#110 - manor

At this moment, Anduin wore what he thought was a very gentle smile, and said, "How about it? Do you remember anything now?"

"Ha... ha..." Wilkes gasped for breath, looking at Anduin's devilish expression, "You... what exactly... do you want to know?"

"Tell me, who attacked the Longbottoms?" Anduin asked with a smile, seeing Wilkes relenting.

"I... I only know that Rabastan Lestrange, Bellatrix, and Rodolphus Lestrange have been on the run recently. Those two might have been targeted by them. I really don't know anything else." Wilkes was almost crying now, feeling his lungs constantly wailing in protest.

"The Lestranges? I remember Bellatrix is Sirius's sister, could it be...?" Anduin muttered to himself, then asked, "Where are they now, or where might they be?"

"I really don't know. My uncle passed away last Christmas. Besides my uncle, the rest of my family doesn't have a high position among the Death Eaters. If you want to know, ask Travers. Their family has a higher status among the Death Eaters." Wilkes sobbed, he was really scared now. He had never suffered such torment since he was a child, and now he didn't even dare to look Anduin in the eyes.

Travers, who was still hanging upside down, had his sonic expulsion curse wear off, and upon hearing Wilkes sell him out like this, he angrily cursed again, "Wilkes, what do you mean? Why would I know things you don't know? Anduin, if you dare to touch a hair on my head, my uncle won't let you off!"

Anduin stood up from beside Wilkes, cast a Stunning Spell on him with a backhand, knocking him unconscious, and then quietly watched the cursing Travers, his dark and deep pupils revealing no emotion, staring until Travers felt chills all over his body.

"Gold Bell Falls!" With Anduin's spell, Travers crashed heavily to the ground from mid-air.

Before Travers could start shouting in pain, he saw two feet stop in front of him. He looked up and met Anduin's expressionless face. At this moment, Travers swallowed hard, really not knowing what to say.

"When I was dealing with Wilkes just now, I seemed to have forgotten something." Anduin grinned, "I clearly know 'Legilimency', how could I forget to use it?"

"You, don't come over here!"

Travers felt the surrounding air tightly enveloping him, as if being pinched by a pair of large hands, slowly being pulled up from the ground, standing upright and brought in front of Anduin, his eyes level with Anduin's gaze.

"Look at me!" Anduin shouted sharply.

Hearing this, Travers reflexively looked into Anduin's eyes, as if seeing a pair of black holes constantly absorbing his thoughts. Then his gaze was deeply drawn in by those dark pupils.

For a young wizard like Travers with weak willpower and no experience, his brain was like a naked girl lying on a large bed with a thin veil hanging over it. With just a slight lift of the curtain, all the information would be exposed in Anduin's field of vision.

Anduin's gaze seemed to penetrate layers of mist, opening the door to Travers's memories. The surrounding wind and clouds surged, constantly stirring up clumps of mist, which after a burst of rolling entanglement, transformed into a simple and gorgeous manor. The vision gradually zoomed in, then passed through the manor's magnificent gate and the corridors filled with antique silverware decorations.

A gloomy young face appeared in front of Travers. Anduin had seen that person before, it was Samuel Travers's uncle, the Death Eater. It seemed that in Samuel's memory, this uncle could give him a strong sense of security.

"Samuel, soon the Dark Lord's authority will envelop this land. Watch, the Travers family is about to gain more power!" Samuel's uncle boasted to him with a laugh.

His uncle seemed to have said something else, but at this time the scene turned into thick fog again, reorganized, and the vision was placed in a dark house, surrounded by various bookshelves and alchemy materials, which looked like a library and treasure room. Samuel's mother, the young woman with light golden hair, appeared beside him.

"The Dark Lord instructed us to transfer some dark magic items to my younger brother, who is now the master of Malfoy Manor." The young woman said as she walked with Samuel, then took down several items from the surrounding shelves, including an ordinary-looking notebook, a strange statue, and so on.

"Mom, what is this?" Samuel asked, pointing to something one meter long beside him, like a dried root.

"That is a 'Hebridean Black Dragon' heartstring. Originally, I wanted to cut it and make a wand. Such a long, complete heartstring is rare. Maybe it can be made into a good alchemy tool for you in the future." The young woman chuckled.

"Remember this place, these are the foundations that allow the Travers family to prosper in the wizarding world." The young woman warned Samuel.

"Aren't we born noble? Don't we have noble blood flowing through our veins, naturally different from those dirty Muggles?" Samuel stared at the young woman and said.

"That's what your uncle told you again, isn't it?" The young woman looked at Samuel unhappily, "Even if our bloodline is noble, we can't get carried away. Anyway, just remember it."

The memory condensed into a picture and turned into a cloud again, constantly rolling and expanding, and then transformed into another scene.

In another gorgeous manor, the young woman pulled Samuel to look at the two people opposite them, or rather three people.

One of the adult men had neatly combed golden hair. A young woman with her hair up sat next to the man, holding a little boy in her arms.

"Lucius, Narcissa, long time no see. Is little Draco already so big?" The blonde woman said with a smile.

"Yulia, your complexion is still so good. Lucius heard you were coming and specially prepared a rich dessert for you." Narcissa said with a smile.

"Dobby, Dobby." Lucius shouted loudly, "Sorry, the house-elf I just bought recently is not very sensible."

After Lucius shouted several times, a house-elf who looked not very old appeared out of thin air beside his master, "Master, what are your orders?"

"You idiot, why are you so slow to react?" Lucius couldn't help but raise his cane and hit Dobby twice, "Where are the desserts I told you to prepare?"

"Sorry master, sorry, Dobby will bring it to you right away." Dobby nervously begged in a low voice.