[HP] The Last Demon King

When Aridins opened her eyes again, there was no sign of Voldemort around her.

Her body was still limp, and the first thing Eridins did when she woke up was to look for her wand. There was none under the pillow or on the bed. She scanned the room, but she didn't see her wand either.

Aridins' wand flew.

After using the Flying Curse, Eridins waited for a while, but there was still no movement.She frowned and was about to get out of bed, but she couldn't find her shoes.

Just kidding, do you want her to walk on the ground barefoot?Eridins just imagined the scene where the soles of her feet fell on the ground where hundreds of millions of bacteria lived, and her back molars started to ache.

Aridins' boots come flying.

She cast the Flying Charm again, but the boots did not fly.

In the end, with a dark face, Eridins stepped barefoot on the soft carpet woven with wool and silk—on a bed that Voldemort shared, and on a carpet where bacteria multiplied, Eridins didn't know which torture would be better.

Walking out of this strange room with bare feet, Eridins stood in the deserted corridor and looked around her surroundings.It is dusk now, the orange-red sunlight shone through the diamond-shaped glass windows, and the familiar corridors and decorations stimulated Eridins' memories. When she saw the small fountain outside the window and the white peacock pacing proudly by the fountain , the words Malfoy Manor came to her mind.

"Elf," Eridins called softly.

There was a small pop in the air, and a house-elf appeared in front of Eridins' eyes. It wrung its hands, looked at Eridins timidly, and spoke in a voice lower than a fly: "Dear Miss Eridins, what are your orders?"

"What's the date today?"

"Number six, miss."

Four days have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Is Selwyn's people still here?" Eridins asked, she was not used to the voice she made, and felt awkward every time she spoke.

"Mr. Arthur is in the living room, and the Dark Lord is in a meeting..." the elf replied timidly.

"Is everyone at the meeting?"

"People in the manor who have not been restricted in their freedom are attending the meeting." The elf seemed to be avoiding something, and answered a little strangely.

Eridins didn't ask further questions, and said directly, "Take me to the living room."

The elf led Aridins to a heavy wooden door and left. Aridins took the bronze handle and turned it to open the door.

The living room was full of silent people, and the moment she opened the door, they all looked over, and Eridins caught sight of Malfoy in one of them, even thinner, with a pale blond that hadn't been fixed with pomade. The hair just scattered around his pale cheeks, and when he looked up to see Eridins, his depressed blue-gray eyes were briefly lit up, and then fell silent in the blink of an eye.

Then he looked away.

Before Eridins could speak, Voldemort's voice sounded:

"Aridins, come here."

Eridings called her father softly, and sat on the right hand side designated by him, glanced roughly at the people participating in the meeting on the long table, and Eridings found that only Arthur was present, but Arnold was nowhere to be seen.

Voldemort didn't ask how Eridins came here barefoot, but said casually, "It's surprising... Could it be that the Malfoys can't even bring out a pair of hospitality shoes?"

Narcissa pursed her bloodless lips subconsciously, then stood up from the chair: "Sorry...I'll get ready right now."

Within 2 minutes after Narcissa left in a hurry, she brought back a pair of brand new boots. For Eredins, these boots embroidered with golden roses were too gorgeous, but she still put them on silently. It's better--it's better than continuing to be barefoot.

"Okay. Where were we talking?" Voldemort asked Snape.

Eridins also looked at Snape. On the night of the Battle of Hogwarts, she plotted against Snape, and Ledger stole for her the photo of Potter's parents that Potter hid, and she put it on a specially made The picture of the sleeping potion soaked overnight was sent to Snape, as long as he didn't touch it, of course it would be fine - but he did.In Eridins' whole plan, only Snape's link seemed to her to be infallible - as long as the information Lucius gave her was correct.A half-blood who admires pure blood, has low self-esteem and pride, a beautiful, intelligent, and brave Muggle-born wizard, a sad youth tragedy, a first love who died because of him before he could be forgiven, and a woman who has nothing left and is still alive today. The tragic protagonist living in remorse, how could he be indifferent to the photos of his first love?

