The day to become the final boss

When it was less than 4 weeks before Lucius graduated from Hogwarts, the patriarch of the noble Malfoy family, the platinum nobleman Abraxas Malfoy, announced his death.

"No." Snape said calmly, looking directly at the young platinum nobleman.

Lucius' face became as pale as paper.

He covered his face and sat down heavily on the sofa, as if all the strength in his body had been drained all of a sudden, and even the beautiful platinum blonde hair had lost its luster.

"Didn't he die from dragon wart syphilis?" He buried his face in his hands, his hoarse voice seemed to be sobbing.

"Lucius, I'm sure not. It is estimated that there is no second person in the world who knows that adding a proper amount of amethyst powder to the quenching liquid of dragonfly and sneezeweed can make the skin of creatures unfortunately infected with dragon wart syphilis appear blue-purple. Your father's death had nothing to do with dragon wart syphilis."

"I knew it..." Lucius raised his face from the palm of his hand, his gray-blue pupils were bloodshot.His father, who had always been in good health and was in full bloom, went abroad for a trip, and when he came back he was already terminally ill and fell into a coma. He passed away in just two days in St. Mungo's. How could there be no problem?

Snape didn't offer comfort, he knew Lucius didn't need sympathy.

"Excuse me, who was your father with when the accident happened?"

Lucius froze for a moment, his pale face suddenly became almost transparent.

"I guess—it's the Duke of Darkness?" Snape looked serious, his eyebrows tightly knit together.

"Yes..., but--no! Severus, how could that man do this, my father is his most loyal right-hand man, his best friend since school days!" Lucius red Eyes squinting, panting, growling violently.

Snape was silent for a moment.

"Perhaps . . . Mr. Abraxas Malfoy discovered something that must be kept secret."

Lucius took two powerful deep breaths, sucking a lot of air into his lungs and letting it out slowly.He seemed to have vomited out his troubles, and gradually calmed down his somewhat out-of-control emotions, and his gray-blue eyes returned to clarity.

"I remember—my father said something strange to me just before leaving—" He stood up, smoothed out his long platinum-blond hair, which was a little messy, and paced slowly up and down the hall, "he said—'I I always thought that the Black family was not that smart. It seems that I was wrong. Oh, in fact, it is reasonable for generations of Slytherin families to have a Gryffindor'. He also specially reminded me that I have never said it since I became sensible. If so - a Malfoy never puts all his eggs in one basket."

Lucius was silent, he stopped in his tracks.

The Dark Lord is a Slytherin, and a Slytherin is always looking for the greater good. "If the Duke of Darkness is determined to rule the magic world, then war is inevitable in the end, and war needs to consume money..." He suddenly felt extremely dry in his throat. He assumed a certain possibility, but he didn't want to say it.

Snape spoke for him, even if it was cruel. "If your father discovers a secret that that person cannot divulge, then he can use this as an excuse to get rid of your father. A young and blunt Malfoy patriarch, guarding the most Gallon and vast land in the British wizarding world." This is such a piece of fat and fresh meat, it makes the dignified nobles salivate."

Every time Snape said something, Lucius' face became more gloomy.

"If you are not willing to let Malfoy become the food in the mouth of others, then you must have someone to rely on that is stronger than everyone else. ——No one can be stronger than the great, noble, your father His master and close friend the Duke of Darkness, from now on the noble Malfoy family will naturally become his Galleon extraction place."

Lucius' face was as dark as paint.

He felt that even the air was oppressive, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Snape said nothing, he needed to give Lucius something to think about.

a long time.

"Severus - I've never meant to say this - it's been the greatest honor of my life to know you." Lucius managed to force a graceful smile, although it looked like it needed work.

"It's my honor too." Snape raised an eyebrow.

"However, as a young Malfoy with blunt means, I have no choice now." Lucius resigned himself to reclining on the sofa, not aristocratic at all.

"You need to wait for your opportunity." Snape smirked.

"Oh, I don't think I can fool the great Dark Lord, even if I'm good at acting. Mind you, Legilimency is one of that man's specialties... No, maybe we can try—Severus, I I want you to-"

Lucius' brains are far smarter than we think.

He used his wand to extract this extremely important memory from his brain, put it into a crystal bottle, and handed it to his most trusted friend, Severus.

Snape then gave him a "forget it all".

Then, just wait for the right time, even for a few years or decades, Malfoy's revenge will never give up!Like a wounded snake, he obediently retreated into the cold cave, dormant patiently, and waited patiently, just waiting for the fatal blow of showing his fangs——

"I really didn't expect old Malfoy to die like this." Wan Mo sighed. All he knew was the "truth" at that time announced in the original book. In fact, how much is unknown behind the "truth"?