Daily Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 979 Shaking the Pot, the Truth Doesn't Matter
Time passed by little by little, but no one came to meet him. Lucius Malfoy, who was waiting patiently at the temporary stronghold, only felt cold hands and feet.

Even if he thought about it with his knees, he knew that something must have happened over there, otherwise the others would have come to meet him long ago.

It was really hard for Lucius Malfoy to imagine that if he just returned to England like this, he would be punished by the Dark Lord.

He couldn't help shivering, not daring to continue thinking about it.

You have to do something yourself.

After much hesitation, Lucius Malfoy finally decided to return to Spain to find out what happened tonight.

It wasn't that difficult, Snape had left some of the compound potion left for them, and it took him a while to get hair from a Muggle.

To be honest, Lucius Malfoy really didn't want to look like a Muggle, this kind of thing was an indelible shame to him, but it's not easy to get wizard hair now, and there are people Recognizing the risk, so turning into a Muggle and pretending to be a foreign wizard is the best choice at present. Suppressing the discomfort and disgust, Malfoy drank a small cup of compound potion. Under the effect of the potion, he Soon it will be another look.

A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy rearranged his clothes and returned to Spain with a travel suitcase.

It wasn't that hard to find someone to ask for information, as long as you found the right channels, at least not for Malfoy.He pretended to be a spectator who came to Spain to watch the International Wizarding Duel Contest, and was about to stay at the Barnabus Bar. Both the boss and the waiters here are very good at various languages, so there is no need to worry about communication problems.

Malfoy walked into the lively bar, sat down at the vacant seat by the counter, ordered a drink for himself, and casually chatted with the bartender.

In the seemingly inadvertent chat, Malfoy learned that the Mudblood was not dead, and that he had already entered the top sixteen, and was currently one of the seed players with the best chance of competing for the championship.

"If you want to bet, you have to do it early." The bartender in front of the counter reminded kindly, "However, don't blame me if you lose."

Lucius Malfoy didn't pay attention to what the other party said, but turned his attention to the Spanish newspaper thrown on the counter. He actually saw the news that Goyle and his gang were arrested in the newspaper, although Malfoy couldn't understand Spanish , but this did not prevent him from understanding the content in the photo.

"It seems that another black wizard has been arrested?" The bartender glanced at the newspaper on the table, wiped the wine glass, and said with a smile, "The newspaper said that the black wizard from the UK was arrested. Dead Apostles, it seems that they were trying to assassinate a contestant, but they were discovered and subdued by patrolling Aurors. I really don't know what the brains of those people are thinking, they actually made trouble in the heavily guarded duel competition? Your face seems to be Not very pretty."

"I haven't had a good rest for two days and two nights." Lucius Malfoy drank the drink in his glass, paid for the keys, took the suitcase and went back to his room to rest.

Of course, Lucius Malfoy is not in the mood to sleep, and his mind is full of thinking about how to exonerate himself. The Dark Lord will definitely not let him go easily, especially since the Dark Lord knows that he accidentally broke the diary Afterwards, Malfoy felt that the Dark Lord didn't like him very much.

Now, the mission has failed again.

They must not fail because they are too useless. Their failure must be due to the trap of the Order of the Phoenix, and that Mudblood was prepared.

"Yes, didn't you say that Mudblood can prophesy?" Malfoy suddenly sounded a reason to justify himself.

The reason for their failure was more because the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew their plan in advance through the mudblood's prophecy, and secretly attacked and intercepted them. Even the assassination of the mudblood at close range was escaped by that guy.

Isn't this the best proof?
That Mudblood is a menace!
If he shines at the International Wizarding Duel Tournament...

Staring at the newspaper in his hand, Lucius Malfoy found that he actually hoped that the opponent would enter the top four.

This is just ridiculous.

However, only when the opponent is stronger and shows more amazing strength, their failure will not seem so wasteful.

How to say that sentence: It's not that I don't work hard, but that the enemy is too strong.

……

In the player area of ​​the gymnasium, Albert sneezed suddenly. He rubbed his nose with his hand, and went to the counter to buy a refreshing hot drink, so as not to catch a cold at night.

