Chapter 424
Voldemort resisted Wayne's death curse at the cost of half of his body and escaped from the battlefield.
For him, as a master of dark magic, it was not difficult to restore his body.
Whether it was taking the flesh and blood of others or creating it himself with dark magic, it was a matter of convenience.
But who was Voldemort?
Being attacked by Lawrence was a great humiliation for him. Voldemort attributed it to the fact that he had just been resurrected and his strength had not yet recovered to its heyday.
But this reason did not make him feel better. He took this opportunity to perform another dangerous magical transformation on his body.
It was just that the two sides of the body had not yet been completely integrated, so it became such a weird appearance.
In the first moment after his body recovered, Voldemort did not show up directly.
The situation was unclear, and he did not achieve any of the goals he wanted to achieve.
The Minister of Magic was not dead, Harry Potter was not dead, and he was injured.
Once the Ministry of Magic sent a large number of Aurors to search for him, in cooperation with Dumbledore and Lawrence
Well, even a proud Voldemort had to admit that the hundreds of killing curses last time made him feel the breath of death.
Wayne already had the strength to threaten his life.
Even if an old man and a young man played a mixed doubles with him, he couldn't stand it.
What made Voldemort panic the most was the appearance of another him.
Peter Pettigrew had been with him for a year, and he didn't see any signs.
Little Barty also betrayed him and wanted to kill him for no reason.
All kinds of changes made Voldemort doubt whether all his "107" subordinates had been turned against him, so that he didn't dare to trust anyone, and the original idea of summoning Death Eaters was shelved.
Until a few days later, he saw the criticism in the Daily Prophet and the still calm magic world, and gradually gained some courage and dared to move outside.
After observing the Malfoy family for a few days, he made sure that there was no problem and went directly to the door.
There were many reasons why he first went to Lucius Malfoy.
The main reason was anger!
He gave the diary to Lucius for safekeeping, but now another him has been resurrected.
Voldemort believed that Lucius did not have the ability and means, but the problem with the diary was in his hands, so he naturally had to settle accounts with him.
After a cruel torture, Voldemort understood the cause and effect, and also confirmed that Lucius had no involvement with the other him.
Only then did he move into the manor and summoned other Death Eaters.
This made Voldemort hate Wayne even more.
Originally, he thought he could call over fifty people, who were all fence-sitters who had escaped punishment from the Ministry of Magic, but they could be used.
But in the end, only over twenty people came.
He then remembered that the remaining Death Eaters were either dead or sent to Azkaban by Lawrence.
Looking at the big fishWith just a few small fish, Voldemort was completely defeated, and his original ambition after resurrection became forbearance.
Anyway, he had been forbearing for so many years, so it was no big deal to endure for a while longer.
Lucius respectfully reported the news he had recently heard from the Ministry of Magic.
This was also the reason why Voldemort would look for him first.
In the Ministry of Magic, the Malfoy family had a wide network of contacts, especially with Fudge. Even if their loyalty was questionable, Voldemort was confident that his power would make him afraid.
"Master, Fudge is currently targeting Dumbledore. This is his fourth time to be questioned this week."
"I'm so glad I didn't kill this idiot."
Voldemort sneered: "I didn't expect that he could be so useful."
Lucius said calmly: "Master is wise. A hypocritical person like Dumbledore will never directly oppose Fudge. He can only passively accept the Ministry of Magic's difficulties with him. He has no energy to track down your whereabouts."
Voldemort felt very happy to hear the first half of the sentence, because he always thought Dumbledore was too hypocritical.
He obviously has such a strong power, but he pretends to be a harmless old man. Now he finally suffers the consequences.
But when Lucius finished speaking, his snake pupils had already stood up.
"You mean I'm afraid of Dumbledore?"
"Ahhhhhh!"
A sharp scream rang out in the room. Narcissa covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Draco trembled all over and watched his father rolling on the ground.
He wanted to rush over, but was held tightly by Narcissa.
"No, Draco, no."
"Lord, Master, I don't mean that." Lucius begged desperately: "You are the greatest Lord, you are the most powerful wizard in the magic world!"
With a cold snort, Voldemort dispersed the Cruciatus Curse.
"Continue to pay attention to the Ministry of Magic's movements and intensify the conflict between Fudge and Dumbledore."
Voldemort stood up and came to Lucius, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes:
"Remember, don't show your head for the time being. Since Fudge thinks I haven't come back, we will cooperate with him to get the information about the rotation of Azkaban and find an opportunity to release our people."
"Yes, Master." Lucius didn't dare to refuse and could only respond in a low voice.
But he also made his own small request.
"Can you lend me the Rosier brothers?"
"No." Voldemort refused lightly, "They are busy with other things."
He glanced at Lucius and played with the wand in his hand carelessly: "Karkaroff ran back to Durmstrang overnight the day after I came back."
"Does he think he can escape after leaving England?"
Malfoy felt a chill in his heart. He knew that Voldemort was telling him the fate of traitors, and he dared not say any more nonsense.
Voldemort glanced at the door, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Dear Draco, come here."
Lucius looked up suddenly, "Master..."
"Shut up."
Just two words made Lucius unable to speak. Draco walked in trembling, with his head down.
"I heard that you are learning magic from Lawrence? And you have a good relationship with him?" Voldemort looked at him.
"Yes, yes." Malfoy's voice trembled: "I won't go next semester, Lord Dark Lord."
