The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"Boom!"

Several bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, and it rained heavily in Wiltshire.

Raindrops crackled on the tombstones in the Malfoy family cemetery, except Lucius Malfoy's golden tombstone.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the tombstone, wand in hand.

He cast spells on his father's grave to protect it from rain.

It seemed that Lucius could be protected in this way.

"I'm sorry, father..."

Draco hugged the tombstone with tears streaming down his face, and at this moment he took off his mask of coldness that he usually pretended to be, and wept like a child.

"Father!"

"I don't know why I went to Gryffindor..."

"I'm afraid I'm not doing well!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to find friends, and I'm worried that they will bully me!"

"The thing I'm most afraid of is the decline and end of the Malfoy family in my hands!"

"Father? If it were you, what would you do?"

Draco curled up hugging his legs.

"Teach me, father."

Draco was extremely sad, he really wanted to avenge his father and kill all the damned vampires.

But nothing can be done.

"boom!"

A red cloth bag suddenly fell from the sky.

There seemed to be a round thing in the bag, and it rolled to Draco's feet.

"duang!"

There seemed to be a spring installed in the bag, popping the contents out.

"What?" Draco was startled, jumped up and saw clearly, it was a human head!

The neck was covered with blood, but his face was pale, with four fangs exposed in his mouth.

"who!!!"

Draco held his wand and looked around, panting heavily.

"Oh—little Draco."

A dry voice fell from the sky, a black wind blew around Draco, and a person stepped out of the wind.

He wore a mask and a black cloak, and was about the same height as Draco.

"Who are you?" Draco pointed his wand at him warily.

"who I am?"

he asked back.

Walking slowly down Lucius' cemetery, he turned to face Draco, croaking.

"who I am!!!"

"They dare not mention my name!"

"They call me the Dark Lord!"

"I prefer my name: Voldemort."

Ron raised his hands high and smacked his nose in front of Draco fiercely.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Wherever you come from, go where you are! Get out!"

Draco shook his head frantically, and pointed his wand at Ron as he stepped back, "Swoon!"

"boom!"

Ron crossed his wand across his chest and knocked the Stunning Charm away.

"Study in the library is always useful, right?"

Ron said jokingly.

Draco thought: How does he know I'm always in the library?

The next scene made Draco's eyes turn red.

Ron pointed his wand at Abraxas Malfoy's grave, the seal was opened, and the coffin flew out!

"Bastard, you'll be smashed to pieces!!!"

Draco doesn't allow anyone to insult his family!

"Armor protection!" Ron blocked the attack again, a distorted smile appeared under the mask: "I saw you right, little Draco."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and chanted a mantra towards the coffin:

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate!"

A small piece of bone flew out of the coffin.

"Abraxas, I am sorry to open your coffin."

Ron was expressionless, and strode up to Draco after speaking.

With a murderous look, he asked Draco: "Where is the house elf of the Malfoy family? Tell me! I'm resurrecting your father!"

"What? What did you say?"

Draco suppressed his fear desperately, opened his eyes wide, "Can my father be resurrected? Who are you?"

"I said I was Voldemort!"

Ron yelled, and then said in a light tone: "I'm giving you a Christmas present, resurrect Lucius."

Draco said tremblingly, "No, no, you can't..."

"enough!"

Ron didn't have the patience to talk so much anymore, he ran back and forth between Britain and France, and used many spells.

Voldemort was feeling very badly.

Lucius must be revived as soon as possible!

Voldemort didn't want to do all the little things by himself.

"The bones of a father, donated unintentionally, may regenerate your son. The flesh of a servant, donated voluntarily, may regenerate your master. The blood of an enemy, compulsively donated, may resurrect your enemy."

Voldemort's roar echoed through the rainy night.

"This is an ancient magic that can bring your dear father and my loyal friend Lucius Malfoy back to life completely!"

Ron quickly walked towards Draco, tugged at Draco's collar and shouted, "For your father, I ran to France, killed a group of vampires, and brought this dirty head to his grave!"

Ron shook his wand, and the vampire's head exploded with a bang, and a cloud of blood fell to the ground.

"Your grandpa gave his bones, and now there's only one servant missing - tell me! Your house-elf! Why can't I save some snacks, Draco?"

Ron conjured up a large cauldron, filled with a dark liquid.

With a flick of the wand, vampire blood and Abraxas Malfoy's bones flew into it.

"explain!"

Ron stared at Draco.

Draco instinctively felt that he was being locked by a snake, and he didn't dare to vent his breath. He said blankly: "Dobby! My... Dobby is in the magic revival prop shop in Hogsmeade."

Ron whoosh Apparated away.

When he came back again, he was holding a house elf in his hand, which was Dobby.

"Hmph, Moriarty, I'm afraid you can't imagine that I left you some nice things in your dear Mrs. Slytherin's shop! When something pleasant happens to you, that thing-- Will—bang!"

