The Death Knell

The professor who was missed by the little girl at this time was actually not at school. He was in his own Wilson's Automatic Alchemy Wand Shop in Diagon Alley, and it was his favorite underground facility.

There were deliberately no lights in the dark underground shooting range, which made the people inside look eerie, because there were only darker shadows in the darkness, accompanied by the erratic sound of breathing.

"Lucius, you made a right decision." A man smoked a cigarette, and the smoke emitted condensed in the empty basement. The weak red sparks only illuminated a small area, revealing the black and yellow Hand armor: "This will ensure that your family remains standing in the days to come."

Opposite him was a middle-aged man wearing a black dress and long platinum hair. He was handsome and noble. But now, this man looked very gloomy and frightened.

"Please, please don't attack my wife and children. I can cooperate with you in doing anything." He struggled with his words, not even having the courage to pull out his wand: "I have done as you asked, if Voldemort If you find out, you will definitely not let me go. You don’t have to worry that I will betray our common secret.”

At this time, a person appeared from the shadow behind Lucius, and a head with short blond hair stood upright on his shoulder: "I never worry about this, Lucius, Voldemort is not me, he understands There's nothing people can do for love, and I know that and respect people who love."

There were no exciting words in the words, and even the tone of the man behind him was very gentle, but Lucius was so nervous that even the roots of his hair were a little stiff.

His lips moved a few times, pursed tightly, and squeezed out a few words:

"You are right, my lord."

"Well, can you brighten the light? Talking in the dark is not my style." Grindelwald turned to face Deathstroke. He walked out from behind Lucius and patted his sleeves: "I prefer to walk in the dark." Under the bright spotlight, there is nothing shameful about my actions and thoughts."

Su Ming walked to the wall and pressed the switch. The thing that had been buzzing in the corner was a generator. He would not use torches or candles for lighting like other shop owners.

The rectifier of the incandescent lamp made some starting sounds, and then everything was shrouded in white light. He took a puff of cigarette and leaned his back on the stand where the weapons were placed: "It's really not realistic at all for them to call you the Dark Lord. There’s nothing dark about you.”

"I think so too." Grindelwald smiled and sat on the table, crossing his legs very elegantly. Such an action did not seem strange to him, as if he should be like this: "This is the first time I heard this When they called me this name, I thought they were talking about black people, since my skin is obviously very fair."

Su Ming smiled and shook his head: "You seem to be familiar with the Malfoy family?"

"That's right." Grindelwald asked for a cigarette, lit it with his bare hands and took a puff: "Lucius's father is Abraxas. He was born in 1930. I even hugged him."

The lights finally gave Lucius some sense of security. As the school director of Hogwarts, he had heard about the new physical education professor and knew that he was very strong and rich.

It's just that I never thought before that the other party's pressure in the dark could make people unable to even lift their hands.

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At the end of the summer vacation, Deathstroke entered the Malfoy family's manor in Wiltshire one night, and sat in front of the bed of the owner and his wife to watch them sleep.

Lucius was startled when he woke up the next morning, and subconsciously cast a few spells, but the other party was immune to all magic, and he crushed the bronze pendulum clock in the bedroom into clay with one hand.

The man in black and yellow armor showed his true face and said that he was here to negotiate terms. What he wanted was a diary that Voldemort had entrusted Lucius to keep.

Instead of handing it to him personally, he needed to go through some seemingly coincidental arrangements and put the diary on the Weasley family's youngest daughter. This is what Lucius needed to do.

"Don't want to?"

Facing the silent Lucius and his wife, the physical education professor called out Grindelwald who was lurking aside with the Disguise Curse.

Facing the sudden appearance of the first-generation Dark Lord, the couple almost screamed.

The shadow of a famous tree, Grindelwald's intimidating power to wizards is simply not comparable to that of an unknown newcomer like Su Ming.

Because both Dark Lords could easily kill their whole family, if you really want to compare, the older one is more of a threat.

After all, Voldemort has not had a body since 1981. He can only use soul fragments to reside in some unlucky creatures and control those people like puppets.

And what about Grindelwald? His appearance as a young man exactly matched the photos in countless history books, right before our eyes.

Could he die after being discovered by Voldemort? Or refuse Deathstroke's conditions and be killed by Grindelwald immediately?

