Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

Drew rolled over and crawled out of the bar, gave Desmond a bear hug, and then poked the knotted muscles on Desmond's body, sincerely sighing at Desmond's physique.

"I haven't been back for a while!" Desmond said with a smile, and then directly got to the point: "Where is the old drunkard? I have something to ask him!"

When Dulu saw that Desmond had something to do, he stopped disturbing him. Nunu pointed to the attic above his head: "In the same place, I get drunk every day, and I carry him on his back every time! This guy hasn't come back for two months. He lives here...I feel like he considers this place his home!"

Desmond scratched his head in embarrassment, then took out a handful of pounds and handed it to Dulu. Dulu did not take it but glared at Desmond: "Get out of here, who do you think I am!? You want me again?" When I see you insulting me with money, I will really kick the old drunkard out!"

As he spoke, he kicked Desmond in the butt, cursed and urged Desmond to get down to business.

Desmond was obviously very familiar with Drew, and he was not annoyed at all after being kicked. He smiled and scratched his head and walked towards the attic.

The stairs leading to the attic are hidden in a utility room to the right of the bar. There are many broken brooms and sundries inside, making the originally not spacious stairs even more crowded.

Desmond couldn't help but sniffle as soon as he entered the stairs of the utility room. The air was mixed with the smell of rotten wood and dust, and the most unbearable thing was the strong smell of alcohol.

Desmond walked up to the attic. The attic was relatively small, and Desmond had to bend down or hit his head.

There are still sundries on the attic, but deep in the rubbish there is an old wooden bed. There is a person lying on the bed, holding a wine bottle in his arms, and there are messy things on the bed. There were seven or eight empty wine bottles, and the area around the bed was even more shocking. The empty wine bottles were almost as high as the bed, and there were many cigarette butts on the ground. The mixed smell of alcohol and cigarettes made Desmond unable to bear it. He frowned.

Desmond looked at the sloppy figure on the bed, with undisguised disgust on his face: "If others know that the leader of the Punishment Knights is such a sloppy drunkard, we Punishment Knights will Why are you still hanging around in the Knights of the Round Table?"

The slovenly figure on the bed seemed to be disturbed from his dream by Desmond's rich voice. He unconsciously pursed his lips and frowned. He chirped twice, and before he opened his eyes, he took out the half bottle in his arms again. Strong alcohol poured into his stomach.

After the liquor went down his throat, the man on the bed woke up a little. He sat up with a groan and looked at Desmond blankly. After a long time, he said: "Des... hiccup... why are you here?" "Didn't I tell you a long time ago not to come to me if you have nothing to do? I told you a long time ago that I wanted you to accept the honor and become a real knight leader, but you didn't want to, and now you dislike me for being a sloppy old man."

As he spoke, the old drunkard took out a cigarette from somewhere, snapped his fingers, lit a flame on his fingertips, lit the cigarette, and puffed away.

"Old drunkard, don't think I know what you think. Let me take over the Knights. You're so romantic and happy. I'll do the dirty work while you watch the show!" Desmond said unceremoniously.

The old drunkard took two puffs of cigarette, then turned over his hand and summoned another bottle of liquor and took a gulp of it: "I told you earlier, I'm so disappointed in the royal court that I'm too lazy to meddle in other things. If I have the time, I might as well drink and sleep. If you sleep, you won’t have many more years to live anyway.”

Desmond sighed: "Are you also opposed to the Royal Court's seven deadly sins plan?"

"It has something to do with that impossible plan, but it's not the main reason. I'm disappointed in that old guy Merlin because of other things... Don't ask me what's going on, you kid knows nothing! What are you waiting for? I have found a wife, and I will tell you my story again..."

The old drunkard directly changed the subject and asked, "Tell me, what are you doing with me again?"

"Secret order from the royal court, urgently summon all senior officials to return to the royal court."

The old drunkard's face changed slightly, and the amusement in his eyes disappeared, revealing a serious look.

The "Prince's Secret Order", especially the urgent summons for high-level officials, is extremely unusual. Except for one use during the civil strife fifteen years ago, no "Prince's Secret Order" has been issued in the past two hundred years.

For such an important secret order to be issued, something big must have happened in the royal court.

"What's going on?" the old drunkard asked.

Desmond also put away his smile and nodded: "Almost a week ago, the royal court suddenly discovered that there was a problem with the mithril mine in Ireland. The person in charge died inexplicably when his soul was sucked by something. The entire mithril mine All Muggles in the surrounding mining towns have had their memories altered, and the new generation of Templar El Bolen has disappeared.

According to the investigation, there are traces of a battle in the mithril mine. The heroic spirit released by El Boren before the disappearance of the 'Holy Sword of Heroic Spirits' should be to convey a message to the royal court, but the spirit of the heroic spirit did not return to the royal court. Along with El Boren disappeared. "

"Can you tell which force it is from the battle traces?" the old drunkard asked.

Desmond shook his head: "It's useless. The other party erased the traces. Apart from the fact that there was a battle, there is no other useful information. However, according to the descriptions of the miners, they had inexplicable emotions for several days some time ago." Down, the court suspects it is related to the dementors who escaped last year."

The old drunkard couldn't help but frown: "It's strange to say that the Dementors have been besieging Hogwarts last year, but around May this year, the Dementors besieged in the Forbidden Forest suddenly disappeared overnight. , no one knows where they went... could it be related to the Eye of Danatus? "

"The Eye of Danatas has fallen, and now the corrupt Bishop Bores is imprisoned in the underground prison of the King's Court of Glory Council, and is scheduled to be tried in the early spring of next year."

"It's just that a Templar is missing, so there's no need to issue a 'Secret Order from the Royal Court'. What else is going on?" the old drunkard continued to ask.

Desmond smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know the specifics. I only know that about two days ago, Grindelwald led his saints to uproot the Royal Court's stronghold in Norway, and at the same time, two temples The knight disappeared. In addition to Rhaegarn who was guarding the Norwegian stronghold, Geraint, who went to the North Sea to investigate the changes in the ancient world, also disappeared.

This incident is most likely related to Grindelwald. Some people speculate that the two Templars should have died at the hands of Grindelwald. Three Templars were lost in just one week. The most important thing is that Regaon, the strongest of this generation of Templars, has broken through the realm-breaking level, and even he is missing... The reason why the Honor Council is like this in a hurry……"

As Desmond was talking, the old drunkard interrupted him directly and said: