Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 251 Lucius' Decision
Gollum, Gollum...

The crucible bubbled rapidly, and the medicine inside was automatically stirred and rotated.

Awakened the three who had fallen into silence. (After hearing that sentence, Narcissa shook her body directly, leaning on the chair made by Malfoy so as not to fall)
Snape stood up.He came to the hearth and took out his wand to the cauldron.

With a wave of his wand, a bundle of dried clover from the table floated into his hand.

Snape began humming a complex spell, waving his wand at the potion in the cauldron.

The potion decoction in the crucible began to be like a fountain, continuously rising and falling, splashing, gushing out of the crucible.

emits a green fluorescence,
— Disgusting, creepy.

Snape unwrapped the dried potion in his hand, and put them into the crucible one by one... Following the movement of the spell, the potion automatically rotated, dissolving the herbs that had just been soaked in it.

Finally, the potion gradually returned to its original state, no longer splashing.

After seeing Snape finish it all.

Narcissa choked up and shouted, "Severus,—is it all right! Severus—is Little Dracora's potion all right!"

she asked very eagerly.

"It's okay! I'm not a third-rate potion master... You can't lose this kind of potion!"

Snape replied coldly.

He turned back to his seat, stared at Lucius and said slowly, "Malfoy! Don't you explain what you just said... what do you mean?"

"What is that notebook is Voldemort himself!"

The words just now caused a huge wave in Snape's heart, and he couldn't calm down.

"Severus! The Dark Lord doesn't like being asked, and I wouldn't be foolish enough to try!"

Lucius avoided the searching gazes of the two, and said dryly, "But I can't pretend that after the Dark Lord disappeared... I didn't have any interest in that notebook."

"But I also know that the Dark Lord will not forgive betrayers... He can forgive mistakes, incompetent people, but betrayers will only lead to death....Yes, if he does come back, I don't want to face his raging rage...I can't let the Malfoy family suffer this kind of rage."

"So I never studied what that notebook is? I just checked some information secretly..."

After Lucius swallowed his spittle, he continued. "That notebook seems to be the diary of the Dark Lord when he was young. I once confused the Muggles and investigated it. The manufacturer of the notebook closed early...just..."

"It's just that the notebook was revised (in a different shape) after it was released only two or three times... and those two or three times were all during the time when Hogwarts [Chamber of Secrets] was opened many years ago..."

"Then... I didn't get into it...I didn't remember it until Arthur Weasley threatened to inspect Malfoy Manor..."

"After losing that thing, it wasn't until the idiot Arthur's son was attacked again, just like my son Decora's condition, that I remembered... about the [Chamber of Secrets], things related to that notebook..."

Watching Malfoy stumbling and defending himself.

Snape sneered inwardly, he didn't believe Malfoy's words at all.

"No matter what, Lucius! The Dark Lord will indeed not forgive betrayers, but he will not like incompetent people, especially incompetent people who have lost things that he specifically confessed to keep..."

Before Snape could finish speaking, Narcissa Malfoy let out a groan.

"I knew that the Dark Lord had returned, and he petrified Decora for revenge and warning!" she sobbed.

Narcissa choked, she seemed to have lost her last bit of strength, her legs were weak, she staggered close to her husband, grabbed Malfoy by his collar, her face was close to his, tears rolled down his chest.

She gasped: 'Lucius!You have to get that notebook back, and ask the Dark Lord for forgiveness... Dracola!oh!My little Dracula, poor little...'

Narcissa could hardly speak a word at all, just kept crying and repeating a sentence.

Malfoy gripped her wrist tightly, holding her so she wouldn't fall to the ground.

"My only son...this is my only son..."

She couldn't stop moaning and crying.

"Stand up! Narcissa...things haven't gotten so bad yet..." Malfoy gained strength at this moment, he pushed Narcissa onto another chair with all his strength, and came to Snape by himself, staring at the withered and thin face.

"Severus! Is the Dark Lord really back?" he asked grimly, his face stiff.

Malfoy bit his lip hard as if he was about to make up his mind, and he didn't even realize that blood was oozing out.

