[HP] The Last Demon King

On June [-], uncharacteristically, Lucius did not receive a single letter.Usually at this time, the letters on the table he received for Aridins had piled up into a hill, but today, there wasn't even a single one.

The unusual calm made him restless since noon. When he walked to the bed for the 20th time anxiously to see if Eridins had woken up, the person sleeping on the bed finally moved.

"There's something you need to know right away—not a single letter has arrived since morning." Although Lucius tried to maintain his composure, his slightly urgent voice gave him away.

After opening her eyes, Eridins didn't change a bit when she heard Lucius' words.

"...Really, it's today." Eridins picked up the wand pressed under the pillow, and her answer was more like a murmur, "Is it raining outside?"

"What?" Lucius couldn't keep up with her rhythm, but subconsciously replied, "It's not raining."

"pity."

Eridins, who sat up from the bed, didn't get out of bed immediately, but leaned on the pillow as if waiting for something, and quietly looked at the half-closed window.

Soon, Lucius knew what she was waiting for. There was a sound of flapping wings from far to near outside the window, and a group of fur balls with vulgar colors flew in.

Aritins moved her wand, and a drawer under the desk popped out. At first Lucius thought it was empty, but it wasn't until a second glance that he realized that there was a thin unaddressed letter lying there.

"Put the letter into his hands," wrote Eridins.

Who will deliver it?Is he still an owl?After a moment of hesitation, Lucius immediately felt ashamed that he had been reduced to doing the same job as an owl.

Unlike him, the owl flew to the top of the drawer without hesitation, grabbed the letter with its claws, and then flew up and landed on the arm of the chair beside the bed, looking at Eredinth in awe.

Lucius knew it was a talking owl, but at this moment, it was as silent as an ordinary bird.

"My promise is still valid." Eridins looked very calm, "Go, after the letter is delivered, you will be free."

Lucius hesitated to speak, and waited until the big head flew out of the window excitedly, before he whispered, "Do you really want to liberate it?"

Eridins nodded slightly, then lifted the quilt and slowly got off the bed.

"...a talking owl is not something you can buy with money, especially for you, it has many uses."

"Soon...it will be of no use to me."

Lucius remained silent, but his eyes were on Eridins suspiciously.

Eridins didn't answer his doubts, she turned her wrist slightly, moving her stiff muscles.

"Let's go, Lucius... The stage you've been looking forward to has opened."

Lucius' pupils widened for a moment, and he froze in place for a moment, while Aridins was already walking out.

"Wait! You mean—" He chased after him, lowering his voice: "But I didn't get any news that Draco would do it today!"

"Yes, I didn't get it either."

Lucius suppressed his anger and chased after Eridins: "Then what do you mean? Also, can you walk out of the manor in such a blatant way? The Dark Lord said that you can't leave the mansion without authorization now—"

"Follow."

Interrupting the noise behind her with two words, Eredin walked out of the spacious mansion without stopping. Contrary to what Lucius was worried about, they didn't bump into anyone along the way. When they walked out of the gate of the mansion, Lucius The "Where are we going" from "Where are we going?" was replaced by a thud when Apparating.

After the sound, there was no one in front of the gate of the mansion.

After spinning around for a while, Lucius felt his feet hit the ground. After enduring the initial dizziness, he found himself standing in a group of tombstones that were not much better than mass graves. There is a huge frog-shaped mud spot conspicuously on the upper of the shiny light coffee-colored leather shoes.Lucius felt his temples twitch, and he pulled his feet out of the mud with disgust, and walked to the relatively dry land aside.

When he had magically cleaned the uppers of his shoes, he looked up just in time to see Eridins move a tombstone with a flick of her wand, revealing a narrow, rugged passageway beneath it.

He looked at Eridins reservedly, expressing his doubts only with his eyes.

"This is one of the secret passages leading to Hogwarts."

"...But you don't know when Draco will do it, going now will only expose yourself."

"It's enough for me to know when Dumbledore died."

Eridins looked away from his widening eyes, and stooped into the hole without hesitation, leaving a line of writing gleaming in the air.

After walking into the tunnel for a while, hurried footsteps came after him.

"You mean, you went to Hogwarts - to kill Dumbledore?"

A ball of light lit up on the tip of Lucius' staff, illuminating his still shocked face.

"But—this is Draco's mission, the Dark Lord will not allow anyone to interfere before Draco fails! You do this—" Lucius' voice heard the cold look from Aeridins suddenly disappeared.

