Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 977: The truth is not important

Time passed by, but no one came to meet. Lucius Malfoy, who was waiting patiently at the temporary stronghold, only felt his hands and feet were cold.

Even if I think about it with my knees, I know something must have happened over there, otherwise the others would have come over to join him.

It is hard for Lucius Malfoy to imagine the horrific punishment of the Dark Lord if he just returned to England.

He couldn't help shivering, not daring to think any more.

I must do something myself.

After much hesitation, Lucius Malfoy finally decided to return to Spain to find out what really happened this evening.

It wasn't that difficult, Snape had left them with some of the concoction, and it took him a while to get his hair out of a Muggle.

Let's be honest, Lucius Malfoy didn't want to be Muggle-like, it was an indelible shame for him, but getting wizard hair wasn't easy right now, and There is a risk of being recognized by others, so turning into a Muggle and disguising as a foreign wizard is the best choice at present. Enduring the discomfort and disgust, Malfoy drank a small cup of the compound potion, and the effect of the potion Down, he soon changed into a different look.

A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy rearranged his clothes and returned to Spain with a travel suitcase.

As long as you find the right way, it's not difficult to find someone to ask for information, at least not for Malfoy. He pretended to be a spectator who came to Spain to watch the International Wizarding Duel Tournament, and was about to check into Barnabus Bar, where both the owner and the waiters were very good at various languages, so there was no need to worry about communication issues.

Malfoy walked into the lively bar, sat down at the empty seat at the counter, ordered himself a drink, and casually chatted with the bartender.

During a seemingly casual chat, Malfoy learned that the Mudblood was not dead, and that he had made it to the round of sixteen and was one of the seeds with the best chance of competing for the championship.

"If you want to bet, go early." The bartender at the counter kindly reminded, "But don't blame me if you lose."

Lucius Malfoy didn't pay attention to what the other party said, but turned his eyes to the Spanish newspaper thrown on the counter. He actually saw the news of Gower's group being arrested in the newspaper, although Malfoy couldn't read it. Knows Spanish, but that doesn't prevent him from understanding what's in the photo.

"It seems that another dark wizard has been arrested?" The bartender glanced at the newspaper on the table, wiped the wine glass, and said with a smile, "The newspaper said that the one who was arrested was the dark wizard from the UK, He seems to be called a Death Eater. He seems to be trying to assassinate a contestant, but he was discovered and subdued by the patrolling Aurors. I really don't know what those people's minds were thinking. They actually made trouble in the heavily guarded duel competition? You? His face doesn't seem very good."

"I haven't had a good rest for two days and two nights." Lucius Malfoy drank all the drinks in his glass, paid for the key, and took the suitcase back to his room to rest.

Of course, Lucius Malfoy doesn't have the heart to sleep, he's thinking about how to exonerate himself, and the Dark Lord will certainly not let him go easily, especially since the Dark Lord knows that he has accidentally left his diary After it was broken, Malfoy felt that the Dark Lord didn't like him very much.

Now, the mission has failed again.

You can't fail because you're too rubbish. Their failures must be trapped by the Order of the Phoenix, and the Mudblood is prepared.

"Yes, doesn't that mean that the Mudblood can prophesy?" Malfoy suddenly sounded a reason to justify himself.

The reason for their failure is more that the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew their plans in advance through the mudblood's prophecy, and secretly attacked them to intercept them. Even the assassination of the mudblood at close range was escaped by that guy. A catastrophe.

Isn't this the best proof?

That mudblood is a threat!

If he shines at the International Wizarding Tournament...

Lucius Malfoy stared at the newspaper in his hand, realizing that he actually sincerely hoped that the other party would make the top four.

This is ridiculous.

However, as long as the opponent is stronger and shows more amazing strength, their failure will not appear so wasteful.

How to say that sentence: It's not that I don't work hard, but the enemy is too strong.

……

In the player area of ​​the gym, Albert suddenly sneezed. He reached out and rubbed his nose. He went to the counter to buy a refreshing hot drink, so as not to catch a cold at night.