"I don't know . . . " said Snape.
"According to the feeling provided by the mark of the Death Eater... the Dark Lord is far from being strong enough to come back again, but according to the current development of the matter, it is indeed the method of the Dark Lord..."

"What are you thinking, Lucius! Don't do anything stupid! The Dark Lord doesn't like to make his own decisions even more... If he didn't inform us, even if we have doubts in our hearts, we should act as if we never knew about it!"

"Don't worry! Dracola is fine! Narcissa!"

"He will return to his original state in a few months. If you are worried, you can use the giant Thestral carriage in the Malfoy family to use the petrified sculpture back. I will personally send the potion back to Malfoy Manor after the potion is ready. You don't have to worry..."

"Indeed!" Malfoy clenched his fists tightly and spoke to comfort his wife

"Narcissa, all right, drink this and listen to me."

He got her some red wine and forcefully stuffed the glass into her hand.

"Don't worry, Narcissa. I will... settle all this." Malfoy said forcefully.

After hearing this, Narcissa calmed down a little, drank a sip of wine tremblingly, and spilled some on her body.

Then she sat up straight, her eyes widened, and she stared at her husband expectantly.

I didn't think...

"Forget it all!"

Malfoy took out his wand and immediately cast a spell on his wife.

Immediately, Narcissa's eyes fell away, her brows loosened, and her face showed a dazed, indifferent expression to everything.

The original pain, worry, and frown completely disappeared.

He just stood there in a daze, like a youth addicted to the Internet after being disconnected for three days, falling into the state of a sage.

"Lucius, what are you?" Snape was taken aback, this guy wanted to...

“Clean and new!”

Lucius waved his wand and rearranged his wife, making it tidy as usual, not as embarrassing as before.

A few seconds later, Narcissa's body trembled, she regained her senses, frowned, and said to Lucius Malfoy in a calm, low voice, "Honey... what are we?"

"Our presence here confirms Snape's progress in brewing the potion!"

"is it?"

"Okay, Narcissa, go back and give Arthur a good 'greeting' for me?" He emphasized the last two words.

Lucius pretended to be normal to Narcissa.

Narcissa Malfoy agreed dizzily, then left Snape's office and returned to the school medical office.

"Lucius, what is this?" Snape asked again.

Lucius explained to Snape who was full of doubts, "Severus! I know you are an expert in [Legiliency] and a master in [Occlumency]...Even the Dark Lord has a hard time seeing through your memory and entering your brain!"

"That's not true! Lucius, I'm no match for the Dark Lord...me!"

"Stop it, Severus, just treat it as an old friend's request to you for so many years, you must keep the secret of tonight, and the Dark Lord must not find out... In case he really comes back!"

"You must keep the secret of tonight and what I'm going to tell you next..."

Lucius' tone was almost pleading, Snape had never seen this proud young master of the Malfoy family show such a side except facing the Dark Lord.

It seemed that he really had no other choice, and depending on the situation, he was indeed going to tell himself a great message.

"Maybe, it's possible for me... to keep the conversation with you tonight from being known by anyone!"

"Even the Dark Lord!?"

"Even against the Dark Lord! I can try!"

"All right!"

Lucius swallowed, picked up the wine bottle that was still floating in the air, and poured it down his throat in one breath. After the Adam's apple surged up and down, there was no drop of wine left in the bottle.

He threw the bottle away with a wave of his hand, and the bottle slid to the floor of the table.

"If you promise that... Severus! Remember..."

"The notebook is the Dark Lord himself...it's part of the Dark Lord...it's magical...it's alive..."

"Whenever I see that notebook, it's like facing the Dark Lord himself, that ominous, dark and powerful magic power...I can clearly feel it, and this is part of the reason why I want to get it out of Malfoy Manor."

Lucius recalled with a shudder.

"What did you say!" Snape snapped.

Although he didn't know what it was, Snape knew right away that something was wrong.

"You must warn Dumbledore to find the notes quickly...otherwise...you and I will be unlucky..."

"That notebook, I... I lost it in Diagon Alley."

"I have a feeling that it's not the Dark Lord who's coming back now, but something...something, a part of the Dark Lord...I'm afraid this kind of thing won't be with us!"