"Master, we just said that the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter out of his current safe house next Saturday evening." Everyone avoided looking directly at Voldemort's weird red eyes, only Snape was calm looked directly into Voldemort's eyes.

Eridins noticed that even though she was staring at him like that, Snape didn't take a look out of the corner of his eye at her.

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix have different plans." Voldemort still maintained that casual expression, "Umbridge told me that Potter will not be transferred until the 30th, the night before he turns 17. "

Snape smiled slightly.

"Everyone knows that the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix have been in harmony for a long time, and they don't trust each other."

A malicious smile appeared on Voldemort's face. "Yes, Severus. So where are they going to hide the boy next?"

"Hiding in the home of some member of the Order," said Snape. "Intel says that place has been protected with every protection the Order and the Ministry can provide. I think that once he gets there, he will There is little chance of catching him. Unless, of course, the Ministry of Magic falls before next Saturday, my lord, then we may have a chance of discovering and breaking some spells, and breaking through others."

"Well, Yaxley?" Voldemort called out across the table. "Will the Ministry be down by next Saturday?"

A tall wizard puffed out his chest and answered Voldemort's question proudly: "Master, I have good news in this regard. I - against all odds and after all - have succeeded in robbing Piers Thicknesse. Soul curse."

Many people around Yaxley showed admiration.Dolokhov, who was sitting next to him, a man with a long, distorted face, patted him on the back.

"This is astonishing," said Voldemort, "but Thicknesse is only one man. Scrimgeour must be surrounded by our men before we act. If the attempt to assassinate the Minister fails, all our efforts will be wasted."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, there was a sudden wail of pain, which was long and miserable, as if it foreshadowed the consequences of the words 'all previous efforts for naught'.Many at the table looked down in horror, for the sound seemed to be coming from beneath their feet.

"Wormtail," said Voldemort's calm, thoughtful voice unchanged, but Eridins noticed the slight frown between his brows, "didn't I tell you? Keep our captive quiet." !"

"Yes, lord-master," stammered Wormtail.He looked very short sitting there, and at a glance, he thought there was no one in the chair.He hurriedly climbed down from the chair and left the room in a hurry, leaving only a strange silver light behind him.

"Let me think about it, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to devote to a small Minister of Magic. Will you solve this problem for me, Eredins?"

"It's an honor." Eridins bowed her head in respect.

"Very well." Voldemort tapped lightly on the table with his pale, slender fingers. "I'm going to deal with the boy myself. There have been too many blunders when it came to Harry Potter. Some were my own. Porter is alive today more because of my mistakes than his success."

The men at the long table were watching Voldemort with trepidation, and from their expressions it seemed that each feared that they would be blamed for the fact that Harry Potter was still alive.However, Voldemort didn't seem to be targeting any one of them, but more like talking to himself.Fortunately, he quickly ended the "self-examination" that seemed like a reminder to the Death Eaters, and turned to another topic. However, for most people, this topic was even worse than the last one. .

"I have a lot of sloppy things that need to be improved. For example, if I want to kill Potter, I need to borrow a wand from one of you first."

Surprise was on the faces of the people around, as if he had just announced that he would lend them an arm, and Eridence's expression changed subtly as she saw Voldemort draw her wand from under the table, and His own side by side clasped together.

"Same wood, different core, a little shorter than mine...but in the dark arts, your wand is more powerful than mine. You have a very good wand, no doubt, Eri Tins."

All eyes were on Eridins, and her heart sank involuntarily.

Normally, a wizard has only one chance to be chosen by a wand in his life, and only the wand that has chosen her has the highest degree of fit. Neither will be as commanding as the first wand.If the first wand is lost by accident, usually the best option is to borrow a wand from an immediate family member, like Lucius or Bellatrix, who are currently using a previous generation. The wand, the wand is the foundation of the wizard, no wizard would be willing to lend out his wand for a long time, and Eridins certainly didn't want to.

But she has no right to refuse.

"I would like to lend you this wand," said Eridins.

