Chapter 473 Deception! Just lie!

"I heard that you want to assassinate Dumbledore, right?"

As soon as Mike said this, the muscles in the corners of Draco's eyes began to tremble desperately, and he stammered:

"No! No! I don't... dare not anymore! I won't assassinate Dumbledore, I swear! I won't go..."

"Shh!"

Mike made a silent gesture, and Draco quickly covered his mouth with a look of horror on his face.

Mike nodded with satisfaction and then said:

"No, you have to assassinate Dumbledore, understand?"

"Okay, okay...huh? What did you say?"

"I said you have to assassinate Dumbledore, do you understand?"

"I know...I know, but...why?"

Mike stood up straight, lowered his head, looked down at Draco with a sneer, and said through gritted teeth:

"Because I want Dumbledore dead!"

Draco's mouth opened wide and his face was filled with disbelief. At this moment, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

Mike continued to say angrily:

"You have no idea what that old guy did! Why do you think I haven't found the assassin yet? It's because that old man Dumbledore protected him! No! They are basically the same team!"

"This...this is unlikely, right?"

"What's impossible! That old guy Dumbledore is amiable on the surface, but he is actually a jealous villain! Why do you think Voldemort became the Dark Lord? You must know that he applied to be the Dark Lord at Hogwarts. As a professor of Defense Against Magic, he really wanted to teach young wizards Defense Against the Dark Arts!

But Dumbledore was jealous of his talent. Not only did he refuse his request, he even used his power to suppress him. This drove Voldemort to a dead end! It can be said that the so-called Dark Lord was completely forced out by Dumbledore!

And now, Dumbledore is targeting me again! He is worried that I will become a more terrifying wizard than the Dark Lord in the future! So you want me to nip it in the bud! "

Mike yelled crazily, and his roar echoed continuously in the empty prison, causing Draco's eardrums to hurt.

Draco ignored the pain in his ears. Compared to his eardrums, his heart was shaking more severely at this moment.

What Mike said was really shocking. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. This made him feel very confused.

Mike didn't give him much time to think. After taking a breath, Mike squatted down again, stared at Draco with his bloodshot and red eyes and said:

"Make a decision quickly, either sign an unbreakable oath to me and continue to assassinate Dumbledore, or die here."

Draco fell backwards suddenly. He looked at Mike with horrified eyes and muttered quickly:

"But...but, I still can't figure it out. If Dumbledore dies, then who will deal with the Dark Lord? This doesn't make sense!"

Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other, and then they laughed.

"Hahaha! This is simply the funniest joke I've heard this month."

"Yes, Draco, you are really a talent. You managed to make me laugh."

Looking at the two people laughing, Draco looked confused. He couldn't figure out what was so funny about this.

The two people outside the door laughed for a while and finally stopped. Mike took a breath and said to Draco:

"Do you think we are really afraid of Voldemort?"

"It's difficult...isn't it?"

"You are still too naive." Mike shook his head and said, "Compared to the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, is simply a joke. He can only cause trouble in the Kingdom of Russia. No, the Ministry of Magic in other countries didn’t take him seriously at all. Believe it or not, as long as Voldemort dares to extend his claws to other countries, the Ministry of Magic in Europe and even the world will unite. Haha! On that scale Faced with the power of God, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are just a bunch of bugs!

To tell you the truth, I have actually united a large group of pure-blood nobles and started to transfer all the wealth to the United States. It is a very contradictory gj. There, a Muggle-born wizard like me has a very high status, because in Anti-ancestry discrimination there is zz correct!

But at the same time, they also respect the nobles with pure blood, especially the pure-blooded nobles from the United States. The upper-class wizards of the United States have a natural inferiority complex in front of them. This is easy to understand. The United States was originally a government formed by a group of robbers and fugitives. They were a group of nouveau riche.

Why do you think Chris and that large group of pure-blood nobles suddenly disappeared? They just went to the United States to lead the battle for us! Now everything is ready. As long as the situation in the Republic of China reaches an irreversible point, the remaining people and I will immediately go to the United States and continue our lives there! "

Mike stood up as he spoke, with his hands raised in the air, his eyes shining, and his expression wild.

Draco in the cell also had a look of longing on his face. It was obvious that he also wanted to live such a life.

Taking a deep breath, Mike slowly regained the excitement on his face.

He lowered his head and looked at Draco again, and said meaningfully:

"Isn't it hard to live with Voldemort?"

"You...what are you talking about!" Draco's pupils shrank sharply, "How is this possible!"

"Stop lying, your expression has told me everything! And Voldemort is crazy now. He is moody and I can completely imagine his attitude towards his subordinates! Just admit it, he is a very difficult master to maintain. If you don't If something unexpected happens, the current Malfoy family will almost be wiped out by him and his group of men, right? He is sucking your blood now! Do you expect that after he overthrows the Ministry of Magic, he will give you several times the current investment? Repay? Stop dreaming! He will just kill you all!"

"No! He won't do this! No way...ah! It hurts so much!"

Draco was talking to himself in a daze, but in the middle of the sentence, he suddenly covered his right forearm with a painful expression, screamed and rolled on the ground.

The corners of Mike's mouth rose even more, and he knew exactly what was happening.

The Dark Mark and tattoos are not simply used to indicate identity. They are advanced magic developed by Voldemort based on many esoteric knowledges such as symbol charms, name charms, and language charms.

This makes it almost impossible to copy, and has the function of positioning and ensuring the loyalty of subordinates.

Draco's current situation is that he has triggered the so-called loyalty guarantee function. This function is very interesting. As long as a person who has been marked with the Dark Mark has the intention of betraying Voldemort, he will be burned by the Dark Mark. To avoid this situation, in addition to maintaining permanent loyalty, the only way is to use Occlumency to deceive the Dark Mark.

