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Then he led the basilisk into the depths.

tread!tread!tread!

what!

Is there someone coming again?

Hearing the footsteps coming from the corridor and the familiar breath of life, the Slytherin portrait quietly woke up.

"Lockhart, we meet again."

Slytherin's voice was still low, even mixed with a hint of coldness like a venomous snake.

"What's the matter this time?"

"Mr. Slytherin, I came here this time to share some good news with you." Lockhart said gently, "I have mastered a kind of resurrection magic."

“It can help ghosts like you to regain their lives.”

"You can possess flesh, taste food, and even think and create new magic."

"Oh?" Slytherin's tone was full of disbelief, and he said perfunctorily: "If that's the case, then Lockhart you are indeed amazing."

Lockhart naturally knew of Slytherin's disbelief.

After all, ghosts have remained the same for thousands and thousands of years.

If I suddenly speak, who will believe me?

then....

Lockhart waved his wand, and a silver-white ball of information light slowly flew towards the portrait of Slytherin.

The Slytherin flower scent had no aversion to it and it simply swallowed it up.

Then immediately afterwards...

A series of information emerged in my mind.

An introduction to 5 different secret methods of soul reforging, plus a record of the entire process of Voldemort's resurrection.

"Lockhart, what do you want?" the Slytherin portrait said calmly, but Lockhart seemed to be able to clearly sense the excitement behind him.

So he smiled and said word by word: "What I want is actually not much."

"I will resurrect you and you will work for me for at least 50 years."

"During this period, I guarantee that you will receive resources that match your status, or even more."

"Moreover, I can give you a longer life and allow you to come into contact with deeper and more powerful mages."

"Even... the gods!"

Chapter 421: Death Eaters Gather for the Glory of Purebloods

Late at night, Malfoy Manor.

Lucius sat in his study, staring at the business documents in his hands with a slightly dull look.

Because of offending Lockhart, a number of pure-blood families suffered heavy losses.

And he was the leader in the group targeting Lockhart.

The losses are even greater.

Compensation for resources is one thing, but the more troublesome thing is the death of the family's combat wizard.

After a person dies, it is not only necessary to think about cultivating.It takes more time to consume a lot of resources, and even trustworthy candidates are a problem. .

For a while, the whole family fell into a weak state.

But one good thing is that Lockhart did not kill them all and left some room.

The family's supporting industry is still in hand.

Moreover, it seemed that in order to control them, he also used meditation as a temptation and even used it to form an alliance.

It has to be said that although Lockhart's move was simple, it hit their weak spot.

Hey, who wants to die when they can live?

For things like this, you can only accept the consequences.

If you can recover some of the losses, do so.

after all....

They really can't beat them!

And Dumbledore refused to take action.

Who can stop Lockhart?

When he thought of this, Lucius couldn't help but feel sad.

suddenly.....

hum!

A sharp pain came from his right arm, which made Lucius stunned for a moment, but then his face changed.

He quickly lifted his sleeve and saw the Death Eater mark on his arm slowly moving.

Seeing this, his face turned pale and he even felt like crying but had no tears.

Oh my God, who did he owe in his previous life?

Why did the Dark Lord appear again?

Isn't he dead?

His previous betrayal, coupled with the fact that he even lost the magical items entrusted to him by the Dark Lord.

This series of actions made him terrified.

Even want to refuse.

However, the tingling in my arm became more and more obvious, even sharper.

Faintly, Lucius felt a faint breath of death.

With this in mind, he waved his wand without hesitation.

Disapparate!

With a flash of black light, they followed the guidance of the Death Eater's mark and arrived at a remote valley.

........

The Debra Valley, located in England, is a rarely visited desolate valley.

At this moment, it is dark.

The valley is overgrown with weeds and filled with fog, making it look desolate and even mysterious.

call!

Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, green flames rose up, and a large amount of weeds were almost instantly reduced to ashes, leaving a clearing.

Immediately afterwards, the terrain changed, and the originally uneven ground suddenly became flat.

At the same time, several huge stone pillars appeared at the edge of the ground.

A huge poisonous snake is carved on the surface of the stone pillar.

The poisonous snake was coiled around the stone pillar, its fangs bared, its eyes glowing green as it stared at the center of the plain.

At some point, a figure wearing a dark green snake-patterned wizard robe appeared in front of this flat ground.

Then....

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Black shadows flashed continuously, and several wizards emitting a dark aura emerged.

Moreover, as time went by, more and more people appeared.

And they all knelt on one knee on the ground, staring at the figure in front of them.

"Owner!"

"Master, you are finally back."

"Master, we have been waiting for you all these years, and we never believed those rumors."

"......"

Excited calls rang out from the valley, as if showing their inner excitement.

However, the status of the dark wizards at the back has different effects than those at the front.

They lowered their heads tightly and their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were in fear or terror.

And Lucius Malfoy was among them.

As Phantom and his group came, the number of people was decreasing.

The figure that everyone was watching slowly began to turn around, and what came into view was a familiar face.

A young boy with emerald green eyes like a snake, a handsome and somewhat evil face, a dark and even crazy temperament...

This is the second generation Dark Lord Voldemort!

"There are quite a few familiar faces here this time." Voldemort's cold voice sounded.

"But, what do I feel...it seems that some people don't welcome my arrival."

tread!tread!tread!

Everyone heard Voldemort's footsteps.

Some eyes were filled with fanaticism, staring at the arriving master.

Some lowered their heads again, fearing that Voldemort would notice them.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"what....."

As Voldemort casually cast an emerald green Cruciatus Curse, Lucius began to wail in pain.

Looking at Lucius rolling back and forth on the ground, making screams of pain.

A cold, slightly hideous smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

How could he not know this after regaining all his memories? He originally handed the Horcrux notebook to Lucius and asked him to keep it well.

result...

Ran into Lockhart's hands.

This resulted in a series of tragic experiences for him.

Until now, they are still bound.

If I don't avenge this, I will never be able to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Of course, shocking these purebloods who haven't been seen for a long time is also a consideration.

"Master, let me go, let me go."

"I didn't betray you."

"......"

Tom Riddle quietly watched Lucius wailing and begging for mercy.

After a moment, he waved his wand and canceled the Cruciatus Curse.

Lucius, who had recovered, was still trembling all over, as if he had not yet recovered from his shock. His body was covered in mud, making him look quite disheveled.

"Everyone, I will not pursue the past anymore."

A cold voice came from Voldemort's mouth, and those pure-blood wizards who were frightened in their hearts breathed a sigh of relief.