There was an evil smile on Voldemort's face: "Indeed, this is a very good plan. But you also need a wand." On the long table filled with eerie silence, Voldemort raised his cold red eyes to look at Some restless Arthur: "I don't think Anna, who stays at home, needs a magic wand more than Eridins does?"

"Master?" Arthur looked at Voldemort blankly, not understanding Voldemort's words for a while.

"Before the sun goes down tomorrow, I hope Eredins has Anna's wand in her hand, do you understand?"

Voldemort's expression didn't change, but his voice became visibly colder. The Death Eaters were sweating just sitting at the same table with Voldemort. Only Arthur looked directly at Voldemort with a bewildered and sincere expression.

After a short hesitation, Arthur immediately replied confidently: "Don't worry, master! I will convince Anna!"

Aridins watched coldly, not quite convinced that he could borrow a wand from Anna, especially if - himself.

After the meeting, Arthur followed Eridins out of the living room, and as soon as he stepped out of the copper door, he asked like a cannonball: "Is your body well? Are there any sequelae? When did you wake up?"

Eridins didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Where's Arnold? Why isn't he here?"

"He was imprisoned by the Dark Lord for a few days..." Arthur scratched his short, disheveled brown hair, "There are still three days left. It's time for him to reflect. I never thought that he would teach you how to use your soul." The magic of Agni. He really should learn a lesson, if you have an accident, can he afford it?"

Soul Flame is an ancient magic collected by the Selwyn family many years ago. It hurts the enemy one thousand and self-damages eight hundred. As the literal meaning is, it is a black magic that targets the soul. Arnold gave her magic to temporarily immobilize her soul from a sudden "comatose" in the middle of a battle - at the cost of her soul burning to maintain her sanity during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Arnold once said that using this magic would be accompanied by great after-effects, but until now, she did not feel any discomfort.

"Confinement?"

"It's just a small black room. There's no other punishment. I've gone to see it." Arthur said nonchalantly, thinking about it. If it wasn't for simple confinement, I'm afraid he wouldn't be as calm as he is now.

Eridings maintained a topic that would not be suspicious, and walked to the spacious hall with Arthur. The direction of the mansion gate was different from that of Eridings. Arthur looked at her with a melancholy expression: "...You were too brainy that day. Although the Dark Lord said he wanted Draco to kill Dumbledore, that was a scene at the rally! You are the Dark Lord's favorite daughter, you killed Dumbledore, black The Demon King can only be happy, can he still be angry with you?"

Arthur patted Eridings on the shoulder a few times, as if it wasn't enough, he opened his arms and gave Eridings a bear hug: "Of course, I understand you quite well, the Selwyn family Everyone's loyal to the Dark Lord! Well, see you tomorrow - I'll bring things!"

After being hugged by Arthur, he finally lifted his feet and walked towards the door, and Eridins also walked in the other direction.

During the first hug, Arthur had written two words on her back, Wand and IC, and Eridins knew that Wand was not referring to Anna's wand - she had grabbed Arthur and asked him to pick it up during the retreat that night. Dumbledore's wand, IC—not Imperial College London, but the invisibility cloak that Potter threw on the ground that night—

Eridins had met Potter using the invisibility cloak in Hogsmeade with Malfoy before. At that time, she only confirmed his location through the snow under Potter's feet, and the Battle of Hogwarts That night, she directly captured the existence of Potter through a feeling similar to intuition—no, strictly speaking, she did not capture the existence of Potter, what she clearly felt was the existence of the invisibility cloak—

Although the owner of the invisibility cloak would only use it for trivial things such as illegal night tours, anyone with a discerning eye knows how valuable such treasures as the invisibility cloak are, and what she sensed at the same time as the invisibility cloak—in the hands of Dumbledore Could it be that the unremarkable wand in my life was just an ordinary wand?

Aridins had every chance of finding out—and don't forget that the man who knew the most about wands in England was at this very moment in Voldemort's dungeon.

She didn't even have to think of an excuse to go to the dungeon—because Arnold was being locked in the dungeon right now.