After Lucius gave instructions in a daze.

"Remember, Severus, in case the Dark Lord returns later, we never said those words..."

"in case!"

"Severus! Just in case..." Lucius repeated, finally seeming to make up his mind, he picked up his wand again and turned it slowly towards his temple.

He tried to echo the conversation with Snape just now, and then a thread of memory of silver mist was picked out by the wand.

It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, and a silvery mist floated on the point of the battle.

Lucius found a long-necked glass bottle from the long table in the room, and put it in the bottle. The silver thread curled up and then stretched out, spiraling like a galaxy.

He corked the cap tightly with trembling hands and handed it to Snape.

"Protect this memory well!"

"Afterwards, I will modify my memory and completely change what happened tonight... If you need to give me this memory one day, I will do everything I can to help you, Severus!"

Listening to Malfoy's words, Snape felt bad.

"Lucius!"

Snape had no time to stop it.

"Forget it all!"

Snape stared helplessly at the guy opposite, and cast a [Forgetting Curse] on his head.

——I can't tell, Malfoy is really a wolf!

Lucius wobbled afterwards, shaking his head vigorously.

Snape could only tell him that he came here to pre-order the potion for his son Decora according to his previous instructions... so as not to be preempted by Arthur's son.

"Yes, that idiot Arthur! His son was also petrified!"

"Hahaha!"

"Thank you so much, Severus!"

"When my son Decora recovers, I will invite you to the best wizard restaurant in France to taste the latest magic dishes..."

Lucius said goodbye to Snape with a joyful humming song, and went to the school doctor's office, preparing to laugh at the Weasleys with his wife.

After Snape saw Lucius leaving and disappeared without a trace, he immediately looked gloomy, walked around the room a few times, and thought for a while.

"Call the gods to protect you!" he yelled.

A silver doe popped from the tip of Snape's wand.

It landed lightly on the floor, touching its head affectionately to Snape's brushing hand.

Snape looked at the doe... warm, guilt and all kinds of feelings came to his heart along with the memories, and this feeling made him feel nostalgic and painful.

After dozens of seconds, he said softly to it, "Go find Dumbledore! Tell him to come here immediately! By the way, tell him to bring the Pensieve!"

It jumped lightly and left the office.

Snape stared at it until its silver light disappeared, until his eyes filled with tears unconsciously.

"Lily!"

He whispered the name engraved in his bone marrow.

……

"That notebook is Voldemort himself!?"

Dumbledore stood in Snape's office again, and he slowly repeated the sentence he had just heard from (the Pensieve) memory.

"What do you think that means, Dumbledore!"

Snape demanded.

He has now recovered from the emotion just now, and used [Occlumency] to seal off his feelings again.

"I think Mr. Lucius has probably already guessed it... That's why he can't wait to modify the memory of the words, trying to forget it... After all, his master, the Dark Lord, doesn't want people to know his secret!"

Seeing Snape's expression of eagerness to know, Dumbledore said softly, "Professor Snape, if our Mr. Malfoy feels right, it's just as I expected... That thing itself seems to be torn from Voldemort, and it's a part of him... If this is the case, we must be prepared."

"Of course I will still receive the reception at the Ministry of Magic..." Dumbledore continued after changing the subject.

"But...Dumbledore, you..." Snape said in shock, he didn't understand.

"Snape, I want to confirm Mr. Malfoy's statement. His statement just confirms a guess I have always had - why even if someone can temporarily defeat Voldemort, they cannot end with him... This is also the reason why I have never made a move at the beginning!"

Dumbledore stopped Snape from retorting with a wave of his hand, and continued.

"It seems that besides the [Chamber of Secrets]... there are other dangers. It seems that I have to set up another protective measure for our little wizards... At the same time, Snape, you should pay more attention to McGuffin. I think he will look for you or Professor McGonagall soon when I am away..."

"If my guess is right...it's time, you just let nature take its course, and just do your job as an ordinary teacher."

After leaving this thoughtless answer, Dumbledore hurried back to his office, as if he was very eager to confirm something.

(End of this chapter)