After entering the room, Dudley was not polite at all and just found a place to sit on his own.
crunch
The sturdy solid wood tables and chairs emitted "screams" and deformed slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Normally, Lucius would have been extremely distressed, but now he didn't care about the chair, staring at Dudley without blinking, for fear of missing any of Dudley's slight expressions.
"What do you mean?"
"I think you should know better than me."
Dudley shrugged, changed into a comfortable position, and looked at Lucius playfully: "That guy is not dead."
Lucius's heart trembled, but he said.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Dudley said the name softly.
Lucius's face turned pale and he still argued: "He is already dead."
Voldemort's death is the best ending.
This is the common thought of the 'former' Death Eaters, headed by Lucius, who immediately defected to Voldemort after his fall.
Even if this is their former boss, no one likes a traitor.
"Do you really think so?" Dudley looked at Lucius jokingly: "Don't deceive yourself, Mr. Lucius."
"He called his most loyal and trustworthy believer. He found him. It won't be long before he comes back."
"Maybe a year, maybe right away"
"Mr. Lucius, the fact that you have not been summoned means that you are no longer trusted by him."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible"
Lucius denied it, but there was something wrong with the mark on his left arm, which forced him to believe it.
This is real
When he thought about the consequences of not being trusted by that man, Lucius was completely panicked and looked at Dudley in shock.
"Even if it's true, how could you possibly know this? Could it be that you"
Also a Death Eater?
Before the words came out of his mouth, he was interrupted by Dudley's sneer: "If you think about it carefully with your ass, you will know that this is impossible."
"He and I are mortal enemies, there's no doubt about it."
If Dudley were a Death Eater, Harry wouldn't even have ashes left.
Lucius was also frightened by the sudden news. When he calmed down and thought about it, he realized that it was impossible.
If this is not the case, it only means that the Dark Lord has his people around him.
Does this mean that Potter, who defeated the Dark Lord, was really a powerful dark wizard? Or Dursley?
"Mr. Lucius, let me show you something."
Ignoring Lucius's random thoughts, he took out a bucket filled with an unknown black liquid, which exuded an unpleasant pungent smell.
"Do you know what this is?"
Dudley pointed at the bucket, and Lucius took a closer look and almost fainted from the smell.
"It seems you don't recognize me either."
"This is the diary you put in Ginny's bucket. Do you know what it is?"
Lucius frowned, isn't it a special black magic item?
"Do you know about Horcruxes?"
Dudley didn't tell him directly but asked again.
Horcrux?
Lucius shook his head. Although he was a dark wizard, his knowledge reserve was not very rich.
He is more interested in money and power than studying magic.
"Through evil rituals. Split part of your soul and put it into objects. Do you know what it means?"
"It means that as long as the Horcrux is intact, even if the body is destroyed, you will not die. You will be reborn after a while."
Lucius's gray pupils gradually widened as Dudley narrated.
It has horror written all over it.
He seemed to already know the reason why the man was not dead.
And he
"Yes, you guessed it right. Your mistake in the Horcrux destroyed his Horcrux. Do you think he will forgive you?"
At this moment, Lucius's heart felt cold, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, his legs went limp and he sat on the ground.
If it was just a matter of defecting after Voldemort's fall, Lucius was still confident that he could rely on his eloquence to pay a certain price and be safe, but if the key props for the person's resurrection were tampered with.
As one of Voldemort's earliest supporters, he knew exactly what that man was like.
In fact, Lucius's reaction is very good now. A certain school principal was so frightened that his pants got wet when he heard the news about the man's return.
There is no one who is not afraid of madmen, or madmen who like to kill.
"Take a step back, even if he doesn't give you an Avatar, guess what he will do to you and your family who are not trusted."
"You, your wife and Draco will bear his mark, and the Malfoy family will never be able to recover."
Lucius may not be a good man or a good wizard, but he is at least a good husband and a good father.
"You have to help him, you have to help him!"
Lucius begged, grabbing Dudley's trousers.
"Even if you don't tell me I will still be Draco but my friend."
Lucius and his wife hurriedly left the manor the next day. The reason was that the Malfoy family had some business matters to deal with, and Malfoy Manor was given full responsibility by Draco.
"Brother D, I had a strange dream last night."
That day, Harry woke up from his sleep, yawned and walked out of the room, rubbing the scar on his forehead.
Dudley asked with a thought: "What did you dream about?"
Harry recalled it, his expression not looking so happy: "A python, Peter Pettigrew, and a goblin with the face of Voldemort."
"It's so wrinkled and has no nose. It's so ugly."
Harry seemed to have thought of something disgusting and had a look of disgust on his face. He didn't even have an appetite for the boiled eggs for breakfast.
Dudley nodded to indicate that he understood, and then spoke to several others at the dinner table.
"Starting today we are going to learn a very useful magic skill——"
"Occlumency."
"Everyone try to finish it during the holidays."
It was another profound magic skill, and several people were eager to try it.
Life at Malfoy Manor was quite comfortable, with good food, good accommodation, and good fun.
This stay lasted for nearly a month.
During this period, I don't know whether it was because Harry and Neville had reached the growth stage or because the food in Malfoy Manor was particularly good. In short, the height and weight of the two people increased slowly, although their body shape was still smaller than that of Dudley. It's not worth mentioning, but the muscles on his body have begun to take shape, and there is a tendency to move closer to Dudley.
By the way, even Ron's height has increased dramatically. Only Draco is still the same as before, no matter how much he eats, he doesn't grow.
Draco has repeatedly expressed dissatisfaction with his body shape.
"Obviously it was me first." That cry filled with grievances made everyone who heard it feel compassionate.
But height is something you can't just increase if you want to.
"Brother D, help me."
Draco looked at Dudley pitifully, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law, which made Hermione's eyelids jump.
So from then on, Draco had to drink a cup of potion that was three times as bitter as Coptis chinensis before going to bed every day.
(End of chapter)