The number of remaining players is getting smaller and smaller, and the game time is getting longer and longer, and sometimes the battle cannot be ended for a quarter of an hour.

Among the crowd who stayed behind, the young Albert was too conspicuous, especially after the newspaper helped Albert expose the halo on his head last time, more people were interested in him.

Sipping a refreshing drink, Albert sat in a corner and waited quietly.

Although the danger had passed, he still didn't dare to relax. Tonight's duel was not over yet, and his opponent might be more dangerous than the Death Eaters.

No way, I encountered a black wizard in the first two rounds.

Although he won without much effort, but when facing the strange and weird black magic, he had to be [-] points. If he was hit by black magic, God knows what bad effect it would have.

This time, Albert's opponent was a 30-year-old squint, who seemed to be a dark wizard, because before the match, the referee had reminded him that this was a unique treatment for dark wizards.

Squinting his eyes and his love for smiling made Albert more vigilant. As the saying goes, squinting eyes are monsters.

At the beginning of the duel, Albert took the lead, and so far he has not encountered a wizard who casts spells faster than him.Perhaps because he knew that the speed of casting spells was not as fast as that of Albert, that guy directly deployed the magic barrier and successfully blocked Albert's first two attacks.

In fact, it was normal for the attack to be blocked. After all, he had already played several times, and the routine he used had probably been sold to other players by intelligence dealers.

After learning about the opponent's intelligence, he will definitely target his weaknesses.

For example, he seldom uses black magic, and relies more on skills and strength to defeat opponents, and the magic barrier can easily block the first wave of attacks, so that he will not be in a hurry.

However, incomplete information is harmful.

Squinting eyes obviously realized this too, the defensive barrier did block the enemy's attack, but this situation did not last long, the magic barrier in front of him suddenly shattered, and a spell flew towards him.

"It's really frustrating to be underestimated!"

There was a sharp light in the eyes that squinted and opened suddenly, and he waved his wand to block the oncoming disarming spell.

This guy's spell casting speed is really as fast as described in the information, and it's not that the other party doesn't know black magic, but he just doesn't want to use it.

After blocking the opponent's six consecutive attacks in a row, squinting and waving the wand, ready to knock down the opponent in one go, procrastination is not good for him, there will always be loopholes in the defense.

"Don't die."

A large amount of black flames spewed out from the tip of the wand, turning into a fire bird with terrifying power and rushing towards Albert.

"Devil's Fire!"

At this moment, the audience in the stadium exclaimed one after another, and everyone was taken aback. Anyone with a little knowledge would know how dangerous this spell is, and even the Aurors guarding the audience felt bad , They all clenched their magic wands tightly, if the devil's flame got out of control, they would immediately cast a spell to extinguish the devil's flame.

"My God!"

"careful!"

"Admit defeat!"

When the audience on the stage thought that Albert was about to be engulfed by the terrifying devil flames, they saw Albert calmly waved his wand, like a knight swinging a long sword, split the fire bird in half , The rolling devil flames suddenly soared up, gathered into a group in the sky, and then turned into a griffin and rushed towards the black wizard in the opposite direction.

This scene stunned everyone present.

No one thought that the young wizard in the audience could control the violent devil flame in the blink of an eye, and quickly countered the enemy.

"My God! How did he do it, isn't that the devil flame?"

Just now, Tonks thought that Albert would be engulfed by the devil's flame, but the next moment, the other party actually shattered the devil's flame and gained control.

"No, Anderson is obviously very good at using the devil's flame." Kingsley looked at the griffin pounced towards the dark wizard, and said in a low voice, "I heard that he was in the maze of the Triwizard Tournament. Burn a snail to death with the Fiercefire Curse."

Looking at the griffin rushing towards him with squinted eyes, he suddenly felt bad, not because of the devil flame flying towards him, but because of the other party's attainments in black magic.

After successfully eliminating the devil's flame, Mimiyan decisively raised her hands and surrendered.

No black magic?
Do not make jokes!
This guy probably thinks there is no need to use black magic!
If he annoyed the other party, he might accidentally die here.

