Hogwarts Homecoming

A man suddenly appeared from the void and appeared in a narrow alley. After landing, he immediately looked around vigilantly to make sure no one was peeping. He retracted the pointed wand under his black cloak and breathed a sigh of relief. .

On the left side of the alley were low thorn bushes growing randomly, and on the right side were neatly trimmed tall hedges. The man stepped forward, his long cloak slapping his ankles.

The low-hanging branches overhead blocked the moonlight, and the man's worried face appeared to flicker.

He quickly left the alley and turned right, entering a wide driveway. The tall hedge also turned around and stretched into the distance. Two extraordinary wrought iron gates blocked his way. The man did not stop, but stretched out his right hand from under the cloak, and then went straight through the smoky wrought iron door.

At the end of the straight driveway, a very low-level mansion suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Malfoy Manor.

This is not the first time Nott has visited the home of his old friend Lucius. He has always admired this stately and luxurious mansion. The elegant decoration in the mansion is worthy of the glory of the ancient pure-blood Malfoy family. It also shows the wealth of the Malfoy family.

But now, this decent manor located in the dark is filled with a heavy haze. Even the bright moonlight cannot break through the ominous atmosphere surrounding the manor.

"call--"

Walking into the foyer, under the gaze of the pale portraits on the wall, Old Nott took a deep breath and muttered something to himself, as if to cheer himself up. Then, he stepped on the luxurious carpet that almost touched the ground and came to a heavy wooden door.

"I'll. Phew, be appreciated."

After hesitating for a moment, Old Nott turned the bronze handle and pushed the door open.

There was a long, well-decorated table in the living room, and the usual furniture in the room was pushed randomly against the wall. A small flame burned in the ornate marble fireplace, providing only minimal illumination to the spacious room, as if the occupants did not need the light.

"There you are, Nott--"

There were only two people in the room, one was the original owner of the house and the other was the new owner of the house.

Voldemort, who was sitting in the middle of the long table, said in a high voice, his left hand resting on the armrest, holding his wand elegantly.

Lucius Malfoy was lying on the ground, his long pale golden hair scattered in front of his eyes, his gray eyes filled with unspeakable fear and panic, and his pale cheeks without a trace of blood were still twitching. , it seemed that he had just endured some unimaginable pain.

Lucius' tragic situation made Old Nott tremble in his heart. He looked at him blankly, forgetting all the things he had planned to report, his legs weakened, and he knelt down.

"Oh, don't worry, Nott—"

Voldemort seemed to find this scene quite interesting. He showed a lazy smile and turned his head to look at Lucius, who was lying on the ground panting. His scarlet snake eyes were colder than solid ice.

"Lucius betrayed my trust. He lost the treasure that the great Dark Lord entrusted to his care. He sent it to Dumbledore and Brian in an extremely stupid way, and he was punished for it - —”

Coldness surged on Voldemort's face, and the wand in his hand swung rhythmically.

"But the Dark Lord is magnanimous, Lucius, I can forgive you once. Of course, this is also because you have won the support of giants for our great cause, Lucius, I hope this Stupid mistakes won't happen again. You won't betray my trust again, right?"

"Thank you for your magnanimity, my lord!"

Lucius dragged his embarrassed body and crawled to Voldemort's feet, twitching his nose and kissing Voldemort's robe.

"Get up, Lucius, and let us hear what good news Nott has brought us."

Voldemort stood up and said, slowly walking to Nott's side. However, he did not let Nott stand up. Instead, he leaned down slightly and looked at him. The huge shadow reflected on the wall swallowed Old Nott like an evil ghost. special shadow.

"You do bring good news, don't you?"

Voldemort asked.

"Oh, I don't know, Master. I don't know if it's good news, but I think it's necessary to report it to you."

Old Nott pressed his forehead against the furry carpet, trembling with every syllable he spat out.

"But I saw Amosta Blaine, I saw him come back."

"Amosta Blaine is back."

There was a flash of disgust on Voldemort's downturned pale face, and then there was a moment of indifference.

"You sent me a message to see me just to tell me this. To waste the Dark Lord's precious time with news that maybe I could just buy a copy of the Daily Prophet?"

Old Nott's heart clenched suddenly, and he could feel an overwhelming chill pressing down on him.

"I met Blaine at Gringotts, Master. He was opening a vault with a woman. The woman he brought back from New York. Blaine said that the woman was very talented in alchemy equipment, so he was going to Place her in the workshop that makes money for him and Remus."

Voldemort's lowered gaze became increasingly cold and impatient.

"--Of course the key is not here. They later went to the vault under the guidance of a goblin. Out of curiosity, I waited outside for a while. Oh, actually I waited for several hours. This made me feel something was wrong. You know, generally It wouldn't take that long to get the gold from the vault.

Later they came up from the underground vault, but something was wrong. The goblin who took them down seemed to have fought with a fire dragon. His clothes were burned and his face was blackened."

As if he had some guess, Voldemort's eyes flashed with twitching, and his voice was cold and heavy,

"I think you asked the goblin, Nott?"

"Of course, my lord!"

Realizing that what he said was not worthless to the Dark Lord, Old Nott's silent heart regained some vitality, and his voice was no longer trembling so much.

"It was reluctant to say anything at first, but I threatened it. If it didn't tell me what they were doing, I would interrupt all the business of the Nott family and Gringotts, take away the Nott family's gold, and let it It was bad luck, and then it told me that Brian had opened a very old family vault."

"A very old family vault?!"

In an instant, a huge fear gripped Voldemort's heart, and he suddenly looked at Lucius Malfoy, with anger in his fierce eyes.

Lucius Malfoy had just told him about his precious Horcruxes when he asked about the notebook, causing him to become furious.

But after calming down, he realized that he didn't need to be so nervous.

It was just an accident. It was Lucius's stupid act of making decisions without authorization that exposed his precious Horcrux in front of Dumbledore and Brain. Dumbledore was already dim and it was impossible for him to recognize his great ability to prevent death. Magic, but Blaine made him feel a little worried.

Just by the fact that Brian can use Li Huo to an outstanding level, it can be seen that he is not a 'saint' like Dumbledore. He has profound knowledge of dark magic.

He had just been thinking about whether Blaine might know about Horcruxes, but Nott brought him the news.

"The treasury of an ancient family—"

Voldemort's snake eyes were filled with red light, but his voice was light and airy.

"To whom?"

"That goblin won't say anything no matter what, Master——"

Old Nott was out of breath,

"It said it was a big risk to tell me this and if any more was revealed, Brian wouldn't let it go."

"Don't want to say?!"

Voldemort's voice suddenly became louder, and his vertical pupils were filled with red light. He looked at Old Nott sternly,

"When did you become so gentlemanly, Nott, or have you forgotten how serving the Dark Lord is worthless?"