[HP] The Last Demon King

Eridins had been hesitant about when to launch an attack on the Ministry of Magic.

As Snape said, if the Ministry of Magic could be captured before the Order of the Phoenix transferred Potter, then they would have a chance to discover and break some spells, and then solve others.

This is very simple for Eridins, she has the invisibility cloak in her hand now, if she goes out personally, it is not difficult to cast the Imperius Curse on everyone around Scrimgeour within a day, what Eridins hesitates is, if Things are really going well--

"Do you believe in prophecy?"

Nowhere, Eridins asked suddenly.

"What?" There was an indistinct murmur from the side of her head, and Malfoy blinked a few times before opening his eyes, and he said blankly with a bewildered expression that had just come out of sleep, "What prophecy?"

"The prophecy of the 'Savior of the World'." Eridins lowered her voice when she said this, turned over from the bed, and looked at Draco seriously: "Have you ever thought about what the prophecy is? Foreseeing what has already happened in the future, or is it a curse or other magic? If it is foreseeing the future, can this future be changed? If it is a curse-like magic, is there an anti-curse to break it?"

Draco was stunned by the tongue-twister-like words of Eridins, and it took a while to figure it out: "What does this have to do with you?"

"Do you believe it or not?" Eridins just asked.

"Huh? I believe that fool Potter can kill him. I might as well believe that You-Know-Who choked himself to death by drinking water." Draco said sharply, with a disgusted and mocking expression on his face, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"I just think Potter's narrow escapes are too strange...Maybe I'm overthinking it." Eridins didn't answer Draco's question, she gently stroked Draco's ear. With a lock of pale golden hair, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "I still have something to do, you can continue to sleep."

The naked back is as white as a lily, and the girl's unique green curves are tight and full of temptation. Draco's throat tightened, and he subconsciously turned his eyes away. When he couldn't bear the itch and looked back, Aye Ridings was already dressed and was fastening the collar ribbon of her coat.

Angrily, he turned his back on Eridins and continued to sleep.

Eridins glanced at the clock on the wall, then walked out of Draco's bedroom.

Arnold had been in the dungeon for almost a week now, and it was the first time Eridins had seen him.When she just stepped into the dark and damp dungeon, she heard a particularly loud clicking sound in the quiet.

There are only two rows of dark aisles in the dungeon, illuminated by candles that seem to be extinguished at any moment. Eridins walks on this long aisle, with empty cells on both sides. They will pass by a cell where people are held. They cower in the corner, hide quietly in the shadows, or lie on the ground, motionless, unable to see the ups and downs of breathing, not knowing whether they are alive or dead.

The closer Eridins got to the end of the dungeon, the chewing sound, like gnawing on a bone, became more and more distinct.

Finally, she saw Arnold at the end of the dungeon. He looked haggard, and he was sitting on the concrete floor covered with straw. When he saw that it was Eredines, he didn't even move a finger, only showing a mocking sneer : "Ah, how can our busy people condescend to come here?"

"Isn't this the eldest lady of our Duke of Darkness? Huh?" There was a loud belching sound from the cage opposite Arnold, and Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf leader under Voldemort, had something dark red on his mouth, Squatting on the ground while picking teeth with a small piece of suspiciously shaped bone, he grinned sinisterly at Eridins with a wide mouth.Lying at his feet was a blond woman covered in blood, who was still alive but seemed not far from dying.

Eridins glanced at the blond woman before moving away, "You are also a part of Scrimgeour's plan, and my father has already lifted your ban," she said to Arnold.

"Miss—Excuse me, dear lady, do you know if this operation has left a few places for the heroic werewolves? I guarantee that my little wolf cubs will give our enemies an unforgettable night." Graber Ke threw the thin bone after picking his teeth to the ground, kicked away the blond woman under his feet, and stared at Eridins with burning eyes.

"Dreaming." Arnold, who came out after Aeridins opened the cell door, said coldly, "You tortured me here for a week, and you still want to join the plan against Scrimgeour?"

"How is this torture, Arnold?" Greyback laughed, showing his sharp canine teeth, "I saw you alone in the dungeon, so I deliberately moved the dining place here to accompany you."

Greyback did piss Arnold off this time, as Arnold responded with a loud, yet somewhat rude "Bah" in contempt.

"Help...help..." The woman on the ground suddenly let out a faint cry for help, but before her third cry for help came out, Greyback stepped on her head, and she twitched for the last time. Moved.

Arnold walked in front of Eridings, and Eridings walked through the long dark corridor again, and returned to the ground through a dark stone staircase.

"When are you going to do it?" Arnold straightened his collar, and the haggard look on his face disappeared under the bright light.

"When everyone around Scrimgeour is under our control, father will notify us to do it."