Squinting's quick surrender made the audience very uncomfortable. They thought there would be a thrilling duel, but they surrendered neatly in the end. Some angry audience even threw bottles down.

"Congratulations, you have won." The wizard said with a smile, "This is my business card, maybe you have some inconvenient things to do, or some illegal items that you need, I can provide you Help, I'll give you a [-]% discount when the time comes."

"Well, maybe that day won't be too far away." Albert raised his hand and pointed at the business card, which disappeared by itself.

"You are really vigilant." Squinting his eyes without getting angry, he said with a smile, "However, please be vigilant, I believe we can cooperate happily. By the way, I bet on you to win the championship, work hard."

The expression on Albert's face twitched slightly, he looked at Mimi's eyes who were leaving, turned around and returned to the player area, and the next final game will determine the final four.

However, there was no last match, because Albert's opponent had lost both sides in the [-]-to-[-] round, and was unable to continue the game, so Albert directly advanced bye.

In duel contests, this situation is not uncommon.

Albert is undoubtedly a dark horse!
The newspapers reported it even more.

However, a certain gambling bureau held a meeting overnight to discuss the possibility of Anderson winning the prize.

No way, there are a lot of bets betting at the beginning of the game that Albert Anderson will win the final championship.

If this really makes the dark horse the final champion, I don't know how much money it will cost.

Moreover, this scene seems, seems to have been similar.

"What should we do now?"

"Don't ask me, anyway, I don't want any bets related to this guy in the future." The man thought for a while and said, "You collect the data of that guy, and then send it to the other three, and tell them that as long as they can If you brush off the dark horse, you can get a sum of money, remember, go in your own name."

"Is this possible?" Someone asked anxiously.

"If you can't do it, you have to do it. Some things can't be done. Don't expect you to do it. Others will not know. The duel competition must be relatively fair, at least on the surface. This is why those events are held in Spain. If you mess up things , there will be a large group of people trying to kill you." The man warned.

On the other hand, after learning that Albert had entered the top four, Lucius Malfoy was trembling with excitement.He hurried back to England with the newspaper and told the Dark Lord the "good news".

Lucius Malfoy lowered his head lower after feeling Voldemort's increasingly icy gaze, however, this did not allow him to escape the Dark Lord's punishment.

No way, Voldemort was very upset. He didn't have many Death Eaters under his command, but he suddenly lost several. It's no wonder he was in a good mood. As for the dead Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort never cared about him. Birth and death, death is death.

"Lucius, you really let me down." Voldemort's tone was extremely indifferent.

"Master, that's really not my problem." Malfoy said anxiously, "Our plan was easily seen through, members of the Order of the Phoenix caught us off guard, that Mudblood seemed to know something through a prophecy, and he even I knew someone was going to assassinate him."

"Don't justify your own incompetence." Voldemort looked even angrier, and gave Malfoy another Cruciatus Curse.

"Master, Severus is right. That Muggle is indeed a big trouble. We'd better kill him as soon as possible before he grows up." Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth and held back the Cruciatus Curse The pain he caused was trying to divert the Dark Lord's attention to the Mudblood.

"That Mudblood...I'll kill him with my own hands."

Voldemort stared at Malfoy who was still lying on the ground, and ordered indifferently, "As for the group of captured guys, find a way to get them out. If you fail again, you should know what the consequences will be."

"I will," said Malfoy tremblingly, knowing that the Dark Lord's patience with him was reaching its limit.

However, they were not the only ones in a bad mood, and the mood of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was not much better.As soon as he fell asleep, he was woken up by an urgent message from the Ministry of Magic. However, what angered Fudge the most was that the Spanish Ministry of Magic claimed to have captured a group of "Death Eaters" and was going to hand them over to the UK in exchange for a bounty remuneration.

The news of the capture of the Death Eaters was certainly welcome, but the identities of those people made Fudge unhappy.

"No, they can't be Death Eaters."

Fudge had already made his decision, and he knew very well that if these people were defined as Death Eaters, they would definitely cause big trouble.

(End of this chapter)