the only chair, and when Lucius, who came in later, closed the door, he reached out and locked the study door, and then he walked towards Voldemort who was sitting in front of the desk.

"Master, I have to admit a mistake. The task you gave me failed—" Lucius said with a heavy face: "I let the diary enter Hogwarts and opened the secret room—but it failed in the end , Harry Potter ruined the diary."

He could see Voldemort's face contort a little with every word he said, and after just a few words, there was no trace of blood on Lucius' face.

Voldemort's face was still expressionless, but his red eyes were even redder, almost crimson, bloody and strange, and the muscles on his face were tangled together angrily like a cramp.

"Where's the diary?" Voldemort asked.

Lucius took out the black diary from a hidden corner and put it on the table.

Voldemort's upper body, which was originally leaning against the back of the chair, immediately left the back of the chair, leaning forward, staring at the dilapidated notebook with a pair of eyes that seemed to be breathing fire. He didn't speak for a long time, but his breathing was obviously rapid up.

Lucius stood there tremblingly waiting to bear Voldemort's monstrous wrath. He now knew that this diary was much more valuable than he thought. It wasn't in retaliation for the sleazy Weasleys who threw the diary out. At this point, there was nothing he could do. Since the Dark Lord's sudden return, he had searched for everyone he could, but nothing One person can repair this magic item.

Voldemort looked away from the notebook and landed on Lucius, and said in a softer voice than ever: "I told you when I handed it to you that you can't act without my permission. Have you forgotten, Lucius?" Hughes?"

"Master, please forgive me, I just lost my head for a while, I hope you can come back as soon as possible to lead us, please forgive me..." Lucius spoke faster and faster, and the cold sweat on his face could easily be seen out.

"I'm very angry, Lucius." Voldemort's cold and hateful eyes made Lucius' body tremble slightly: "Very angry."

"You'll never know what a loss you've caused me. If it weren't for the fact that you are also a hugely important member of my family, I would kill you right now."

"Yes, I will always remember your magnanimity, and we Death Eaters will always surround you and follow your leadership..." Lucius crawled down and wanted to kiss Voldemort's robe, but Voldemort pulled it away in disgust His own robe, his right hand moved, and that hand held a wand.

"You did an irreparable wrong thing and must be punished. Do you have any objection?"

Lucius' face became pale and stiff, like a dead man, he heard his arteries beating like two hammers in both temples, and the breath coming out of his chest seemed to be the sound of wind from a cave.

He tried his best to suppress the boiling fear in himself, and said in a flat voice: "I am willing to accept your teaching, so that I can remember this lesson."

When the sun rose the next day, Hogwarts had already started the first class in a lively manner.

In Transfiguration, where a dozen students had already made mice disappear, Malfoy leaned back in his chair and raised his hand lazily.

"Do you have any questions, Malfoy." McGonagall came from the other side of the room.

"Professor, how long are we going to practice on mice?" Malfoy said coldly in a voice that could be heard throughout the classroom, though he didn't use much.

"I'm tired of it, can I change to a bigger one?" He stretched out his wand to the mouse in the cage: "It disappeared without a trace!" The mouse's squeak seemed to be still in his ears, but the mouse had disappeared. Only empty cages remained.

Mag thought for a while with a straight face, and then said: "When most of the students can make the mice disappear, I will provide you with bigger creatures. Now you can practice a few more times to master this feeling."

Just as McGonagall was about to leave, Malfoy spoke again, still in that lazy but chilling tone: "Professor, I still have a question."

"What else?" McGonagall looked at him sternly.

"Can the Vanishing Curse be used on people?" Malfoy asked.

There was a murmur of discussion in the classroom, and many people stopped their practice and looked over.

Eridins also looked at Malfoy, and she has felt since the morning that Malfoy is a little different from usual, maybe it is a flash of eyes, or something else, Eridins can't say in detail yet out, but she did sense a change in Malfoy.

McGonagall's stern gaze can be felt even through the lens, "Mr. Malfoy, don't use your brain, I can tell you that theoretically speaking, the Vanishing Curse can make a living person disappear."

There was booing in the classroom, and several people showed excited expressions.

"But I still want to tell you that this requires a huge amount of magical power. The difficulty of the vanishing spell depends on the state and volume of the vanishing object. You already know that it is easier to be small than large, and easier to die than alive. This is The reason why I want you to start with the slug corpse first."

"So no one would use the vanishing spell as a death spell, because it is difficult to succeed and consumes a lot of magic power. This is the content of your spell class. Magic power and spiritual power are equal. No one would be stupid enough to choose one to cast once. A spell that will wear you out."

"Okay." Malfoy shrugged indifferently, and said indifferently, "I have no problem."

After the morning class, they hurried back to the common room to rest for a while before rushing to the afternoon class. Sprout's herb class was getting more and more dangerous. Grass seeds are collected from Mandun Monster Grass, and then the obscure ancient rune is taught. After entering the fifth grade, fewer and fewer people take the ancient rune, because few people can understand what Babling is talking about. up.

Finally at night, Eridins and Malfoy returned to the Slytherin cellar after having dinner together in the Great Hall. When they walked into the common room, Malfoy asked, "Do you have anything else to do tonight?"

Aridins nodded, and Malfoy smiled, but there was no real smile in his eyes.

"Come early." He kissed Eridins lightly in the public, touched each other's lips and left immediately, and then the two walked back to their dormitories, leaving a group of Slytherins stunned.

Eridings returned to the dormitory, and just as she opened the door, she heard Mrs. Black's voice from inside the closet: "Aridings, are you back? Eridings?"

She immediately closed the door with her backhand, suppressed the anger in her heart, quickly cast a soundproof spell on the room, and then walked towards the closet.