"This is the first time you've called him father in front of me." Arnold's lips moved, and he gave her a sneering glance. "It can be seen that after this time, your relationship is very different from before." He suddenly noticed the wand in Eridins' hand, and his sarcasm instantly became icy cold, "...Why is Anna's wand here with you?"

"The Dark Lord temporarily borrowed my wand... He appointed Anna's to make up for me. Don't worry, I will return this wand to her after a while." Eridins seemed not to have seen Arnold just now. With a flash of killing intent in his eyes, he said calmly.

Arnold looked at Eridins for a while, then said coldly, "It's better like this."

Arnold and Arnold broke up before the next corridor fork, and Arnold watched Arnold's back go further and further, and finally turned around.

Eridins still decided to keep Arnold's chess piece at this step, and play a good chess piece as a discard. It is indeed too extravagant. She still has a lot of bad chess pieces at hand, so let's choose——

With an inscrutable smile, Aridins left there.

Scrimgeour hadn't been completely settled, and Voldemort hadn't issued an order to go to war against the Ministry of Magic. In the next half a month, Eridins seemed to have forgotten her mission and lived a peaceful life. She has modified many modern magics according to the ancient spell form of the seeds, and has more than tripled their magical power. It stands to reason that she can already assassinate Voldemort with this power alone, but before that, she still has one thing to do... Something to confirm.

In mid-July, Voldemort held the second Death Eaters meeting, which was still attended by the high-level Death Eaters.

His focus was still on Harry Potter's transfer date, and it seemed that he was determined to catch Potter on this transfer and end the cat-and-mouse game.

After Snape and other people with important tasks reported the recent situation, Eridins, who was sitting first on Voldemort's right hand, said, "Except for Kingsley Shacklebolt, we have already controlled Scrimgeour. All senior officials of the Ministry of Defense, but in view of the close connection between Shaker and the Order of the Phoenix, I think we should observe for a few more days to see if there is a chance to control Shaker, so that we will Get a more accurate picture."

"Are you suspecting that I have not obtained 'accurate' information?" Snape, sitting first on Voldemort's left, said coldly.

"Dumbledore is dead, do you still think you enjoy the trust in the Order of the Phoenix?" Eredin stared at Snape's dark and deep black eyes without any hesitation, there was something unclear in it, similar to Mixed feelings of disgust.

"I've gained their trust, isn't it a well-known fact? The information I obtained has almost no mistakes." Snape said.

"You also said—almost." Aridins turned to Voldemort instead of looking at his downcast face, "Father, I have no intention of questioning Snape's ability, but from the overall situation, I think we should go for Shaqel one more time."

Voldemort thought for a while, then raised his bloody eyes: "You're right, I'll give you some more time, if we can control Shacklebolt, we will have more sources of intelligence."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from outside the house, and through the half-closed glass windows of the conference hall, a "Hurry up! Someone has escaped!" came in.

Voldemort's brow furrowed, a sign of his displeasure.

"Eridins, go and make that fleeing bug disappear," said Voldemort.

"Yes."

Eridings left the conference hall quickly under the attention of everyone. After walking out of the door of the conference hall, Eridings slowed down. She looked back at the still quiet conference hall, and then started again The footsteps walked up.

Prisoners who were starved, cold, and tortured in the dungeon would certainly not be able to run past healthy people. When Eridins walked to the gate, the escaped prisoner had already been subdued by several low-level Death Eaters. .

"How do you manage the dungeon?" Eridins stopped and asked the dungeon guard who had just been chased out behind her.

"I... excuse me... the door opened, I, I don't know why..." The brown curly-haired man knelt at Eredins' feet in horror, his voice broken and weak.

"The Dark Lord doesn't give people a second chance to make mistakes." Eridins' voice was clear and cold, and the two Death Eaters who were pinching the fugitive were walking towards her with the joy of meritorious deeds.

"I got it—thank you! I promise I won't—" A green light ended his words, and the brown, curly-haired man collapsed, rejoicing in the aftermath of his death.

The two Death Eaters, who had been beaming before, instinctively stopped approaching Eridins.

"What's your name?" Eredin looked at one of the men gently, as if she had just ended someone's life.

"I... my name is Robert Knightson..."

It's a mixed race.The gentleness on Eridins' face remained unchanged, and she said softly, "Robert, I need to trouble you to clean up here."

"No trouble, no trouble!" The man named Natson shook his head violently.

Eridins shifted her gaze to another face. "My name is Winston Lear, Miss." The other party said proactively.

They are all mixed race.

"Winston, please send this prisoner back to the dungeon... and give him a little punishment, can you?"

"Of course, Miss." The eagerness to please made him nod over and over excitedly.