"NONONO..." Voldemort shook his finger: "I won't interfere with a studious student. Not only will you go next semester, but you must also complete some small tasks I assign to you."
Malfoy pursed his lips tightly and whispered: "What tasks."
"Write down everything he said, and then... find a chance to kill him."
"Master, leave this task to me." Lucius quickly hugged Voldemort's thigh: "I can kill Lawrence, Draco is still a child."
"Are you qualified to kill Lawrence?" Voldemort looked at him with disgust: "Draco and Lawrence are friends, so he has the opportunity to kill him." I will sneak attack and poison you."
"You? You will kill everyone before you even touch them."
"Get out of here!" With a wave of his sleeves, Voldemort knocked Lucius away and disappeared into a black shadow. His cold voice echoed in the living room:
"Draco, you only have one year. If Lawrence is still alive after one year, the Malfoy family will be extinct."
The father and son looked at each other, and Draco asked in a crying voice: "Father, what should I do?" (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
"It's okay, I will help you." Lucius comforted his son:
"I will find a way to let you complete the task, it will be okay..."
Lucius lied to Draco. He didn't know what to do with Wayne.
It's impossible for a sneak attack with a spell to succeed. Poisoning?
But Wayne has a phoenix. Ordinary poisons have no effect on him, and he can't get effective poisons at all.
What else can he do?
How could Draco have a way to deal with a being similar to the Dark Lord?
If he was discovered, Draco would definitely not survive with Wayne's cruel methods.
Lucius tossed and turned in bed. He knew that this was the Dark Lord's punishment for him losing his diary, and they had no right to refuse.
It was unknown how long it took before he fell asleep.
As a result, Lawrence appeared in the dream.
"Is your family's schedule so chaotic?" Wayne stood in front of Lucius and asked speechlessly: "I've been waiting for you to sleep until dawn 0 ........"
Lucius looked confused.
Fuck, this dream is so real. []
"Don't be stunned."
A throne appeared under Wayne, and Lucius's consciousness was out of controlFloating up:
"This is your dream space, Mr. Malfoy, I just come to visit."
"Laurence, Mr. Lawrence." Lucius finally woke up.
No, it can't be called awake, because he is still in a dream.
Lucius couldn't help but be shocked by this miraculous method. Being able to enter dreams and communicate with people, isn't this the mysterious magic that only Merlin can master in the legend?
Could it be that Lawrence is a descendant of Merlin, or even his reincarnation?
"Is Voldemort in your house?" Wayne asked.
Lucius's face changed, and his eyes were full of shock.
Seeing the change in his expression, Wayne understood: "Finally found it."
During this period of time, he had penetrated many people's dreams to find Voldemort.
Seeing Lucius looking at him in horror, with a fluctuating expression, Wayne comforted him: "Don't worry about Voldemort's Legilimency. This is a dream. When you wake up, you will forget everything."
Suddenly, Lucius's expression instantly improved a lot. He knelt on the ground with a plop and begged loudly:
"Mr. Lawrence, please save Draco. The Dark Lord is not a human being!"
Wayne smiled and had a clear mind: "Oh? What does this have to do with Draco? Did Voldemort ask him to assassinate Dumbledore?"
"No." Lucius shook his head and looked at him cautiously: "The Dark Lord asked Draco to assassinate you. If the task is not completed within a year, our whole family will die."
Wayne: "..."
Tnnd Voldemort.
You didn't deal with such a big Dumbledore, but you targeted me?
Even if you let Malfoy go find Harry, it's fine.
With Voldemort in mind again, Wayne's expression quickly returned to normal: "He thinks highly of Draco."
Lucius begged: "As long as you can save Draco, I am willing to do anything for you, Mr. Lawrence, Draco is your friend."
"You are a kind Hufflepuff, how can you see your friend fall into the hands of the enemy."
"That's right." Wayne nodded seriously: "I am indeed a kind Hufflepuff, you have good vision."
Lucius's breath was choked.
Then there was another series of flattery.
No matter how many holes there are, flattery will not be worn out, not to mention that what he said was all true, so Wayne was quite satisfied with him.
"There is still one year left. As long as you cooperate well, Voldemort will be dead in one year."
Lucius promised without hesitation: "Whatever you need me to do, I can do it."
"It's very simple. I will come to your dream from time to time. Just tell me Voldemort's whereabouts and plans."
Lucius breathed a sigh of relief. He had no psychological burden in betraying the Dark Lord.
The only thing he was worried about was that he, his wife and children would be killed after being exposed, but he was not afraid in his dream, and the concealment was much higher.
"Can you please tell Draco? I don't want him to worry all the time."
"Now is not the time. I will talk to him when he arrives at school."
Lucius thanked him again.
Then, Wayne asked about Voldemort's current status and plans.
Lucius told him everything, even which Ministry of Magic officials he would win over later.
Now Lucius doesn't want to be on the Dark Lord's ship at all.
He can serve the Dark Lord himself, but it doesn't mean that his son should also be a Death Eater.
Unless, when the Dark Lord completely wins and completely rules the British Isles.
But with Dumbledore and Lawrence around, Voldemort doesn't look like he can win.
With all the information, Wayne left the dream space.
In the real world, Lucius seemed to have unloaded a burden in his sleep, and his originally furrowed brows also relaxed.
On the other side, Wayne slowly opened his eyes.
Damn Voldemort, he actually wanted to attack him, and sent Malfoy to disgust him.
When it comes to disgusting people, Master Lawrence has never been afraid of anyone. .