Silverhand Manor.
A special guest arrives.
The wand twirled between John's fingers, his eyes scrutinizing.
The person he was staring at was silent, but his inner peace could be seen from his clenched fists.
"Want to meet your father?"
With a slight smile on his lips, John looked at the person in front of him and said casually: "Is it a request or an exchange?"
"Theodore."
The wand stopped in his hand, and the notch on it made people guess that the owner of this wand had a lot of experience.
Theodore struggled when he heard John's question.
He clenched his fists tightly and didn't notice the nails pricking his palms.
Nott is heading towards loneliness, this is something that everyone can see.
In the Ancient Alliance, Nott's name was removed.
This once sacred twenty-eight tribe did not adapt to the arrival of the new king and became an abandoned son.
Theodore also began to understand the burden he shouldered as Nott, and his grandfather could no longer bear it.
Only one of the ancient purebloods remains.
The inner struggle, the glory belonging to Slytherin echoed in his mind.
He slowly knelt down and lowered his once proud head.
"I beg you, great king."
He lowered his head and said, "Please let me see my father. This will be the last time."
He understood that he wanted to cut off that family relationship.
"For the sake of retrieving things for me," John raised his wand slightly, "I told you, you will lose everything."
Theodore responded in a deep voice: "I don't regret it."
Putting down the wand, John nodded and said calmly: "Go to Knockturn Alley tomorrow, someone will take you there."
He stood up and looked down at the former Slytherin.
The other party proved his loyalty with actions, but he was not firm.
Having wavered back and forth between loyalty and fatherhood, I finally made up my mind.
This wand has been in John's hands for some time, and there is a ring hidden in Lippi's wand.
The ring is now in Old Batty's pocket.
In this election, the ring will be the weapon that kills the hero.
John glanced at Theodore casually, "You can go."
"Thank you, great king." Theodore stood up and stepped back.
Just as he turned around, John suddenly asked, "You're not a good man, Theodore."
Theodore stopped.
John didn't look at him and continued: "You are not a bad person. This will make your life miserable. Don't let Pansy down. That silly girl has been waiting for you all along."
During this time, Pansy was looking for news about Theodore.
Ever since Theodore was sent to Poland by John to take the things away as a student, he never went back.
Pansy Parkinson did not give up. She begged her father, Mr. Parkinson, to use the power of the ancient alliance to find it.
Maybe this is a love brain and not too smart.
But her love is not annoying.
Putting the wand on the desk, John said: "The old Nott has been eliminated, and the new Nott is in your choice."
As long as Theodore is still around, Nott will not exterminate the entire clan.
He understood what John meant. The only way to get Nott back to his former position was by himself.
Step out of the study.
Theodore murmured, "It's time to make a decision, Father."
Theodore wanted to see his father one last time and tell him his decision.
Wait until the next day.
Theodore went to Knockturn Alley, where a Ministry of Magic employee was waiting for him, smiling and saying: "Mr. Nott, please come with me."
They got into the Thestral carriage, and the employee shook the reins.
The Yeqi carriage flew up, and the surrounding scene quickly retreated.
Theodore sat in the carriage and remained silent until he fell down again.
During this process, he said nothing.
The employee walks Theodore into the new Azkaban.
"Please don't stay too far away from me." The Ministry of Magic employee is the caretaker of Azkaban.
Once Theodore moves two meters away from him, he will be targeted and attacked.
The new Azkaban is even more magical than the previous one.
The Death Eaters and dark wizards who were imprisoned inside saw someone coming in, and their empty eyes locked on Theodore.
The members of the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan are also there, but there are some differences.
Among this group of people, there are two outliers.
"Norman."
Old Gore, who not only lost weight but gained a lot of weight in prison, greeted the employees.
His eyes fell on Theodore, and he said with a look of surprise: "Theodore? I am your Uncle Gower."
"Uncle Gower?" Theodore was stunned.
Connect the fat man in front of you with the big and silly person from before.
His eyes fell on the other party's prison. Although the difference didn't seem big, if you look closely, you could see that the other party's food was not very good.
There are also entertainment facilities such as Gobstone chess board and magic chess board.
