The Charles Becomes a Wizard

While Draco was suffering from Sebastian's re-education, Lucius was not idle either.

In fact, dealing with two Dark Lords and normal cooperation at the same time has exhausted him physically and mentally.

The one who has already started absorbing the Horcruxes and is concentrating on putting his soul back together is fine. Although he occasionally loses control of his temper, at least he can still communicate normally.

As for the Dark Lord who was pushed out to attract Dumbledore's attention and whose real body was just a fragment of his soul that was split onto the Resurrection Stone, he was almost to the point where he could not understand what people said at all.

That is a willful, arrogant madman!

Not only would he come up with all sorts of inexplicable ideas, but he would also punish his subordinates with the Cruciatus Curse if he was not satisfied. Although he did not attack great nobles like Malfoy, he treated the lesser nobles who voluntarily attached themselves to him like house-elves.

Heart-wrenching wails would often be heard in the manor he had forcibly occupied, and from time to time, bodies that had been tortured beyond recognition would be dragged out and thrown away at random...

If it weren't for the suppression of the Dark Mark on his arm, Lucius would never have been able to kneel before the madman and kiss the corner of his robe.

so......

When exactly is Dumbledore going to take action?

What on earth is he waiting for?

I have clearly revealed so many flaws "inadvertently", why hasn't the other party taken any action yet?

Even if you suspect that I have bad intentions, at least investigate it!

With just a little investigation, you can directly catch the Dark Lord you have been thinking about!

The address is almost sent right to you, why don’t you give me some reaction!

Isn't it better to believe in such things than to believe they don't?

Once again, Lucius looked calm and indifferent as he watched the Dark Lord casually wipe out a life, but he was roaring wildly in his heart.

Lucius left the gloomy manor disguised as being respectful and immediately went to find another Dark Lord wearing a robe that smelled of blood.

But the timing of his arrival seems to be not very good...

Voldemort was sitting on a chair in a close-fitting grey shirt. He had unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, revealing his Adam's apple and delicate collarbone. The tie embroidered with exquisite patterns was held in the hands of the man sitting at the table.

The man who sat sideways on the large desk with his legs crossed had dazzling red hair. One of his high-heeled feet was between Voldemort's legs. His dark red coat was half-pulled down to his shoulders, revealing a slightly translucent white shirt underneath. His hand holding the tie was slightly tightened, and some veins were bulging...

Their faces were so close that from Lucius's perspective it looked like they were kissing.

Lucius paused with his hand on the door, then turned around and prepared to leave.

As an adult who is knowledgeable and sensible, he would not be so tactless as to disturb other people's good deeds, which would get him kicked by a donkey.

"Lucius!" A burning light burst out of Voldemort's eyes.

"Huh?" Grell Sutcliffe turned his head, a hint of impatience flashing across his face, but when he saw Lucius's face, that impatience instantly disappeared.

"Oh, it's you."

He loosened his grip on Voldemort's tie, and in a flash he appeared in front of Lucius. He winked at the stiff-faced Lucius and made a sickly sweet invitation.

"Would you like to spend a hot night with me?"

Lucius:......

"No, no need."

"Don't be so polite. I will never let you down~"

"Really, there's no need." Lucius said firmly.

"Ah~ Really so cold~~" The red-haired Grim Reaper held his chin with both hands, his face slightly flushed, and twisted his waist, "It seems that the attitude can even freeze the blazing night, the best!"

This is the god of death, you can't hit him,

This is the god of death, you can't hit him,

This is the god of death, you can't hit him!!!

Lucius repeated it three times in his mind and simply ignored the Grim Reaper who was twisting him into a pretzel.

Voldemort had already straightened his clothes and looked over seriously.

"Lucius, you're here."

"Lord, are you looking for me?" Lucius's eyes flickered between the red-haired Grim Reaper and Voldemort.

Did they know each other?

I was so ambiguous just now...

Could it be...?

This thought flashed through Lucius' mind, because the next second he heard Voldemort ask.

"What's going on over there lately?"

ha? ? ?

Is this what you called me over in such a hurry?

Didn’t I just report to you yesterday?

Glancing at the red-haired Grim Reaper again out of the corner of his eye, Lucius was certain that he was probably being used as a shield today.

Although he secretly criticized Voldemort for being a bad person in his heart, as an adult with no emotional problems, Lucius certainly would not directly undermine his leader.

Lucius, aware of his "role", could only repeat once again in a boring tone what he had just reported the day before.

Lucius, who had talked himself into sleep, looked up and met the sparkling eyes of the red-haired Grim Reaper.

Lucius: ...

Voldemort:……

What should I do next?

When will this guy leave!!!

Grell Sutcliffe is quite the egomaniac... Grim Reaper.

He only does things for his own pleasure and doesn't care what others think.

So as long as he is not willing, no one can make him leave, unless...

Someone who could hold him down, like Sebastian and William.

Voldemort and Lucius obviously don't belong to this category, so they can only waste time with him...