"I'm sorry to bother you, the Dark Lord's mood has been unstable recently, with your identities...you should be more careful." Erin Tins softly warned the two of them with a helpless face.

The hint in Eridins' words was enough to make the two of them blank for a moment. They looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

"Go to work, I'll..."

Before Eridins finished speaking, screams and roars came from a window on the second floor, and the next second, several dazzling green lights flashed in that window.

In that window was the meeting room where Voldemort was.

The two low-ranking Death Eaters stared dumbfounded at the window on the second floor that fell silent after a flash of green light, "Do your business." Eridins hurriedly ran towards the mansion after finishing her sentence.

She didn't stop, and rushed back to the second floor of the mansion at the fastest speed in her life. The door of the conference hall was wide open, and a dozen Death Eaters gathered at the door in silence. Eridins pushed them away and ran Into the silent conference hall.

She glanced around the room, paused for a moment on the scattered corpses on the ground, and had already rushed to Voldemort.

"Father! What happened?"

The sound of her panting was so clear in this deathly silent conference hall. Slowly, Voldemort raised his head, his face darkened, killing and cruelly took away part of his anger, and the other part was Still tumbling in his scarlet and shiny slender eyes.

"Norton betrayed me... This lowly half-blood pointed his wand at me, he dared to betray me, he dared to-!" Voldemort's anger was burning, he slapped the long table, stood up angrily from the chair, lost control The magical power turned the long table into powder in an instant.

"I have given you honor and rights—I have given you everything you have now, and you even tried to betray me——!" Voldemort's angry screams rang out in the conference hall, Eridins Her head was being invaded by an iron nail, and Voldemort's anger was like a small hammer hanging above her head. Every time she hit it, she would have a splitting headache.

Eridins' body was a little unstable due to the severe headache, and she put her hands on the back of an armchair to keep herself from slumping down.

Voldemort's anger and tyranny poured into her mind like a tidal wave, and she felt it—really felt it, and the killing intent gradually spread in her heart—to kill these people—to kill these greedy and daring people—

"Father!" Eridins took a step forward, and held Voldemort's hand under the disbelieving eyes of many Death Eaters outside the door.

Voldemort could read her emotions, and even affect her emotions, and she believed that it was not just a one-way reaction.

Voldemort's raised wand stopped in mid-air, his scarlet slender eyes stared at Eridins motionless, no one could be sure whether his wand would burst into green light in the next second, Eridins did not waver , she adjusted her breathing, imagining a peaceful lake with no waves in front of her eyes, her eyes met Voldemort's sight without hesitation, she saw Voldemort's mad expression on his face gradually fell silent, Voldemort He closed his eyes expressionlessly, and after a while, he put down his wand, and opened his eyes again, only the coldness after the blood had faded in his eyes.

"Father, is Norton the only traitor?" Eridins' voice was very soft, with a touch of comfort, like the gentlest breeze blowing in the Garden of Eden, soothing the last anger in Voldemort's heart, and blowing Another cold emotion in his heart.

"Go and find out, I want to know the reason for Norton's betrayal." He withdrew his hand from Eridings after he finished his command.

Voldemort glanced indifferently at the group of Death Eaters at the door of the conference hall. With a move of his wand, the two figures were dragged out of the crowd of Death Eaters at the door as if being pulled by something with a strong gravitational force, and fell in front of Voldemort.

"Master...Master..." Peter Pedilou, the short man nicknamed Wormtail, was pale and crawled at Voldemort's feet trembling, his silver arm bestowed on him by Voldemort was shining brightly. silver light.

Beside him, the whole body was covered in darkness. The thin and tall man raised his face in embarrassment. His face was more like a lime mask, pale and frozen. The pair of tunnels seemed to be endless, and after the darkness, there were still dark black eyes. At this moment, sparks are shaking, and the name of the fire is--fear.

"Wormtail, did I treat you badly?" Voldemort sat back in the main chair, his slender fingers gently rubbed his chin, as if he was seriously thinking about a problem.

"Master...Master...no...it's not me, I didn't betray you..." Wormtail's voice was intermittent, the silver arm that Voldemort bestowed on him was pinching around his own neck, tightening more and more, His expression became more and more painful.

"Wormtail, there is more than one kind of betrayal." Voldemort stared indifferently at Pedillow's approaching purple face, and said indifferently: "Just now, you were the first one to run out."

Pediru's body fell limply and he died.The silver arm also disappeared after his death.

"Severus," the red eyes turned to the stiff male next to him, Voldemort still maintained that look of serious thinking, his cold eyes were nailed to Snape's face like a knife, "can you tell me, Is there a reason why you sat in the nearest position, but didn't take the first step to protect me?"