"You think he discovered the secret of the disappearing cabinet, maybe he can really kill Dumbledore, right?"

Lucius stopped abruptly, the slightly trembling ball of light reflected the surprise and fear on his face.

"Think you are my only source of information? You think too highly of yourself." In the dim light, the smile on the corner of Eridins' mouth pierced Lucius' heart like a cold steel needle.

"Actually, you know the answer, and what you're betting on is just a small possibility." Eridins looked at him: "He can't succeed, you and Narcissa both understand this, it's just that she wants to believe it, but you don't. "

"...you also monitored my meeting with Narcissa?" Lucius' face became ugly.

"I don't have that much free time, but someone always tells me."

In a sense, Eridins knew more about what happened in that house than Voldemort.

Presented by the Death Eaters after Whedon left, a young house-elf named Tata.Aritins did not scold and kick it like Lucius, nor punished it with the Cruciatus Curse like Bellatrix, let alone hanging the knife of death like Voldemort. above its head.Only in this way, Eridins became its most loyal object.

Eridins likes the house elf because in it, you can use the smallest investment to get the biggest return.

"You also think that Draco will be too soft-hearted to kill?" Lucius said with a straight face.

"No." Eridins looked straight into his eyes, and in the dim light, his pupils were more like the dull gray sky before the rain, "He is destined to fail, but he is not soft-hearted because of kindness... that Come on, I think the same as you."

"I don't have time to persuade you again, you can choose to stay or follow me, but you must think clearly, this is the last chance I give you to choose, in the future, you will have no chance to regret it. Eridins finished writing expressionlessly, then turned around and walked forward without hesitation.

Malfoy...he didn't have the guts to kill.He can stand by and watch someone get killed, but he can't kill someone himself. He can appreciate the misfortune of others, but he can't create misfortune;

After just ten seconds, footsteps came from behind.

Lucius chased after him with a livid face: "It's just the two of us, what are you going to do?"

There was a slight change in the curvature of the corner of Aridins' mouth:

"Who told you it was just the two of us?"

With a turn in their footsteps, Eridins and Lucius stepped into a wide underground space. The lounge chair and small dining table conjured by Eridins last time were still there, and now there are more than a dozen chairs——

Arnold Selwyn, who was sitting in an armchair with one leg crossed, with a cold face, and Arthur, who had just been married for less than a year and became unshaven and rebellious, had the same characteristics as the person who was talking to him. Messy red-haired Carlo siblings; Bellatrix was sitting on the small coffee table that Eridins used to put snacks on. She held up her left hand and was using her long black nails Nails lightly rubbing against red lips, face full of brutal excitement; there is obviously a little nervousness, sweat is already dripping on the round face, Whedon who is constantly wiping, and Reeve and Gibbon who are more excited than nervous— —

Except for the elite trapped in Azkaban, almost all the top-ranked Death Eaters are here.

Suddenly, Lucius suddenly understood everything.

He'd been wrong all along...so wrong.Voldemort's designated executioner was never Draco, Draco... was just a cover, a target to attract all eyes.

But... since when did they discuss it?Before the session where Draco became a Death Eater?Or earlier?Lucius's mind flashed back to the conversation between Aeridins and the Dark Lord at the assembly. She tried to help Draco take the mission of narrow escape from him, but the Dark Lord refused to agree. just acting...

"The Dark Lord has not given me any instructions regarding this."

When Eridins answered him, Lucius realized that he had asked the question in his heart at some point.

"All my preparations were carried out privately without reporting to the Dark Lord. Even the Death Eaters I planned to participate in the operation were notified one by one through Tata after I woke up today. Until a minute ago, I didn't know if they were going to be here—”

When Voldemort announced with great fanfare in front of all the important Death Eaters that Malfoy was the person responsible for killing Dumbledore, Eridins had doubts. At its climax when the body was left alone—Eridins finally guessed his silent lines: Go kill Dumbledore and I'll give you a great reward.

"...Fortunately, the path I chose is correct."

When she wrote this passage, the expression on her face was calm. Her narrow eyes, pale face, and even the subtle curvature of her lips all revealed a kind of confidence and strength, showing an awe-inspiring look. qualities that a person should possess.

Lucius opened his mouth, and found that his tongue was too dry to say anything. When he was able to speak, he found that he had no desire to speak. At the same time, his stubborn superiority disappeared. Sensation and desire to win are like matches thrown into the ocean at this moment, and there is no possibility of being ignited again.