Lucius didn't hesitate at all and decisively betrayed Voldemort. He knelt down to the old man on the spot and called his lord, expressing his willingness to serve.

Although he joined the Death Eaters while he was in school and made a lot of money doing so when the Dark Lord was in power.

How loyal is he to Voldemort? Forget it, the Malfoy family's specialty for thousands of years has been 'riding the wall' and 'jumping left and right'.

Grindelwald was very happy and said some words of encouragement on the spot.

For example, as long as Lucius fully cooperates, his whole family will be fine, no one will die, everyone can live a happy life, and other promises.

Of course, you can understand the opposite, but if you don't cooperate, then...

As a nobleman, it is instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so Lucius agreed to the conditions of the death knell.

So before the start of school at Hogwarts, Lucius took his diary and Draco with him every day, with the excuse of going to Diagon Alley to eat ice cream, but in fact he was always staring at the bookstore opposite, waiting for the Weasley family. Appear.

Draco didn't know anything, and he was very happy to think that his father had time to spend with him. Besides, it was good to eat and sunbathe in Diagon Alley every day, so he was very happy.

Everything about Slytherin House is good, except that the common room and dormitory area are in the cellar under the Black Lake, which is cold and damp. Although it is very spacious, people who can't see the sun always feel that there is something shortcomings.

Snakes are humans too, who doesn’t like to bask in the sun?

After waiting for several days, Lucius finally saw the Weasley family who came to buy books with their young daughter, and the boy who survived, who had passed away.

Seizing the opportunity, he got up to challenge Mr. Weasley, started a fight, and put the diary into Ginny's cauldron.

That's it.

Since then, he has been waiting anxiously, perhaps waiting for Voldemort to discover his betrayal and send a large group of Death Eaters to kill him, or perhaps waiting for Grindelwald to express his satisfaction.

In short, a result is needed.

It wasn't until last night that he received a message from the old devil, who asked him to meet here early in the morning.

He didn't dare not come.

.............................

I haven't died until now, which means the other party should be satisfied, right? That would be perfect.

"Perhaps Voldemort didn't tell you the truth about that diary. It was one of his Horcruxes, and I destroyed it last night." Deathstroke looked at Lucius again, showed a shallow smile, and handed it to He smoked a cigarette: "Now that he is getting weaker and weaker, he is going to be finished."

Lucius didn't know how to smoke, but he still took it with a smile, lit it with his wand, took a deep breath, and then coughed again and again.

"Congratulations to Lord Grindelwald for being one step closer to victory. My father once told me when he was still alive that he highly respected your ideas. Unfortunately, my strength is mediocre and I have to succumb to Voldemort's power and do things for him." He He quickly adjusted himself and started to blow a rainbow fart: "But that's all in the past. Now I'm under your command and I can finally see the light of the magic world."

Grindelwald had been praised by believers every day for decades, and he was completely immune to this. He changed his legs and continued to cross his legs, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"I am not Voldemort. He will only give empty promises to his followers, but I will reward those who believe in me. We have called you here for a good thing today, a chance to make you immortal."

"What do I need to do?" Lucius immediately thought of the Philosopher's Stone, and his breathing became heavier.

Although using the elixir will gradually wear away the wizard's magic power, life is very precious to everyone. When they are about to die of old age, people often just want to continue living, rather than lying down on the ground with their magic power and knowledge.

"You have completed our mission. Just like the old man said, this is the reward. You don't need to do anything else." Su Ming took out the leech potion from his pocket, drew it into a large syringe, and returned Pushing against the light, the air in the needle tube was discharged: "This is the magic potion I invented. It uses Muggle injection methods. You only need to inject it regularly every few years, and the years and time will stop on you. .”

A string of water columns flashed under the light, giving off a sparkling light.

Lucius didn't doubt it, because even if the other party wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need such troublesome means, and Grindelwald didn't need any magic potions to control others.

When he decided to betray Voldemort, Lucius had already stepped onto the pirate ship, and there was no way back.

After receiving the injection, he didn't feel anything special for a short period of time. He just felt that his face seemed smoother. At this time, he heard the death knell speak again:

"Go home. After you experience the effect in a few days, you will know how to find me. Remember that you have cast a secrecy spell yourself, so don't say things you shouldn't. But if you want the follow-up supply of medicine, you can still If you want to fight for a longer life for your wife and children, you have to continue working hard."