Chapter 105 Despair
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 105 Despair
Malfoy held back the boiling panic and wanted to show a sneering smile to show how ridiculous he was for Amostar's contempt for money power, but he suddenly found that he couldn't move, not only the corners of his mouth, but also his body every part of .
At some point, the noisy bar was silent, the smell of various food wafting in the air, the strong drink, and the body odor of the guests walking back and forth all disappeared!
As if there is an eraser that can 'erase' reality in nothingness, everything in the bar dominated by black and gray gradually loses its full shape, leaving only a frame composed of lines, and the world quickly falls from three-dimensional to two-dimensional. The remaining frame also disappeared rapidly under the interference of mysterious forces.
What happened in front of him was beyond Malfoy's understanding of magic. He stared dumbfounded at what disappeared in front of him, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen.
This is a world filled with boundless pure white, with no distinction between up, down, left, and right, just like a universe that has lost its color.
Lucius blinked his eyes, and came back to his senses. He found that he had regained control of his body, but he still couldn't move, because the stone chair that appeared strangely under him emanated many cold waves. The chains held his limbs and neck firmly, as if he was being judged.
Right in front of the horizon, maybe right in front of you, maybe in an infinite distance, two rounds of purple suns suddenly appeared, and the outlines of people gradually appeared in the pure white. In a few seconds, Amosta appeared in the In this pure white world, he looked down at the trembling Lucius Malfoy, his indifferent eyes were like a fire dragon staring at the cursing goblin in front of him.
Under the gaze of death, Lucius was sweating profusely, and when he regained his composure, he immediately knew that he had made a big mistake.
Since the fall of the second generation of Dark Lord Voldemort, the British wizarding world has been at peace for a long time. In the daily life of ordinary wizards, it is almost no longer necessary to wave wands and fight others to the death.
In peacetime, money and power are always the most deterrent.
Going in and out of celebrity receptions gathered by various dignitaries, enjoying the mixed-blood wizards and pure Muggle-borns, under the envious eyes of those low-level wizards struggling to make a living in the magic world, Lucius Malfoy, who had been lost for a long time, felt remorseful, and he reborn He remembered a truth that he had learned in those years following the Dark Lord, but was deliberately forgotten by him later.
That is, stripping off the disguise of power, the core inside is violence, or it can be said that it is power!
The young man in front of him who easily dealt with the items left by the Dark Lord and the thousand-year-old basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was, to some extent, far richer and more powerful than him.
"Forgive me—"
Malfoy has never been a tough man, and in a very short time, he has recovered some 'skills', the skills he honed while serving under the Dark Lord.
He wept bitterly, only dared to stare at Amosta's feet, tried his best to imitate Dobby's posture in front of him, and prayed with an extremely humble voice,
"Spend my life, Lord, Mr. Blaine, for Draco's sake!"
Da da da--
The gradually clear sound of footsteps made Lucius' body tremble even more. He wanted to raise his head to observe Amosta's expression to judge whether he was still alive, but he didn't dare to do so because he Fear that Amostar has the same habits as the Dark Lord.
How could Voldemort, who didn't even want to be called by his name, allowed his servants to look directly at his face?
Especially after experiencing a series of complex and dangerous human experiments, his appearance has become less and less personal. Voldemort has sternly warned his Death Eaters several times not to violate this taboo.
But soon, Lucius no longer worried about whether he could survive, because Amosta had already given his answer with actions.
Keng!
The sound of the hard spear piercing through the body and then piercing the stone chair was extremely clear, and the blood trickling from the abdomen was quickly rendered on the wizard robe, like the manjusawa blooming on the other side, gorgeous and dazzling, but full of rich The breath of death.
The severe pain hit Lucius' consciousness like a sea tide, making his body tremble like a sieve, but he still didn't dare to look up.
"Bypass Narcissa and Draco, Mister Blaine, I'd give anything—"
With tears streaming down his face, Lucius sobbed and made the most humble and sincere request at the end of his life, but the response he got was only a cold snort of contempt.
"I hope it makes you remember, Malfoy, let's not be an example."
The cold voice entered the ears of Lucius Malfoy, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, causing endless doubts to arise in his heart whose flame of life was already a dying candle in the wind.
Judging from the meaning of this sentence, Amosta Brain seems to have decided to spare Draco's life for the sake of Draco's face, but Brain has already made a move, hasn't he?
The pain caused by the bronze spear piercing through the abdomen is so real, and the feeling of life passing away from the body is so powerless!
Perhaps, Amosta Braine meant that he would not take his anger out on Narcissa and Draco?