It's just that the application conditions for the latter are very harsh. Even Snape, the recognized master of Occlumency, is often burned, not to mention Draco.

He must have been persuaded by Mike's alliance plan just now, otherwise he wouldn't have been burned!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! You look like a dog now, Malfoy." Zhou Hong sneered, "Is this your reward for surrendering to Voldemort? It's really funny!"

Draco glared at Zhou Hong angrily. He was afraid of Mike but looked down on Zhou Hong. Normally, he would have cursed, but now he was in too much pain to care about anything else.

Draco's pitiful screams lasted for nearly half an hour before stopping. This was not because Draco gave up the idea of ​​betrayal in his heart, but because the magic power in the Dark Mark was exhausted, and it would slowly slow down. It absorbs Draco's own magic power to replenish itself, and it will not be triggered again until it is fully charged if Draco still has thoughts of betrayal.

Draco lay on the floor like a puddle of mud, panting heavily, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Mike nodded slightly outside the cell. Draco didn't say anything too embarrassing just now, and he still had some backbone. Mike was quite satisfied with this.

He twisted his neck and smiled slowly listening to the clicking sound from his joints.

"Draco Malfoy, you have seen it. This is the consequences of surrendering to Voldemort. That third-rate Dark Lord has gone completely crazy. He will only lead you people into destruction."

Draco didn't speak. The torture just now had exhausted all his strength and he needed to rest now.

Mike continued:

"I could have smiled and watched you gradually disappear, but now, I am willing to give you a chance, a chance to continue the Malfoy family!"

As soon as he said this, Draco's eyes changed as he was lying on the ground like a dead dog. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Mike with bloodshot eyes. It was only then that Mike realized that Draco Blood was slowly flowing down from the corner of Laco's mouth. He must have accidentally bitten his tongue when he was tortured just now.

This situation is very common, so when Mike tortures or interrogates someone, he usually puts a hard wooden stick into the person's mouth to prevent the other person from biting his tongue in two.

Draco's bleeding was not much, so Mike didn't pay too much attention. He slowly leaned down, looked into Draco's eyes and said:

"Go kill Dumbledore, and then I will give you a retreat, a retreat that allows you to follow us to the United States."

Draco's pupils suddenly dilated, and after a while, his breathing gradually calmed down.

He stared at Mike, and finally grinned and said:

"Wo Puxin, you are so ambitious."

His two rows of white teeth had long been stained red with blood, and his speaking voice was muffled due to an injury to his tongue, but Mike felt his determination.

This determination made the smile disappear from Mike's face. He stood up straight with an expressionless expression, looked down at Draco with eyes like a bug and said:

"It's not too stupid. But, cooperate or die. You don't have a third option. So, what is your choice?"

Hearing this, Draco smiled, very arrogantly. He seemed to know that his mouth was in bad condition now, so he grinned desperately to reveal the two rows of neat teeth that were bleeding.

But he stopped laughing soon, because Zhou Hong had already pulled out the wand. Draco believed that if he dared to laugh again, the other party would mercilessly cast a death curse on him. You can see it in the ferocious expression.

As for whether Zhou Hong knows the Death Curse, Draco has never doubted this at all. Zhou Hong is a famous new generation genius in Gryffindor House. Such a person is so close to Mike. The three unforgivable He must be able to do the curse.

As a result, Draco immediately closed his mouth, covered his face with his hands and said eagerly:

"Don't! Don't! Don't! I'll cooperate! I'll do whatever you tell me! Ask him to put down the wand!"

Both Mike and Zhou Hong laughed. Mike squatted down again and stretched out his hand towards Draco, while Zhou Hong continued to point his wand at Draco.

"Then, let's sign the contract."

Hearing Mike's words, Draco's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle, but he quickly reacted and crawled to the fence, holding Mike's outstretched hand.

As Mike slowly read out the specific content of the oath, Draco's expression became worse and worse. The content of Mike's contract was really too much.

Not only was Draco required to keep secret what happened in these days and everything that followed, but Draco was also required to obey all of Mike's orders for a full year.

This is simply a contract of betrayal!

But Draco gritted his teeth and finally repeated what Mike said.

Isn’t it just one year? He can still bear it.

And as the two of them finished reciting their oaths, Zhou Hong on the side also placed his wand on the two hands that were held together.

Golden strands of light flowed out from the tip of the staff, slowly winding around their torsos like vines along their hands, and finally disappeared into their bodies.

"I promise."

Draco slowly let go of his hand and leaned against the iron railing with dull eyes - he had just sold his soul.

"Okay, don't look like you're being bothered. Now we should talk about how to kill Dumbledore."

Draco slowly raised his eyes and looked at Mike who was speaking.

But he saw that Mike was using his wand to continuously use cleaning spells on the right hand he had just held with him, and the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.

Draco's eyes twitched, but there was not much anger, but a little shame.

After all, he is also a man with a good aristocratic education and a slight mysophobia. Even if he and Mike were swapped, he would do this because he is too dirty now.

"Well, just do whatever you say. Anyway, I don't have a clue right now."

Mike glanced at Draco, and he felt that Draco had completely turned into a salty fish.

But he was not interested in talking nonsense to Draco anymore, and said directly:

"There is a vanishing cabinet in Borgin Bock's shop in Knockturn Alley. You go get it back during the Christmas holidays."

Draco's eyes lit up as soon as these words came out. He looked at Mike with bright eyes and asked in disbelief:

"No? Could it be that you have..."

"That's right," Mike smiled, "it's what you think."