The number of remaining players is getting smaller and smaller, and the time of the game is getting longer and longer, and sometimes the battle cannot be finished for a quarter of an hour.

In the crowd who stayed, the young Albert was too conspicuous, especially after the last newspaper helped Albert to expose the halo above his head, more people were interested in him.

Drinking a refreshing drink, Albert sat in the corner and waited quietly.

Although the danger has passed, he still does not dare to relax, the duel is not over tonight, and his opponent may be more dangerous than the Death Eaters.

No way, I met a dark wizard in the first two rounds.

Although it didn't take much effort to win, but in the face of bizarre black magic, you have to play 12 points of spirit. If you are hit by black magic, God knows what bad effects will happen.

This time, Albert's opponent was a squinting man in his thirties, who seemed to be a dark wizard, because before the match, the referee had specially reminded him that this was a unique treatment for dark wizards.

Squinting and smiling makes Albert be vigilant, as the saying goes, squinting is a monster.

As soon as the duel started, Albert struck first, and has yet to meet a wizard who casts spells faster than him. Perhaps knowing that the speed of casting the spell was not as fast as Albert, the guy directly deployed the magic barrier and successfully blocked Albert's first two attacks.

Actually, it is normal for the attack to be blocked. After all, he has already played several times, and the routine he used has probably been sold to other players by the intelligence dealer.

After learning about the opponent's intelligence, he will definitely target his weakness.

For example, they rarely use black magic, and rely more on skill and strength to defeat their opponents, and the magic barrier can easily block the first wave of attacks, so that they will not be in a hurry.

However, incomplete information can be harmful.

Squinting obviously also realized this, the defensive barrier did block the enemy's attack, but this situation did not last long, the magic barrier in front of him suddenly shattered, and a spell flew towards him.

"It's really annoying to be underestimated!"

Squinting and abruptly opening his eyes flashed fiercely, and he waved his wand to block the oncoming Disarming Charm.

This guy's spell casting speed is really as fast as the information described, and the other party is not not good at black magic, but just doesn't want to use it,

After blocking the opponent's six consecutive attacks in a row, he squinted and waved his wand, preparing to knock down the opponent in one go. It would be bad for him to drag him down, and there would always be loopholes in his defense.

"Don't die."

A large amount of black flames erupted from the top of the wand, turning into a flaming bird and rushing towards Albert with terrifying power.

Valley"Devil's Fire!"

At this moment, the audience in the stadium exclaimed in surprise. Everyone was taken aback. As long as they had a little knowledge, they knew how dangerous this spell was. Even the Aurors guarding the stage Feeling bad, they clenched their wands tightly. If the devil's flame was out of control, they would cast a spell to extinguish the devil's flame as soon as possible.

"My God!"

"Be careful!"

"Hurry up!"

When the audience on the stage thought that Albert was about to be engulfed by the terrifying devil flames, they saw Albert calmly waving his wand, like a knight wielding a long sword and slashing the firebird head-on In two halves, the tumbling devil flames suddenly soared, gathered in the sky into a group, and then turned into a lion-body griffin and rushed towards the black wizard in the opposite direction.

This scene shocked everyone present.

No one thought that the young wizard in the audience could control the violent devil flame in the blink of an eye, and quickly countered the enemy.

"My God! How did he do it, isn't that the devil's flame?"

Just now, Tonks thought that Albert would be engulfed by the devil's flame, but the next moment, the other party actually shattered the devil's flame and gained control.

"No, Anderson is obviously very good at using the Devil's Flame too." Kingsley looked at the Gryphon that was rushing towards the Dark Wizard and said in a low voice, "I heard he was in the Triwizard Tournament labyrinth. , he used a fiery fire spell to burn a fried tail snail to death."

Squinting at the griffin-headed beast rushing towards him, he suddenly felt bad, not because of the devil flames flying towards him, but because of the opponent's accomplishments in black magic.

After successfully eliminating the devil's flame, Mimi Yan decisively raised her hands and surrendered.

