Malfoy resisted the boiling panic and wanted to show a sarcastic smile to show his ridiculous contempt for Amosta's money and power, but he suddenly found that he could no longer move, not only the corners of his mouth, but also his body. every part of.
Suddenly, the noisy bar became silent, and the aroma of various foods floating in the air, the strong drinks, and the body odor of the guests walking back and forth all disappeared!
Just like there is an eraser in the void that can 'erase' reality, everything in the bar with black and gray as the main color gradually loses its full shape, leaving only a frame composed of lines. The world quickly falls from three dimensions to two dimensions. Those The remaining frame also disappeared rapidly under the interference of mysterious power.
What happened in front of him was beyond Malfoy's understanding of magic. He stared at everything disappearing in front of him in stunned silence, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen.
This is a world filled with endless pure white, with no distinction between up, down, left and right, just like a universe that has lost its color.
Lucius blinked, and when he suddenly came back to his senses, he found that he had regained control of his body, but he still couldn't move because many cold strands appeared on the stone chair under him. The chains firmly fixed his limbs and neck, as if he was being judged.
Directly in front of the horizon, perhaps right in front of him, or perhaps at an infinite distance, two purple suns suddenly appeared. The outline of a human figure gradually appeared in the pure white. Within a few seconds, Amosta appeared in front of him. In this pure white world, he looked down at the trembling Lucius Malfoy, his indifferent eyes like a fire dragon staring at the cursing goblin in front of him.
Under the gaze of death, Lucius was sweating profusely. When he regained his composure, he immediately knew that he had made a big mistake.
Since the fall of the second generation Dark Lord Voldemort, the British wizarding world has been at peace for a long time. In the daily life of ordinary wizards, there are almost no situations where they have to wave their wands and fight others to the death.
In peacetime, money and power are always the most deterrent.
Going in and out of celebrity cocktail parties where the rich and powerful gathered, enjoying the enviable sights of mixed-blood wizards and pure Muggle-born wizards who were struggling to make a living in the wizarding world, Lucius Malfoy, who had been lost for a long time, began to repent. He remembered a truth that he had learned during his years following the Dark Lord, but that he later deliberately forgot.
That is, peeling 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 solved the items left by the Dark Lord and the thousand-year-old basilisk in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was, to some extent, far richer and more powerful than him.
"Forgive me--"
Malfoy has never been a tough man. In a very short period of time, he has recovered some 'skills' that he developed while serving under the Dark Lord.
Weeping bitterly, he only dared to stare at Amosta's feet, trying his best to imitate Dobby's posture in front of him, and prayed in an extremely humble voice,
"Save my life, Lord..., Mr. Blaine, just for Draco's sake!"
Da da da--
The increasingly clear footsteps made Lucius's body tremble even more. He wanted to raise his head to observe Amosta's expression to judge whether he still had the possibility of survival, but he did not dare to do so because he Afraid that Amosta had the same habits as the Dark Lord.
How could Voldemort, who didn't even want to be addressed by his name, allow his servants to look directly into his face?
Especially after experiencing a series of complex and dangerous human experiments, his appearance became increasingly unrecognizable. Voldemort had sternly warned his Death Eaters several times not to violate this taboo.
But soon, Lucius no longer struggled with whether he could survive, because Amosta had already given his answer with action.
Keng!
The sound of the hard spear piercing through the body and then piercing the stone chair was extremely clear. The blood trickling out of the abdomen quickly spread on the wizard's robe, like the Manzhu Shahua blooming on the other side, gorgeous and eye-catching, but full of rich earth. The smell of death.
Severe pain hit Lucius's consciousness like waves, making his body shake like a sieve, but he still did not dare to raise his head.
"Bypassing Narcissa and Draco, Mr. Blaine, I'd give anything to--"
Lucius burst into tears, sobbing and made the most humble and sincere request at the end of his life, but the response he received was just a contemptuous snort.
"I hope this will remind you, Malfoy, of course."
The cold voice reached the ears of Lucius Malfoy, whose consciousness was gradually dimming, causing endless doubts to arise in his heart as the fire of life was already a candle in the wind.
Judging from the meaning of this sentence, Amosta Blaine seems to have decided to really spare Draco's life for Draco's sake, but Blaine has already taken action, hasn't he?
The pain caused by the bronze spear that penetrated the abdomen was so real, and the feeling of life passing out of the body bit by bit was so powerless!
Perhaps Amosta Blaine meant that he would not direct his anger at Narcissa and Draco?
Lucius Malfoy thought this, and his consciousness was eaten away bit by bit by the darkness...
"Honey, honey, are you okay!"
A sudden dim light tore through the endless darkness, like waking up from a big dream. Lucius Malfoy stood blankly on the seat behind a pillar, calling anxiously to his wife and son. Watching worriedly and turning a blind eye.
After a long time, some color returned to his extremely pale face. Lucius turned his head stiffly and found that in addition to Narcissa and Draco, there were many people watching the fun around him.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you okay?"
Tom, the bar owner, squeezed in front of everyone. He fearfully looked at Lucius's face, which was recovering from a serious illness, and said tremblingly.
If Lucius Malfoy, the famous leader of the Malfoy family, had something go wrong in his bar, Tom could imagine that what awaited him would not be a good end.
"Where is that person..."
After he spoke, Lucius was shocked to find that he felt as if he hadn't drank water for two or three days, and his voice was hoarse and dry.
"If you are referring to the young guest opposite you--"
Tom said respectfully,
"He has been away for a while, 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 disturb..."
"What's wrong with you, honey?"
Narcissa frowned and stared at her husband, confused.
Draco's expression quietly changed. He knew his father and knew that he was habitually mean when talking to some...some not-so-famous guys. If his father used this attitude with Professor Blaine If you talk...
"Professor Brain is a very powerful wizard, father--"
Draco's voice was filled with panic;
"And his character can be very tough at times, especially when faced with offenses 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
"This...Professor Brain, if you meet him again in the future, you might as well show more respect."
"Professor Brain has left Hogwarts. Father, he is very mysterious. I'm afraid I won't have many chances to bump into him in the future-"
Draco, who didn't quite understand why his father gave such instructions, hesitated for a while and then said regretfully.
"No, he will definitely return to Hogwarts--"
Lucius looked past the crowd of heads and pointed directly at the deep night outside the door. After being silent, he exhaled heavily and said with great certainty,
"He'll definitely get back there."
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