"Jie jie jie!"

Ron laughed like a madman.

Dobby struggled anxiously.

"Little master, oh little master! Help me!"

Draco looked disgusted. "Papa punished you for being a disloyal house-elf."

"Yes, house-elves are only fit to be servants of wizards."

Ron held his head up, and his wand cut Dobby's neck like a sharp knife.

"Plop!"

Dobby's body fell into the cauldron.

The liquid inside bubbled up in a series of blisters.

Clouds of gray smoke rose, and then Lucius stood up from the liquid!

"dad?"

Draco couldn't imagine his eyes.

But his father's sense of familiarity all showed that the man in front of him was Lucius Malfoy!

Lucius is alive!

Draco couldn't help but cheer.

"My friend, you are the first Death Eater to be resurrected by Lord Voldemort."

Ron strode forward, grabbing Lucius' left arm before he knew it.

The wand pressed against the Dark Mark on it, transmitting a trace of magic power.

"Ugh!"

Lucius, who didn't know what happened, felt a stabbing pain in his left arm.

The familiar sense of oppression and trembling made Lucius realize that Ron in front of him was Voldemort!

"Dark Lord...my lord!"

Lucius looked at Ron in shock, clutching his arms.

"Now, they know I'm back—a Death Eater."

Ron let go of Lucius, and walked in front of the father and son.

"Malfoy?"

"Owner."

Lucius conjured a robe for himself, and after putting it on, he didn't dare to neglect one knee, and knocked Draco down behind him.

"Oh, don't get in his way, Lucius." Ron said kindly, "Draco helped me a lot when I resurrected you, he's not a kid anymore, he'll be a new generation of Death Eaters. "

"Oh no!" Draco yelled in horror.

"No?" Ron laughed, and roared Voldemort: "You can't refuse me! Lucius is the only Death Eater who was resurrected by me. This is the honor of the Malfoy family!"

"Yes, yes! Yes, my master."

Lucius quickly agreed, he wanted to give the Malfoy family wealth to keep Draco.

But Ron smiled: "I'm afraid you don't know the current situation? Let Draco tell you."

An hour later, Lucius finally found out what happened after his death.

"What? What did you say?"

Lucius gripped Draco's arm tightly, his expression contorted.

Ron walked gently to his side, jokingly said: "Did you hear that, my friend? Your wife, Narcissa Malfoy has become Narcissa Black, and now she is Mrs. Slytherin. Maybe she is talking to Mo Riati kiss me?"

"And your property? Gone, Malfoy Manor? Sorry, Draco. How did you say Malfoy Manor disappeared?"

Draco shook his head ignorantly: "I heard it was done by the black wizard of Japan."

"East, Dark Wizard?" Ron snorted, "Trust me, Lucius. I will avenge you. Now we have a unified enemy—"

"Moriarty Slytherin!!!"

Voldemort bit every word tightly, with strong hatred and killing intent on his body.

"Right Lucius? Kill him, and I'll take back the Slytherins. You take back Narcissa Black."

Ron induced Lucius, he didn't believe that this man would not be tempted.

"don't want!"

Draco mustered up the courage to retort, staring at Lucius carefully and said, "Dad, though, um... but I will say, Mr. Moriarty is a very good man, um... Narcissa Black and Maury Artie is true love, let's not bother them."

"No! Do you know what you're talking about?" Ron yelled at Draco angrily: "The honor of the Malfoy family! Lucius, Draco, you must shoulder it!"

Lucius murmured, "Okay master, yes."

Seeing Lucius' distraught face, Ron frowned and ordered, "I want you to visit our former friends!"

"They didn't come here, they thought I was screwed, that Moriarty, a fake Slytherin, could shelter them!"

"They were wrong!"

Ron cast a scarlet spell at a big tree, and the big tree was crushed!

"Go Lucius, pay a visit and announce your return by the way!"

Ron patted Lucius on the shoulder.

"Then, you father and son will follow me. The next day, I will take you to a place where my most loyal believers are."

After Ron finished speaking, he turned into black smoke and left, taking Draco with him by the way.

Lucius' face was ashen, and he visited a large number of friends overnight.

Including the Parkinson family, the Nott family, the Greengrass family, the Crouch family, and several senior officials from the Ministry of Magic.

And former friends Crabbe and Gore, and Mrs. Chabini and Minister Fudge.

Without exception, these people expressed their shock at Lucius' resurrection, and showed nothing else.

The British magical world also knew the news of Lucius' resurrection.

It was Horace Slughorn, the pure-blood patriarch, who gave Lucius a house so that Lucius, his son and Ron would not be homeless.

This made Lucius admire Horace Slughorn.

In the middle of the night, Lucius lay awake in bed for a long time. He remembered what this woman said to him when he visited Mrs. Sabine...