No black magic?

Stop kidding!

This guy probably thinks he doesn't need to use black magic!

If you annoy the other person, you may die here accidentally.

The squinting and abrupt surrender made the audience very uncomfortable. They originally thought there would be a thrilling duel, but they surrendered abruptly. Some angry audiences even threw bottles down.

"Congratulations, you won." The wizard said with a smile, "This is my business card. Maybe you have some inconvenient things to do, or some illegal items that you need to use, I can do it. To help you, and then give you a 15% discount."

"Well, maybe that day won't be too far away." Albert raised his hand and pointed at the business card, and the business card disappeared by itself.

"You're so cautious." Squinting and not angry, he said with a smile, "However, be careful, I believe we can work together happily. By the way, I'm betting on you to win the championship, cheer up."

The expression on Albert's face twitched slightly, looking at Mimi's eyes leaving, turning around and returning to the contestant area, the next final match will determine the final four.

However, there will be no last match, because Albert's opponent, in the 16-to-8, fought a lose-lose with his opponent and was unable to continue the game. Albert directly advanced by bye.

This is not uncommon in dueling competitions.

Albert is without a doubt a dark horse!

Newspapers covered it up.

However, a casino held an overnight meeting to discuss Anderson's chances of winning.

No way, there were huge bets at the start of the race that Albert Anderson would win the final.

If this really makes the dark horse the final champion, I don't know how much it will cost.

Furthermore, this scene seems, seems like, deja vu.

“What now?”

"Don't ask me, anyway, you don't need to bet anything related to this guy in the future." The man thought for a while and then said, "You collect the guy's information and send it to the other three, telling them , as long as you can brush down the dark horse, you can get a sum of money, remember, go in a private name."

"Will this work?" someone asked uneasily.

"It's okay if you can't, there are some things you can't do, don't expect you to do it, others will not know. Duel competitions must be relatively fair, at least on the surface, which is why those events are held in Spain. Screw it up and there's going to be a whole bunch of people trying to kill you," the man warned.

On the other hand, Lucius Malfoy trembled with excitement after learning that Albert had entered the top four. He hurried back to England with the paper and told the Dark Lord the "good news".

Lucius Malfoy lowered his head lower after feeling Voldemort's colder gaze, however, this did not save him from the Dark Lord's punishment.

No way, Voldemort was very unhappy, he had not many Death Eaters at all, and as a result, there were a few less at once, and it was strange if he was in a good mood. As for Peter Pettigrew, who died, Voldemort never cared. After his life and death, he died.

"Lucius~IndoMTL.com~ You've really disappointed me." Voldemort's tone was utterly indifferent.

"Master, that's really not my problem." Malfoy said anxiously, "Our plan was easily seen through, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix caught us off guard. The Mudblood seemed to know something through prophecy, he He had known for a long time that someone was going to assassinate him."

"Don't make excuses for your incompetence." Voldemort looked angrier and gave Malfoy another Cruciatus.

"Master, Severus is right, that Muggle is a real troublemaker, and we'd better kill him as soon as possible before he grows up." Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth. In the agony of the Cruciatus, he was trying to turn the Dark Lord's attention to the Mudblood.

"That Mudblood...I will kill him with my own hands."

Voldemort stared at Malfoy who was still lying on the ground, and commanded indifferently, "As for the group of caught guys, find a way to get them out, if you fail again, you should know what the consequences will be. "

"I will," said Malfoy shudderingly, knowing that the Dark Lord was running out of patience with him.

However, it's not just them who are in a bad mood. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is not in a much better mood either. He had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by urgent news from the Ministry of Magic, but what angered Fudge the most was that the Spanish Ministry of Magic claimed to have captured a group of "Death Eaters", ready to hand them over to England in exchange for a bounty remuneration.

The news of catching the Death Eaters is certainly pleasing, but the identities of those people make Fudge less happy.

"No, they can't be Death Eaters."

Fudge has made a decision, and he knows that if these people are defined as Death Eaters, they will definitely get into big trouble.

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