Lucius Malfoy thought so, his consciousness was being eaten away by the darkness bit by bit.
"Honey, honey, are you all right!"
A sudden dim yellow light tore through the endless darkness, as if waking up from a big dream, Lucius Malfoy stood blankly on the seat behind a pillar, calling anxiously to his wife and son Watching with concern.
After a long time, his extremely pale face recovered some blood. Lucius turned his head stiffly, and found that besides Narcissa and Draco, there were many spectators around him.
"Mr. Malfoy, you, are you okay?"
Tom, the owner of the bar, squeezed in front of everyone. He stared at Lucius' face recovering from a serious illness in fear, and said tremblingly.
The head of the famous Malfoy family, if Lucius Malfoy had something wrong in his bar, Tom could imagine that what awaited him would definitely not be a good end.
"Where is that person?"
After speaking, Lucius was surprised to find that his voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't drank water for two or three days.
"If you mean the young guest across from you—"
Tom said respectfully,
"It's been a while since he left, Mr. Malfoy. After he left, you have been stupid, ahem, I mean, you have been standing here. I thought you were thinking about important issues, so I didn't dare to disturb you."
"What's the matter with you, dear?"
Narcissa frowned and stared at her husband, asking in a daze.
Draco's expression changed quietly. He knew his father, he knew that he was habitually mean when he talked to some not very well-known guys, if his father used this attitude to talk to Professor Brian
"Professor Blaine is a very powerful wizard, father—"
There was panic in Draco's voice.
"And he has a tough personality at times, especially in the face of offense from others."
"Offended?" Narcissa glared at Draco dissatisfied, "How did you say that, Draco?"
"Draco—"
Lucius, who was silent, suddenly interrupted Draco who was arguing with his wife, staring at the confusion in Draco's eyes, Lucius said
"Professor Bryan, if you meet him again in the future, show more respect."
"Professor Bryan has left Hogwarts, father, he is very mysterious, I am afraid I will not have many chances to run into him in the future—"
Draco, who didn't quite understand why his father ordered him to do so, hesitated for a while, then said regretfully.
"No, he's definitely going back to Hogwarts—"
Lucius looked past the moving heads and pointed directly at the dark night outside the door. After a moment of silence, he let out a heavy breath and said with great certainty,
"He'll definitely be back there."
(End of this chapter)
Malfoy held back the boiling panic and wanted to show a sneering smile to show how ridiculous he was for Amostar's contempt for money power, but he suddenly found that he couldn't move, not only the corners of his mouth, but also his body every part of .
At some point, the noisy bar was silent, the smell of various food wafting in the air, the strong drink, and the body odor of the guests walking back and forth all disappeared!
As if there is an eraser that can 'erase' reality in nothingness, everything in the bar dominated by black and gray gradually loses its full shape, leaving only a frame composed of lines, and the world quickly falls from three-dimensional to two-dimensional. The remaining frame also disappeared rapidly under the interference of mysterious forces.
What happened in front of him was beyond Malfoy's understanding of magic. He stared dumbfounded at what disappeared in front of him, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen.
This is a world filled with boundless pure white, with no distinction between up, down, left, and right, just like a universe that has lost its color.
Lucius blinked his eyes, and came back to his senses. He found that he had regained control of his body, but he still couldn't move, because the stone chair that appeared strangely under him emanated many cold waves. The chains held his limbs and neck firmly, as if he was being judged.
Right in front of the horizon, maybe right in front of you, maybe in an infinite distance, two rounds of purple suns suddenly appeared, and the outlines of people gradually appeared in the pure white. In a few seconds, Amosta appeared in the In this pure white world, he looked down at the trembling Lucius Malfoy, his indifferent eyes were like a fire dragon staring at the cursing goblin in front of him.
Under the gaze of death, Lucius was sweating profusely, and when he regained his composure, he immediately knew that he had made a big mistake.
Since the fall of the second generation of Dark Lord Voldemort, the British wizarding world has been at peace for a long time. In the daily life of ordinary wizards, it is almost no longer necessary to wave wands and fight others to the death.
In peacetime, money and power are always the most deterrent.
Going in and out of celebrity receptions gathered by various dignitaries, enjoying the mixed-blood wizards and pure Muggle-borns, under the envious eyes of those low-level wizards struggling to make a living in the magic world, Lucius Malfoy, who had been lost for a long time, felt remorseful, and he reborn He remembered a truth that he had learned in those years following the Dark Lord, but was deliberately forgotten by him later.
That is, stripping off the disguise of power, the core inside is violence, or it can be said that it is power!