"Are you coming to see your father?" Old Gore rubbed his belly and said with a smile, "You have to persuade him, he is still dreaming about the Voldemort era."
"Okay, Old Gore," Norman shook his head helplessly, "You'll be going out soon, so you'd better lose weight first."
Old Goyle was a little dissatisfied and said, "Have you seen Crabbe? He is the fattest one."
Norman was speechless, what's the comparison?
To be honest, he was also a little envious of these two tough guys.
If others live in Azkaban, they will be skinned even if they don't die.
But luckily for them, not only did they not lose weight, they also gained weight.
What was originally a life sentence became two years.
The two fools understood their fate, so they decisively turned their backs on Voldemort.
They did not waste the opportunity that their elders and younger siblings had fought for. Two years were about to pass, but nothing happened at all.
At first the Death Eaters would yell when they were caught, but they just went back to their own homes.
As time goes by, my heart naturally becomes lighter and my body becomes fatter.
Those who come in with them will either be imprisoned until death or die directly. They will be out in two years, not to mention how happy they are.
Theodore's heart sank when he saw this. If he had directly looked for John, he might not have been able to get out forever.
After bidding farewell to Old Gore, they continued deeper.
Azkaban is divided into upper nine floors and lower nine floors.
The further down you go, the more serious the crime, and the worse the environment.
A biting chill spread from the lowest level, and Theodore exhaled a white breath.
He saw his father, old Nott, standing like a living mummy.
His hair was disheveled and he was mumbling to himself.
"I'll wait for you outside."
Norman saw the shock in Theodore's eyes and turned around to go out.
He wasn't afraid that Theodore would suddenly rob the prison or something, there wasn't even a window in this place.
All the light comes from that kerosene lamp.
This was brought in by Norman.
On weekdays, there is not even a trace of light here, and the silence of death and painful moans torture the prisoners here all the time.
Those fears are infinitely amplified in the dark, and they will basically go crazy.
"Father."
Theodore approaches old Nott.
But when Old Nott saw the light in his hand, he huddled in the corner as if he was afraid of being burned by the flames.
"Master will lead pure blood to rule this world, and we will kill all Muggles." Old Nott yelled crazily, "The Dark Lord will come back, and everyone will die!"
"Hahaha……"
He was gibbering and laughing wildly.
Theodore looked at his father and said to himself: "You are thinking about him even when you are crazy. You are not thinking about your children at all."
"Kid? By the way, kid!" Old Nott seemed to have just seen who it was, and climbed out from the corner on hands and knees.
Grasping the fence with his skeleton-like palms, he stared at Theodore and said, "My son, you need to find the master. He is immortal and he will definitely come back!"
"When the time comes, we will rule this world and everyone will be our slaves!"
Theodore looked at him quietly and said, "Voldemort is dead."
"No!" Old Nott hissed ferociously, "You're lying to me!"
"He is the most powerful wizard, he can do anything!"
Old Nott banged his head on the fence that could not be unlocked, roaring like a wild beast: "He will come back, and then all the disloyal people will die!"
"I'm here to tell you," Theodore took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The last thoughts of family love were gone. "My king, he will conquer this world, and the old All will be swallowed up."
With one last look at his father, Theodore put down the lamp in his hand.
"I will take Nott back to its rightful place, using my own method."
Theodore turned and left. This would be the last time he saw his father.
Under the weak light, Old Noto let out a roar that chilled people's hearts.
Walking out of the bottom floor, Theodore saw Norman looking at his watch.
"I thought you would stay longer." Norman put down his hands as if nothing had happened and asked, "Will you confirm this?"
Theodore nodded and asked, "How long will he stay in there?"
"Until he dies," Norman said with a smile, "maybe one year, maybe ten years, or maybe a hundred years."
"If it were me, I would choose a quicker death. That eternal imprisonment is beyond death."
Sometimes death is also a gift. The longer you live, the more painful it will be.
Theodore looked at the smile on Norman's face. This man was not a good person either.
"I hope he can die within a year," Theodore put a bag of Galleons in Norman's hand, "Please."
"You shouldn't be looking for me, but..." He pushed the money back and put his right hand on his heart.
He bowed slightly and said with a smile, "My king asked me to fulfill your request."
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