#440 - Chapter 440 Lucius, where is my diary?

Leaving Lucius alone?

Doubt and dissatisfaction arose in the hearts of the Death Eaters.

It was one thing for the Master to choose to stay at Lucius's house before, but now, after the meeting, he was leaving him alone to exchange whispers?

This was too biased!

For a time, the Death Eaters' gazes towards Lucius became envious. Especially Barty Crouch Jr., who almost wore his jealousy on his face, staring intently at Lucius, wishing he could bore two holes through him.

Lucius, on the other hand, stood by the door, his back straight, with his usual arrogant expression. The corner of his eye swept over the departing Death Eaters, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of smugness.

Ah, don't be envious, you can't even begin to be.

When the last person left, Lucius raised his hand and closed the door tightly, then quickly walked to Voldemort, bowed slightly, and looked respectful.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Lucius," Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, a strange light flashing in their depths, "I remember giving you a diary to keep safe. What happened to it?"

When Snape was reporting to him, he mentioned that the Chamber of Secrets was opened two years ago, and that it was opened by a student under the control of a Dark Magic item.

The key condition to open the Chamber of Secrets was to master Parseltongue. And this ability has never been a talent that ordinary wizards could possess. In the current wizarding world, only himself and the so-called Savior Harry Potter possessed this power.

The student who opened the Chamber of Secrets was clearly not the Savior, which meant that the key to everything lay in that Dark Magic item.

Seducing hearts, exerting control, Parseltongue – these three characteristics together made Voldemort easily think of one item: his Horcrux diary.

"Diary... M-Master..."

Lucius's face was pale, and cold sweat poured down his body. The horror in his heart instantly swept away all his arrogance. He froze in place, completely unprepared for Voldemort to leave him behind to ask about the whereabouts of that diary.

This was truly life-threatening!

That diary was the Dark Lord's lifeline, or rather, his second life. He had been foolish to lose the diary in the first place, and now, the time had come to pay the price...

Seeing Lucius's reaction, a faint ominous premonition arose in Voldemort's heart.

"Is this question difficult to answer?" He narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, his voice filled with chilling coldness. "What are you afraid of, Lucius?"

Lucius suddenly knelt on the ground, his body trembling with extreme fear.

"M... Master," his voice trembled, almost inaudible, "The diary... the diary is no longer in my hands. It was... destroyed by Dumbledore."

Destroyed by Dumbledore?!

Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted, and his gloomy face became even more terrifying.

Sure enough, it was his diary that opened the Chamber of Secrets.

He slowly raised his wand, pointing it straight at Lucius, who was kneeling on the ground, shaking like a leaf.

"Crucio!"

In an instant, Lucius's face twisted into an unspeakable, terrifying shape. He clutched the collar of his robes tightly with both hands, rolling and twitching on the carpet, futilely resisting the intense pain that came from his soul.

At the same time, a shrill scream escaped from his throat, like the sound of a sharp iron needle scraping against glass, echoing through the empty night through the cold walls of Malfoy Manor.

— Swoosh!

Draco suddenly jumped out of bed in his bedroom, not even bothering to put on his shoes, standing barefoot on the ground, his eyes looking towards the door in horror.

His face was pale, his lips trembling slightly. Listening to the screams coming from the living room, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

"That's Father's voice!" he muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms.

What's going on?

Why is the Dark Lord torturing Father?

Hasn't Father been highly regarded these past two days?

He grabbed his hair irritably, pacing back and forth in the bedroom, like an ant on a hot pot, sometimes approaching the door, sometimes hesitating to stop, his face filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Narcissa was also disturbed by Lucius's screams. She came to the door of the living room, reached out and gently pressed her hand on the door. Her fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes full of unconcealed worry and fear.

"Lucius..."

The world behind the door fell silent, but that brief silence was even more frightening than the screams just now.

"Lucius," Voldemort's voice was like ice that would never melt, "I told you to take good care of that notebook. What happened? Why was it destroyed by Dumbledore?"

"Master," Lucius gasped for breath on the ground, his face covered with cold sweat and tears, "Please listen to my explanation. I secretly put the diary into Hogwarts in the first place, all to target Dumbledore."

"I discovered that the diary you gave me was a very powerful Dark Magic alchemical item, so I wanted to use it to stir up chaos in Hogwarts. As long as a few Mudbloods died, Dumbledore would naturally not be able to stay in the Headmaster's position."

"At first, everything went smoothly. The Chamber of Secrets was opened, and everyone was panicking, but I didn't expect that Sebastian would find the controlled student and discover the diary. I never thought that Sebastian would take the diary to Dumbledore."

"Master, I didn't do it on purpose. I thought it was just a powerful Dark Magic tool. If I had known you valued the diary so much, I would never have sent it to Hogwarts."

"Lucius," Voldemort said after venting his anger, calming down slightly, "How do you know the diary was destroyed by Dumbledore?"

"I have always had business dealings with Swan Alchemy. After the news reported that Sebastian had discovered the Chamber of Secrets, I tried to inquire about it indirectly, and that's what he told me."

Lucius spoke from a draft he had rehearsed countless times: "He also said that the diary was particularly magical, and ordinary magic couldn't cause any damage to it at all. In the end, Dumbledore himself used Fiendfyre to burn it to ashes."

Fiendfyre... No wonder.

Horcruxes have extremely powerful Dark Magic protection, and only powerful Dark Magic like Fiendfyre can destroy them.

Voldemort's face was extremely gloomy, almost dripping with water.

For no reason, he had lost a Horcrux, and it was destroyed by his greatest enemy, Dumbledore.

It seemed that Dumbledore had discovered the secret of his Horcruxes, and he must have told Sebastian this secret as well.

No wonder only Sebastian came this time when he was resurrected. Even if the Savior went back to inform Dumbledore, he never showed up.

Also, that Sebastian didn't fear him at all, and never took him seriously from beginning to end.

Good, good, good, that explains everything. Dumbledore was using him as a whetstone for Sebastian.

A sneer hung on the corner of Voldemort's mouth, his face full of mockery towards Dumbledore and Sebastian.

You think that destroying my diary Horcrux will destroy my immortality, huh?

You two fools, you would never have thought that I have more than one Horcrux!

I am still immortal, and you still can't do anything to me.

"Lucius," Voldemort's voice made Lucius shudder violently, "You have disappointed my trust in you. I am truly disappointed."

"However, I am still willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself. The werewolf matter has been entrusted to you. Do not disappoint me again."

"Thank you for your generosity, Master!" Lucius lowered his head deeply. "I will definitely handle the werewolf matter perfectly."

Fenrir...

He hadn't heard any news for years. Where could he find him?

He still had to find Sebastian for this matter. He had a group of werewolf subordinates, and he might know Fenrir's whereabouts...