The young man in front of him who easily dealt with the items left by the Dark Lord and the thousand-year-old basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was, to some extent, far richer and more powerful than him.
"Forgive me—"
Malfoy has never been a tough man, and in a very short time, he has recovered some 'skills', the skills he honed while serving under the Dark Lord.
He wept bitterly, only dared to stare at Amosta's feet, tried his best to imitate Dobby's posture in front of him, and prayed with an extremely humble voice,
"Spend my life, Lord, Mr. Blaine, for Draco's sake!"
Da da da--
The gradually clear sound of footsteps made Lucius' body tremble even more. He wanted to raise his head to observe Amosta's expression to judge whether he was still alive, but he didn't dare to do so because he Fear that Amostar has the same habits as the Dark Lord.
How could Voldemort, who didn't even want to be called by his name, allowed his servants to look directly at his face?
Especially after experiencing a series of complex and dangerous human experiments, his appearance has become less and less personal. Voldemort has sternly warned his Death Eaters several times not to violate this taboo.
But soon, Lucius no longer worried about whether he could survive, because Amosta had already given his answer with actions.
Keng!
The sound of the hard spear piercing through the body and then piercing the stone chair was extremely clear, and the blood trickling from the abdomen was quickly rendered on the wizard robe, like the manjusawa blooming on the other side, gorgeous and dazzling, but full of rich The breath of death.
The severe pain hit Lucius' consciousness like a sea tide, making his body tremble like a sieve, but he still didn't dare to look up.
"Bypass Narcissa and Draco, Mister Blaine, I'd give anything—"
With tears streaming down his face, Lucius sobbed and made the most humble and sincere request at the end of his life, but the response he got was only a cold snort of contempt.
"I hope it makes you remember, Malfoy, let's not be an example."
The cold voice entered the ears of Lucius Malfoy, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, causing endless doubts to arise in his heart whose flame of life was already a dying candle in the wind.
Judging from the meaning of this sentence, Amosta Brain seems to have decided to spare Draco's life for the sake of Draco's face, but Brain has already made a move, hasn't he?
The pain caused by the bronze spear piercing through the abdomen is so real, and the feeling of life passing away from the body is so powerless!
Perhaps, Amosta Braine meant that he would not take his anger out on Narcissa and Draco?
Lucius Malfoy thought so, his consciousness was being eaten away by the darkness bit by bit.
"Honey, honey, are you all right!"
A sudden dim yellow light tore through the endless darkness, as if waking up from a big dream, Lucius Malfoy stood blankly on the seat behind a pillar, calling anxiously to his wife and son Watching with concern.
After a long time, his extremely pale face recovered some blood. Lucius turned his head stiffly, and found that besides Narcissa and Draco, there were many spectators around him.
"Mr. Malfoy, you, are you okay?"
Tom, the owner of the bar, squeezed in front of everyone. He stared at Lucius' face recovering from a serious illness in fear, and said tremblingly.
The head of the famous Malfoy family, if Lucius Malfoy had something wrong in his bar, Tom could imagine that what awaited him would definitely not be a good end.
"Where is that person?"
After speaking, Lucius was surprised to find that his voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't drank water for two or three days.
"If you mean the young guest across from you—"
Tom said respectfully,
"It's been a while since he left, Mr. Malfoy. After he left, you have been stupid, ahem, I mean, you have been standing here. I thought you were thinking about important issues, so I didn't dare to disturb you."
"What's the matter with you, dear?"
Narcissa frowned and stared at her husband, asking in a daze.
Draco's expression changed quietly. He knew his father, he knew that he was habitually mean when he talked to some not very well-known guys, if his father used this attitude to talk to Professor Brian
"Professor Blaine is a very powerful wizard, father—"
There was panic in Draco's voice.
"And he has a tough personality at times, especially in the face of offense from others."
"Offended?" Narcissa glared at Draco dissatisfied, "How did you say that, Draco?"
"Draco—"
Lucius, who was silent, suddenly interrupted Draco who was arguing with his wife, staring at the confusion in Draco's eyes, Lucius said
"Professor Bryan, if you meet him again in the future, show more respect."
"Professor Bryan has left Hogwarts, father, he is very mysterious, I am afraid I will not have many chances to run into him in the future—"
Draco, who didn't quite understand why his father ordered him to do so, hesitated for a while, then said regretfully.
"No, he's definitely going back to Hogwarts—"
Lucius looked past the moving heads and pointed directly at the dark night outside the door. After a moment of silence, he let out a heavy breath and said with great certainty,
"He'll definitely be back there."
(End of this chapter)
