Hogwarts Slytherin

But even though Abraxas has passed away, after all, his power is still there, so no one wants to be the one who stands out.'

Those people who were watching were just like hyenas that smelled blood, staring at Lucius's every move, ready to swarm him as soon as they got the chance.

No matter who dies, life goes on.

Although Abraxas, the former head of the Malfoy family, had great prestige in the wizarding world, people's attention had changed direction.It is true that when Lucius, who was still wearing black mourning clothes, began to appear in front of the public, no matter whether it was true or false, someone always came forward to say something similar to condolences.

But in fact, there are no more than five people who are still sad about the death of Abraxas.

As Lucius's fiancée, Narcissa always seizes the opportunity to stay with Lucius during this period, so when she saw Lucius appear at the entrance of Diagon Alley, she immediately greeted him.

Alphard, who was standing with her, also followed slowly.

Unlike Narcissa, who was worried about her fiancé, Alphard just couldn't stand Walburga's emphasis over and over again at home: "Don't do anything to disgrace the Black family again."

For Merlin's sake, he didn't do anything!

At least not yet.

Today, Diagon Alley is rarely visited. The shops are all closed and there is no one in the alley.

Except for the entrance of an obviously damaged store, there were several wizards in black robes standing there.

The word Malfoy can be faintly seen on the broken sign.

"It's a pity that these things happened." Voldemort said indifferently to Lucius at the door of Malfoy's broom shop.

A wizard next to Voldemort came out at the right time and explained: "After learning about this incident and Malfoy's private property being attacked, the Dark Lord rushed over as soon as possible."

This was the first time Alphard saw Voldemort, and he was so overwhelmed by his intimidating aura that Narcissa didn't even dare to glance at him.

"Is this going to start?" Lucius looked at the dilapidated broom shop, mentally prepared for everything.

He just glanced at the store lightly, as if these were not worth mentioning in his eyes, and this loss was just a step away from Malfoy.

But no one expected that the respected Dark Lord could come here in person. Lucius was very grateful for this, and his eyes even turned slightly red.

Voldemort looked very satisfied with this.

******

Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort summoned a Malfoy house elf and asked him to prepare some refreshments.

After the house elf saw Lucius's forehead slightly tilted, he quickly went down to prepare.

"Abu's death is a big loss for us. At the same time, I feel very, very heartbroken." Voldemort saw all the little actions between them, but he didn't make a sound, he just picked up the family carelessly. Earl Gray tea sent by the elf.

At this moment, there were only two of them in the hall. Narcissa was "invited" to the guest room to rest, while Alphard and the other Death Eaters were left in Diagon Alley.

Therefore, except for the person involved, no one saw the next shocking scene.

Voldemort poured a glass with his own hands and placed it in front of Lucius: "You should know. Your father and I are old friends, and I have always trusted him very much."

His tone slowly took on a hint of memory: "When Abu and I first met, we were still two little wizards who had just entered Hogwarts. I didn't expect that you are so old now. I didn't expect that he would still be so old. So young, just-"

He did not continue, but sighed with regret.

After a moment of silence, he asked Lucius: "So, what are your plans next?"

Lucius said nothing.He looked at the steaming mist above the cup of black tea that Voldemort poured for him, wondering what he was thinking.

But from Voldemort's point of view, it was more like being flattered.

His pupils darkened, and the scarlet color in the depths of his pupils was as deep as aged wine. "I know that sooner or later you will achieve what Abu did."

He stood up and said in a slow tone: "But, with all due respect, with your current strength and status, you cannot guard the huge Malfoy family. After all, you are still too young."

"I know Abu's character very well. He can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. He is too pure, so he always gives people a feeling of being superior. There is actually nothing wrong with this. I admire this very much about him. kind of character. But—"

When he changed the topic, his voice became slightly hoarse, like a poisonous snake spitting out its seeds and preparing to catch its prey: "His personality will also attract many enemies. I think you have experienced it, Lucius."

"Those people don't pay attention to the rules of the nobility. Those mudbloods are like gangrenous gangrenes. Whenever they find an opportunity, they will swarm them. They don't care about any virtues, morals, etiquette rules. Yes. The only thing that can intimidate them is absolute strength. Otherwise, you will become their prey and be sucked out of the last drop of 'blood' by them."

"Given time, you will naturally not need to pay attention to this group of people when you reach Abu's height. But unfortunately, Lucius, what you lack most now is the time to grow up."

Lucius knelt down on one knee, held up a corner of Voldemort's robe, lowered his head and kissed it: "Malfoy will always be loyal to the Dark Lord."

Seeing this, Voldemort smiled. Sure enough, Malfoy was indeed a smart man, but his tone was still a bit awkward.

"I can provide you with a helping hand, but after all, I am not from the Malfoy family, so I can help you scare you for a while, but there is no guarantee that I can scare them for the rest of their lives. The only one who can do this is you, Lucius. You He is the one who can decide the future of the Malfoy family."

"Of course, I can also help you grow up as quickly as possible, so that you can have the ability to scare those young people and protect the Malfoy family as soon as possible." Voldemort's voice became very soft: "You should know that today's Death Eaters , the former Knights of Walpurgis, it was co-founded by your father and I when we were students. The Dark Lord is willing to protect every one of his loyal servants."

"Yes, Master." Lucius knelt on the ground, his head lowered.

At this moment, it seemed that even the blond hair that he was most proud of had dimmed a bit.

Voldemort, who had achieved his goal, left.

The great Dark Lord was too generous to Malfoy. He could have snatched it away directly, but he still took time out of his busy schedule to give him a chance to be loyal to him forever.

