Hogwarts's Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin Chapter 174

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But even if Abraxas has passed away, after all, his legacy is still there, so no one wants to be that early bird.

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

No matter who dies, life always goes on.

Despite the great prestige of Malfoy's former head, Abraxas, in the wizarding world, attention has shifted. It is true that when Lucius, who was still wearing black mourning clothes, began to appear in front of the public eye, no matter whether it was true or false, someone would always come forward and say something similar to condolences.

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

As Lucius' fiancee, Narcissa always took the opportunity to stay by Lucius's side, so when she saw Lucius appearing 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 the Walburga's repeated emphasis on "don't do anything to humiliate the Black family again".

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

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Diagon Alley today is rare, with all the shops closed, and no one in the alley.

Except for the door of a clearly damaged store, there were several wizards in black robes.

Malfoy's words were faintly visible from the broken sign.

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

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

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

"Is this the beginning?" Lucius looked at the dilapidated broom shop, mentally prepared with everything in his heart.

He just glanced at the store lightly, as if these things were not worth mentioning in his eyes, and this loss was only a scratch for Malfoy.

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

Voldemort looked very satisfied with this.

Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort summoned a Malfoy house-elf to prepare some refreshments.

After seeing Lucius' slight forehead, the house elf quickly went down to prepare.

"For Abu's death, it is a great loss for us, and at the same time I feel very, very heartache." Voldemort saw the small movements between them, but he didn't say anything, just picked up the family carelessly. Earl Grey tea from the elves.

At this moment, there were only the 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 parties involved, no one saw the next scene that fell below the eyeball.

Voldemort poured a cup himself and put 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 was slowly reminiscent: "When Abu and I first met, we were two little wizards who had just entered Hogwarts. I didn't expect you to be so old now. So young to be—"

He didn't say anything, but sighed with regret.

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

Lucius didn't speak. He looked at the thick mist over the cup of black tea that Voldemort poured him, and wondered what he was thinking.

But from Voldemort's side, 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 Abu's achievements."

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

"I know Abu's character very well. He can't put any sand in his eyes. He is too pure, so he always gives people a sense of superiority. There's nothing wrong with this. I admire his attitude very much. character. But—"

As soon as his words changed, his voice became slightly hoarse, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters ready to capture its prey: "His character will also provoke many enemies. I think you have realized it, Lucius."

"Those people don't pay attention to the rules of the nobles. Those mudbloods are like gangrene, and they will swarm when they find an opportunity. They don't care about virtues, morals, etiquette rules. The only thing that can deter them is absolute strength. Otherwise, you will become the prey in their mouths, and they will **** up the last drop of blood."

"In time, when you reach the height of Abu, you naturally don't have to pay attention to this group of people. But unfortunately, Lucius, what you lack most now is the time to grow up."

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

Seeing this, Voldemort smiled, and sure enough, Malfoy was indeed a smart person, but his tone was still a little embarrassed.

"I can help you, but I'm not from the Malfoy family after all, so I can shock you for a while, but I can't promise to shock them forever. The only one who can do this is yourself, Lucius. You The one who can decide the future of the Malfoy family."

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

"Yes, Master." Lucius fell to his knees, his head lowered.

At this moment, it seemed that even the blond 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 robbed him directly, but he still took the time out of his busy schedule to give him a chance to be loyal to himself forever.

Lucius remained kneeling on the ground, motionless.

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

"Lu, Lucius." Narcissa forcibly held back her fear and stuck her head out from the entrance of the reception room.

When she saw the scene in the hall, Narcissa couldn't help covering her mouth. The next second, tears welled up in her eyes, and she ran over and hugged 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 leaned his head gently in Narcissa's arms, closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

They were pure blood and a combination 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 screaming: Escape!

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, his eyes staring blankly at the ground.

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

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

She hugged him tightly like that, lowering her head and gently touching his hair with her lips.

It's like a young wolf cub clinging to another injured wolf cub, hoping to send a little warmth to each other with body temperature.

Black Manor.

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

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

"It's so terrifying, none of us thought that Abraxas had just left, and it wasn't long before those guys were so unscrupulous!"

"You and Lucius must be terrified. As soon as my father and I got the news, we hurried back. But because we didn't prepare the door key, it took a little time."

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

Signus and Druella love Narcissa the most. She is not as paranoid and crazy as Bella, and she is not as opinionated as Andromeda.

From a young age, Druella had a special preference for her.

Druela let go of Narcissa, lowered her head slightly, stroked her face gently, looked at her carefully, her eyes full of concern: "Look, how much my baby has suffered recently, her face So haggard."

Then she took Narcissa in her arms again. "It really hurts me."

"Where's Lucius? Is the child okay now?" Narcissa's father, Signus Black, also came out of his room, and at first glance, he was hurried back after a long journey and had just changed his clothes. Clothes, as if they haven't had time to rest.

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

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

"Mother, during this time, the Rozier family has publicly challenged the Malfoy family. They have instigated several of Malfoy's affiliated families. Except for the Crabbe family and the Gower family, the other affiliated families are the same." She couldn't go on. She bit her lip slightly sadly.

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

"Then, my little Qian Qian, tell me, what do you think?" Signus gently stroked Narcissa's long golden hair. "That kid Lucius was taught well by Abraxas. But he's still too young."

He sighed as if he had seen the ending: "Malfoys, it's a pity."

"Father..." Seeing that her mother didn't reply to her, Narcissa was a little disappointed.

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

"Sissi." Signus spoke earnestly.

"I know you and Lucius have a very good relationship. But there are some things we can't interfere with. Once we interfere, the nature of this matter will change. If I interfere, then the Malfoy family will automatically belong to the Black family by other families. The affiliated family of the family, after which the Malfoy family will no longer have the right to speak in the pure-blooded family."

"So, Lucius must overcome this difficulty, otherwise, no one will be able to save the Malfoy family. Sissi, do you understand this truth?"

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

she thought to herself.

However, after Lord Dark Lord took action, Luke would also lose Malfoy's right to speak forever.

Hogwarts.

Black Lake.

"Rigi!" James yelled, waving his arms, noticing him.

Reggie rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.

"It seems that I'm alone, child, enjoy your youth." Professor Sprout pushed her with a smile, and the black-haired wizard had to hurriedly say a few words and ran to the lake.

To his surprise, instead of doing nothing, they threw a large pile of paper **** on the ground.

"You guys are littering. If Filch sees it, he must be very happy to let you clean up the restroom on the second floor." Ridge coughed softly and reminded kindly.

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

And, of course, there was crying Myrtle who added a lot to the punishment.

"We'll clean it up." Sirius said nonchalantly.

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

"What?" Ridge crouched down and looked at him, wanting to confirm whether he was joking. After seeing the seriousness in his eyes, he wondered, "I haven't written love poems before, how can I help you?"

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

Trying to resist the urge to continue rolling his eyes, Regis warned himself inwardly that he did not have to discuss the logical relationship between love letters and magical history papers with this single-celled creature.

"In that case." Reggie sat down on the empty space beside them, "Then do I get paid?"

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

Chapter end