Hogwarts's Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin Chapter 173

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Malfoy Manor.

Abraxas just broke out with an earth-shattering cough, and every time he speaks, it seems that he is overdrawing his life.

Looking at his father's appearance, Lucius was frightened and wanted to stop the other party.

But Abraxas waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"When I was just poisoned—" He breathed heavily for a while, then continued, "I once suggested to the Dark Lord not to rush to expand the size of the Death Eaters, after all, it's better than constantly recruiting some identities. Guys who understand...ahem, it's better to use the Imperius Curse on a large scale - ahem, do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad," Lucius replied, "so that more people don't get a share of the pure blood."

"I know most people think this way, including the Dark Lord. But I expected you to think more, Luke." Abraxas gave a wry smile, Lucius is still a little younger after all, if He could have a few more years....

Abraxas sighed, grabbed Lucius' hand and looked at him with puzzled eyes. "If one day someone wants to liquidate the Death Eaters, the Imperius Curse—"

Lucius' eyes widened suddenly, so surprised that he forgot to even cry.

"This is my last selfishness, Luke." Abraxas struggled to show a wry smile that looked like he was crying, "I don't regret taking Malfoy every step of the way, but if one day the Dark Lord fails, I I hope you.... leave a way out for the Malfoys."

"But how could Lord Dark Lord fail..." Lucius muttered.

Lord Dark Lord is so powerful, and he has the support of so many pure-blooded families. On the other hand, look at the Order of the Phoenix.

Except for Dumbledore, the strength of both sides is almost clear at a glance.

"In the past few years, I have been busy with too many things and neglected to teach you." Abraxas' eyes showed a soft and guilty look, "I'm sorry, Luke,? If there is anything If it makes me feel sorry..."

"No, Dad," cried Lucius, grabbing Abraq Arthas's hand, "I didn't grow up fast enough to help you!"

For a split second, there was silence between the Malfoys and the two of them, except for the occasional sob of Lucius and the heavy breathing of Abraxas.

Until another house elf suddenly appeared in the bedroom, screaming and shouting: "Lord Dark Lord is here."

Voldemort was already standing on the porch of Malfoy's house when Lucius hurried out of the room.

A few years ago, Voldemort had to call Abraxas, the owner of the manor, to open the door when he entered the Black house.

And now, he has been able to appear directly and quietly in Malfoy Manor. Even if the defense of Malfoy Manor cannot be compared with the Black family, which has a long history and is known for being good at black magic, his magic power is still growing fast. people are afraid.

"Good afternoon, my lord." Lucius hurriedly saluted, "It is an honor to welcome you."

He didn't even have time to cast a spell on himself and tidy up his appearance, and now his eyes are still red.

Voldemort saw Lucius's appearance, his mind moved slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Abraxas, he..."

Lucius shook his head silently, his eyes sour again.

"Father, he's not very good now." He whispered, "I'm afraid..."

Voldemort frowned, apparently worried.

Yes,? Worry.

At least he could take time out of his busy schedule to perfunctory Malfoy, and Lucius quickly appeared flattered.

In fact, since he entered the door, he seems to have been weighing something, hanging under the cuff at his side, the right hand that usually holds the wand is now tightly clutching a slightly old black Muggle notebook.

"I'll go see him, you don't have to follow, Lucius." He followed up, then strode upstairs.

Lucius was taken aback, but quickly turned sideways to make way for him and saluted behind him: "Yes, my lord. Then I'll go prepare the potion for Dad first."

Hearing his words, Voldemort didn't look back, waved his hand casually, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

When Voldemort pushed open the master bedroom door, Abraxas was still leaning against the head of the bed, with the withered strands of white hair hanging down beside his red-scarred cheeks, as he pulled the corners of his lips in an attempt to be the same as before. When he smiled, another yellow pus came out from the broken red sore.

"I'm glad you came, my lord. I'm sorry I can't meet you anymore," Abraxas gasped.

He was very tired from the long conversation with Lucius just now, but Voldemort's sudden visit made him unable to rest.

"That's okay, Abu." Voldemort looked at Abraxas, who was almost a different person from before, and lowered the volume, as if just a little louder was enough to kill him.

Just a month ago, Abraxas was known as a handsome man in the wizarding world, and now he can't even try to stay clean and tidy at all times.

Ever since he studied at Hogwarts - after more than 30 years of acquaintance, even the hard-hearted Voldemort felt a little strange in his heart when he thought of how handsome he used to be.

"Is the medicine Orion sent useless?" Voldemort asked as he sat down in front of the bed.

"It's not that it doesn't work," Abraxas said hoarsely, "it's just not effective enough—but that's not his fault, after all, the Blacks are good at black magic, not potions."

When Voldemort heard the words, he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn, when I find out who is-"

Hearing the words, Abraxas twitched the corners of his mouth again, but didn't say a word—he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to maintain feelings like hatred.

"Slughogn is still hiding in Hogwarts," Voldemort continued angrily. "He'd better hide for the rest of his life, or see what I do with him."

On the contrary, Abraxas himself seemed much calmer, and he said softly: "Since Nobby Ritchie left early, he has completely fallen out with me. He thinks I have ruined the future of his outstanding student, no. ?"

"That confused old thing," Voldemort couldn't help scolding, "it's always unclear on this kind of thing, is it better for a mudblood to lead the wizarding world in the right direction than a pure-blood wizard? ?"

Even though he was seriously ill, the corners of Abraxas' mouth still twitched sarcastically: "Even if I did it again a hundred times, I would never sit back and watch a Muggle with no wizarding blood become Minister of Magic, even if Sluhor Gern is hiding at Hogwarts now and won't help me with medicine."