......

Lucius remained kneeling on the ground, motionless.

When Narcissa saw from the window that Voldemort had left the confines of Malfoy Manor, she immediately ran downstairs.

"Lou, Lucius." Narcissa suppressed the fear in her heart and stuck her head out from the entrance of the reception room.

When Narcissa saw the scene in the hall clearly, she couldn't help but cover her mouth. The next second, tears burst into her eyes, and she ran over to hug him, holding him tightly in her arms.

There was a hint of crying in her voice: "Luke, are you okay? It's okay, I'm here. I'm still with you."

Lucius gently leaned his head in Narcissa's arms, closed his eyes, and put his arms around her waist.

They were purebloods and a union of interests, but she really loved him.

It was also because of this love that when she saw Voldemort, every cell in her body was clearly screaming: Run away!

But she didn't.

"Sissi." Lucius took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "I always thought that I was really lovable, so those people would be so kind and friendly to me."

He didn't say any more and was silent for a while, looking at the ground blankly.

After a long time, Narcissa heard his inaudible sigh: "It turns out that someone helped me block everything."

Narcissa didn't know how to answer. At this time, all verbal comfort seemed too pale.

She just hugged him tightly, lowered her head and gently touched his hair with her lips.

It's like a young wolf pup clinging tightly to another injured wolf pup, hoping to transfer some warmth to the other person with its body temperature.

******

Black Manor.

"Sissi, my darling, are you okay?" Narcissa rushed back to Black Manor from Malfoy Manor as soon as she received the letter from her parents.

As soon as she stepped out of the Floo network, she was hugged tightly by her mother, Druella Black.

"It's so scary. None of us thought that those guys would be so unscrupulous not long after Abraxas left!"

"You and Lucius must have been frightened. As soon as your father and I got the news, we hurried back. But because we didn't prepare the door key, we were delayed a little."

They were indeed frightened when Alphard told them that the two had been taken away by Voldemort.

Signus and Druella loved Narcissa the most. She was not as paranoid and crazy as Bella, and not as independent as Andromeda.

Druella had been particularly partial to her since she was a child.

Druella let go of Narcissa, lowered her head slightly, gently stroked her face, and looked at her carefully, her eyes full of concern: "Look, how much my baby has suffered during this time, and the look on her face So haggard."

Then she took Narcissa into her arms again. "It really hurts my heart."

"Where's Lucius? Is the child okay now?" Narcissa's father, Signus Black, also came out of his room. It looked like he had hurried back after a long journey and had just changed his body. Clothes, it looks like I haven’t had time to rest yet.

"Is he okay now? Abu's sudden death must have put a lot of pressure on him."

"He's not very good." Narcissa gently broke away from her mother's arms and shook her head sadly.

"Mother, during this time the Rozier family has openly challenged the Malfoy family. They have incited several of the Malfoy's affiliated families. Except for the Crabbe family and the Goyle family, all other affiliated families have been involved." She couldn't continue. Biting her lips slightly sadly.

Druella was the daughter of the Rozier family and slightly avoided her eyes.

"So, my little Sissi, tell me, what do you think?" Signus gently touched Narcissa's long golden hair. "The boy Lucius was well taught by Abraxas. But he is still too young."

He sighed as if he had seen the ending: "What a pity for the Malfoy family."

"Father..." Narcissa was a little disappointed when her mother didn't reply to her.

After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke to his father: "I beg you. Can you lend a helping hand to the Malfoy family?"

"Sissi." Signus spoke earnestly.

"I know that you and Lucius have a very good relationship. But there are some things that we cannot interfere with. Once we interfere, the nature of the matter will change. If I interfere, the Malfoy family will automatically be classified as the Black family by other families. After that, the Malfoy family will no longer have the right to speak among the pure-blooded families."

"So, Lucius must overcome this difficulty by himself, otherwise, no one can save the Malfoy family. Sissy, do you understand this?"

Narcissa closed her eyes in pain: "Yes, I know."

she thought to herself.

However, after the Dark Lord takes action, Luke will forever lose Malfoy's right to speak.

******

Hogwarts.

By the Black Lake.

"Reggie!" James noticed him and shouted, waving his arms.

Reggie rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.

"It seems that I am alone now, child, go and enjoy your youth." Professor Sprout smiled and pushed her, and the black-haired wizard could only say a hasty hug and ran towards the lake.

To his surprise, instead of doing nothing, they threw a lot of paper balls on the ground.

"You are littering. If Filch sees it, he will be very happy to let you clean the bathroom on the second floor." Reggie coughed lightly and reminded kindly.

Ever since he discovered that there were a lot of vixens there, Filch always liked to use it to torture students who violated school rules.

Of course, there's Moaning Myrtle to spice up the punishment.

"We'll take care of it," Sirius said nonchalantly.

James looked at him excitedly and said, "We were just talking about you, great genius, can you help teach me how to write love poems?"

"What?" Reggie knelt down and looked at him levelly, wanting to confirm if he was joking. After seeing the seriousness in his eyes, he asked doubtfully, "I've never written a love poem, how can I help you?"

"All the professors say you are a genius! What's more, you even get an O every time on the history of magic paper!" James retorted.

Trying his best to resist the urge to continue rolling his eyes, Reggie warned himself in his mind that there was no need to discuss the logical relationship between love letters and history of magic papers with this single-celled creature.

"In that case." Reggie sat down in the open space next to them, "Then what reward do I get?"

"No! We are good friends!" James said righteously.