Chapter 440 Lucius, where is my diary?

Leave Lucius alone?

The Death Eaters felt confused and dissatisfied.

It would have been fine if the host had chosen to stay at Lucius's house before, but now after the meeting he wanted to keep him alone to tell him a secret?

This is too biased!

For a moment, the Death Eaters looked at Lucius with sour eyes, especially Barty Jr., whose jealousy was written all over his face. He stared at Lucius so hard that he wanted to stare at him until two holes popped out of his eyes.

Lucius stood by the door, his back straight, with his usual arrogant look. He glanced at the Death Eaters who were leaving, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and a smug look was revealed in his expression.

Hey, don’t be envious, you can’t be envious at all.

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

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Lucius," Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, and an elusive and strange light flashed in his eyes, "I remember that I gave you a diary for safekeeping. How is it now?"

Just now, when Snape was reporting to him, he mentioned that the Chamber of Secrets was opened two years ago, and it was opened by a student who was under the control of a dark magic item.

To open the Chamber of Secrets, the most critical condition is to master Parseltongue. This ability has never been a talent that ordinary wizards can possess. In today's wizarding world, only himself and the so-called savior Harry Potter have this power.

The student who opened the secret room is obviously not the savior, which means that the key to everything lies in that black magic item.

Bewitching, controlling, and Parseltongue, these three characteristics combined made it easy for Voldemort to think of an object - his Horcrux diary.

"Diary... Master..."

Lucius's face turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down his body. The fear in his heart instantly swept away all his pride. He froze in place, not expecting that Voldemort kept him to ask about the whereabouts of the diary.

This is really terrible!

That diary was the Dark Lord's lifeblood, or it could be said to be his second life. I lost my mind and lost the diary. Now, it's time to pay the price...

Looking at Lucius's reaction, Voldemort had a bad feeling in his heart.

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

Lucius suddenly fell to his knees, his body shaking with extreme fear.

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

Ruined by Dumbledore?!

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

Sure enough, it was his own diary that opened the secret room.

He slowly raised his wand and pointed it directly at Lucius, who was kneeling on the ground and shaking like a sieve.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

In an instant, Lucius' face was twisted into an indescribable horror. He clutched the lapels of his shirt tightly with both hands, rolled and twitched on the carpet, trying in vain to resist the intense pain that came from his soul.

At the same time, a shrill scream came from his throat, like a sharp iron needle scratching glass, passing through the cold walls of Malfoy Manor and echoing in the empty dark night.

--bass!

Draco suddenly jumped up from the bed in the bedroom, not even bothering to put on his shoes. He stood on the ground barefoot, looking towards the door with horror.

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

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

what happened?

Why did the mysterious man torture Dad?

Isn’t dad very respected these days?

He scratched his hair irritably and paced back and forth in the bedroom like an ant on a hot pan, sometimes approaching the door and sometimes stopping hesitantly, his face full of anxiety and helplessness.

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

"Lucius..."

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

"Lucius," Voldemort's voice was as cold as ice that would not melt for eternity, "I told you to take good care of the notebook. What happened? Why was it destroyed by Dumbledore?"

"Master," Lucius lay on the ground, panting, his face covered with cold sweat and tears, "Please listen to my explanation. I secretly put the diary into Hogwarts to target Dumbledore."

"I discovered that the diary that the master gave me is a very powerful dark magic alchemical item, so I want to use it to cause a riot in Hogwarts. As long as a few mudbloods die, Dumbledore will naturally not be able to stay in the position of headmaster."

"It was indeed smooth at the beginning. The Chamber of Secrets was opened and everyone was in a panic. But I didn't expect that Sebastian would find the controlled students and discover the diary. I didn't expect that Sebastian would actually take the diary to Dumbledore."

"Master, I didn't mean to do that. I thought it was just a powerful dark magic prop. If I had known that you would value the diary so much, I would never have sent it to Hogwarts."

"Lucius," Voldemort calmed down a little after venting his anger, "how do you know that the diary was destroyed by Dumbledore?"

"I have always had business dealings with Swann Alchemy. After the news reported that Sebastian had discovered the secret room, I approached him to inquire about it indirectly. He told me all this."

Lucius said, as he had prepared the answer countless times in his mind: "He also said that the diary was so magical that ordinary magic couldn't damage it at all. In the end, it was Dumbledore himself who burned it to ashes with the Fiendfyre."

Lihuo... no wonder.

The Horcrux is protected by extremely powerful dark magic, and only dark magic as powerful as Fiendfyre can destroy it.

Voldemort's face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip from it.

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

It seems that Dumbledore discovered the secret of his Horcrux, and he must have told this secret to Sebastian.

No wonder only Sebastian showed up during the resurrection this time. Even when the savior went back to inform Dumbledore, he never showed up.

Also, that guy Sebastian had no fear of me at all and never took me seriously from beginning to end.

Okay, okay, then it all makes sense. Dumbledore is using himself as a whetstone for Sebastian.

Voldemort had a sneer on his lips, his face full of mockery towards Dumbledore and Sebastian.

You thought that by destroying my diary Horcrux, you would destroy my immortality, right?

You two idiots, you will never imagine 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 betrayed my trust in you. I am truly disappointed."

"However, I am still willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself. The werewolf matter is now in your hands. Don't let me down again."

"Thank you for your generosity, Master!" Lucius bowed his head deeply, "I will definitely handle the werewolf business beautifully."

Fenrir...

I haven't heard from him for several years. Where can I find him?

We have to find Sebastian for this matter. He has a group of werewolf subordinates, and maybe he knows the news about Fenrir...