"Not to mention." He changed his voice, "Although Slughogn is known as the most famous potion master in this century, most of the poisons I have been poisoned by him have no way to solve it."

"Is this poison really incurable?" Voldemort asked gloomily, unable to imagine if the person who was poisoned was himself...

He squeezed the notebook in his hand, it doesn't matter, he will not die, he is already on the way to fly away from death.

"Maybe." Abraxas continued after a few sharp breaths. "If the Princes are still there, only the Princes..."

There was another violent cough, Abraxas turned pale, and Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with Daddy, my lord," he said, bowing his head slightly. "But it's time for Daddy to drink his medicine."

However, when he raised his head, the carefully prepared potion suddenly fell from his suddenly losing strength, making a clear cracking sound.

He was shaking violently, but he couldn't say a word.

"I don't need it anymore." Voldemort looked indifferently at Lucius' face, which suddenly turned as pale as a dead man, his pupils flashing scarlet, "Merlin has summoned him away."

There was no need to stay anymore, Vorldemort looked at Abraxas quietly lying on the bed for the last time, turned around and walked towards the door, and stopped when he passed Lucius who seemed to be under the immobilization spell.

Stuffing the black leather notebook into Lucius's pocket, he said lightly, "This is what I gave to Abraxas, now it's yours, remember to take good care of it - maybe one day I will. use it."

Then he pushed aside Lucius, who seemed to be unable to hear anything, and walked out of the bedroom door. It was not until he had walked down the stairs that he heard a heart-wrenching cry from upstairs: "Dad!"

Have you ever felt the ruthlessness of time at a certain moment?

He was forced to grow up in an instant like being encouraged by the plucked seedlings, and he can never go back to the carefreeness he once was.

Lucius used to like to use age-enhancing agents to simulate what he would look like when he grew up, but now he feels that he was old at the moment his father passed away.

It seemed that he and the previous child named Lucius were separated into two distinct people.

The death of Abraxas is a huge gap. On one side of the gap is the innocent child, and on the other side is the confused and helpless new Malfoy head who just took office.

Sometimes you have to be strong.

Because no one can replace you and save yourself.

Abraxas' funeral was arranged by Lucius on the third day after his death, at the Malfoy Manor where he had dedicated his life.

That day happened to be Easter in Christianity.

Since then, spring has come and everything has recovered.

Since Abraxas's death was disgraceful, and his misstep this time was likely to cause the Dark Lord to take the Malfoy family's wrath, Abraxas' funeral could not be arranged with much fanfare.

Lucius endured his grief and simply took care of the funeral for his father.

He only invited a few elders of the family to come to participate. After Narcissa learned about this, despite the obstacles within the family, she chose to come to Malfoy Manor to spend the saddest time in his life with Lucius.

"He always advocated luxury during his lifetime, but the funeral was so simple." One of Malfoy's elders couldn't hide a sigh.

"There has been no response from the Dark Lord so far. This time I'm afraid the situation is not very good. After the funeral, you should go abroad to avoid it." The elder warned him solemnly.

Lucius burned all of Braxas' portraits in Malfoy Manor, as requested in the will of Abraxas, who had appeared before him by inheritance of magic.

Because Abraxas hopes that after his death, he can get a quiet and eternal sleep.

"Father, I hope we can meet again in Avalon in the future." Lucius knelt in front of Abraxas' crystal coffin, listening to the ethereal sorrow of the choir, folded his hands, and prayed so devoutly for the first time.

In just a few days, he felt as if he had suffered a serious illness, his face was bloodless, pale and haggard.

Narcissa stayed to help deal with Abraxas's funeral, for which he was immensely grateful.

As for why Blake didn't come... He covered all the thoughts in his eyes.

After Narcissa learned about Malfoy's current situation, she once approached her parents and asked for their help, but Signus and Druella told her not to get too close to Lucius recently.

It was only then that Narcissa realized that maybe things might develop in the direction she was most afraid of.

"He took people to Germany to prepare for the Dark Lord to take over the old forces that Grindelwald came to surrender to, but he was ambushed near Nurmengard..."

"The scene at the time was very chaotic. Malfoy was a very cautious person. Unfortunately, this time the other party was obviously prepared."

"The Ludwig family, who originally came to surrender, also temporarily turned against the tide. This time we suffered very heavy losses... Abu was unfortunately hit by a serious black magic curse during the melee, and the old Crabbe blocked it for him. A life-sucking spell, but when Goyle desperately Apparated him back to England, he was out of breath—"

"Abraxas was struck by a spell near Nurmengard."

This is the Daily Prophet's explanation of the ins and outs of the matter.

In the evening of the next day, Old Nott also came to Malfoy Manor, and he seemed to confirm the rhetoric on the Daily Prophet through such actions.

Lucius seems to have grown from a slightly young aristocratic heir to a real Malfoy family leader overnight. He uses his seemingly thin but reliable shoulders to support the now precarious big family.

There was determination in his gray-blue eyes now.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Nott. Malfoy will never forget anyone who helped him in difficult times. Please bring this to Crabbe and the Gower family as well." Lucius gave it cautiously. promise.

Outside the Malfoy Manor, there were lightning and thunder, and the wind was howling, but this historic castle still stood tall in the wind and rain~www.mtlnovel.com~The sudden death of Abraxas and the wizard of Nurmengard The melee is intertwined, making the situation in the now-smoky magic world even more tense.

His death was so hasty, so hasty that no one expected it.

Just like a thunderstorm on the ground, the pattern of pure blood families in the entire magic world changed in an instant.

The internal contradictions between the four Hogwarts houses have gradually become sharper.

Many pure blood families are watching. They felt that Lucius alone could not support the huge Malfoy family. So many people are eager to try, scrambling to prepare to tear the first bite of 'fat' from this behemoth of 'Malfoy'.

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