Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 21: Generations of Loyalty Malfoy

Armand Malfoy, this is the first Malfoy to come to England.

Following William, Duke of Normandy, he defeated Harold II, then King of England, and gained a large fief in Wiltshire after William proclaimed himself Queen.

This is what Malfoy Manor looked like at the beginning. Later, many Muggle lands were annexed and the manor was expanded.

But anyway, it has been standing here for ten centuries.

Today, the manor still belongs to the Malfoy family, owned by the patriarch Lucius Malfoy.

But today, Lucius was not in a very good mood. He didn't even eat dinner before entering the study.

"pat...pat..."

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the two thin sheets of paper, and his light gray eyes looked out of the window blankly.

Under the silver moonlight, the gorgeous fountain gushes out silver water, and the white peacocks strolling from the manicured garden drink gracefully by the fountain.

Beautiful scenery, but not the slightest bit of attention from its owner, Lucius Malfoy.

"Boom."

A figure appeared out of thin air, it was a house-elf.

"The hostess asked Dobby to ask the master if he wanted something to eat." asked Dobby with big eyes.

"roll."

Amidst the angry reprimand, Dobby left with a "bang".

Lucius looked at the first piece of paper again, and there was only a simple line on it:

While Dobby is away, read page two.

Seeing these words for the first time, Lucius thought it was a prank. If he hadn't opened the envelope, he might have thrown them away.

But when he opened the second page...

Lucius looked at the second page, which had more text than the first page:

Dear Malfoy:

I'm your old friend, we have a secret that belongs only to the two of us:
About a diary, about a secret room.

I think you already know who I am.

Then, remember the time and place below, and arrive on time.

October 7th, ten o'clock in the morning.

Corner of Kensington High Street and Derry Street, Chelsea Borough of London, Telephone box.

Answer the phone after it rings three times.

Your friend.

That's the end of the letter, it's clearly a mysterious friend, but Lucius knows who he is and doesn't think much of it.

Who is it that can make the wealthy and well-connected Patriarch Malfoy feel melancholy through a letter?
There is only one answer, his master.

Master, it's a humbling term, but that's what they called it, and for a long time they were proud of it.

It has been ten years since the incident, and for the entire ten years, Lucius has reflected countless times:
Am I crazy?Am I consumed by desire?Am I being controlled by magic?

The answer is no. Ten years have passed, but he still remembers that person. He is powerful and majestic, and people will even forget his handsome face.

If he did it all over again, he knew that he would still go to that person without hesitation, just because of his strength, his charm, and the... benefits he brought to the pure blood.

But fate had not favored his master, and he had failed, at the hands of a child—even after ten years, the Death Eaters still felt that it was an elaborate lie.

He originally thought that after abandoning a large amount of finances and stripping himself of his guilt, everything was over, at least for the past ten years, he thought so.

But a thin letter...

Can he refuse?
No, you shouldn't ask this question, you should say: Does he dare to refuse?
He dare not.

Even though he knew that that person was definitely not as strong as before, and might even be very weak, he still didn't dare.

But... who would believe a letter without a clue?Who knows if this is a trap set by the Ministry of Magic to liquidate the Death Eaters?

This gave him an excuse to say no, but the fundamental problem remains:
Does he dare?
He can have countless reasons and excuses, but as long as there is a slight loophole, only a single trace is needed, when his master comes...

Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help but shudder.

From dark to dawn, his fists were clenched and loosened, his wand was raised and lowered, and finally...

"Nacissa, I'm going out for a while and take care of the house."

He told his wife this, which made Narcissa look at him suspiciously, but he didn't dare to say a word.

……

October 7th, ten o'clock in the morning.

Red telephone box in Chelsea, London.

"Ring ring ring... ring ring ring... ring ring ring..."

The phone rang on time, and Lucius answered the phone slowly with trembling hands—he hoped that this was a prank, and even hoped that this was the layout of the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately it was not.

"it's me."

There was a metallic sound coming from the phone, which was obviously processed by the voice change, but he was sure of it immediately, and his hanging heart fell to the ground in an instant.

"Master, I have been looking for you for ten years, and I have never stopped for a moment."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and his heart hung up again, but fortunately, there was a voice soon.

"I believe in you, my child."

The electronic voice said, "But now is not the time to reminisce about the past, I am still in a conspiracy, and I need your help."

"Son, are you still willing to trust me unconditionally and help me like before?"

Lucius keenly sensed a change. Compared with the paranoia of the master in the last period of ten years ago, the master at this time seems to be much more enlightened.

"Of course." He said without hesitation, "I am always waiting for your call."

"very good."

There was joy in the voice of the electronic voice, "Two tasks, one message."

"Dedalo Diggle, Cordoli - I don't know his full name, but he's a drunk at the Leaky Cauldron - any of these, find them before the 7th of July.

In secret, modify their memory of drinking on July 7, you'd better not peep at that memory, this is a plan for you and me. "

It's not a big problem to modify the memory of an alcoholic... Lucius kept everything in his heart and gave the answer quickly.

"No problem, master, I promise to complete the task." He responded firmly.

"It's not difficult for you, but the next task is a bit troublesome."

The electronic voice immediately made Lucius nervous.

"I need you to enter Gringotts before Hagrid brings Little Potter into Gringotts on July 7th, and try to steal items from the 29 vault."

Master, you still have misunderstandings about the difference between trouble and danger... Lucius thought with a pale face.

"I must remind you." The electronic voice said without stagnation, "Dumbledore is paying attention to everything."

Master, you just let me buy a coffin, it would be better...

"But the good news is that you don't have to actually steal anything, just put on a show and get his attention."

Appreciate the master, you made a wise decision...

"But this is not all of the mission, you still need..."

Lucius was down, and he woke up after a jolt: "Master, after you said 'this is not the whole mission', I lost my mind, can I trouble you to say it again?"

There was obvious astonishment on the other end of the phone, and he spoke again after a long pause.

　Lucius Malfoy, the CEO of the Dark Lord Group, the person who left in the final battle, I have always suspected that his departure was not because he thought the Dark Lord would fail, but because he was completely desperate for the Dark Lord's behavior in his heart— —Suppressed the wizarding world in England, won all the rights of the Ministry of Magic, and then what did the Dark Lord do?Killing Hogwarts, the place where all wizarding families raise their children, just to kill a Harry Potter, is this something human can do?Is there anything more nonsense than this?It feels like after Qin Shihuang unified the six kingdoms, he came to Jing Ke’s children (if there were any) to show off his achievements. If Li Si and Wang Jian saw it, he would feel that the first emperor had no ambitions.If this is not a bug in the book, then Lao Fu must be crazy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)