Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 473 Fudge!Just fool!
"I heard that you are going to assassinate Dumbledore?"

As soon as Mike said this, the muscles in the corners of Draco's eyes began to tremble desperately, and he stammered:
"No! No! I won't... dare not! I won't assassinate Dumbledore, I swear! I won't..."

"Shh!"

Mike made a silent gesture, seeing Draco hastily covered his mouth tightly, with a look of horror on his face.

Mike nodded in satisfaction, and continued:

"No, you have to assassinate Dumbledore, understand?"

"Okay, ok... um? What did you say?"

"I said you had to assassinate Dumbledore, got it?"

"I know... I know, but... why?"

Mike stood up straight, lowered his head and looked down at Draco with a sneer, gritted his teeth and said:
"Because I want Dumbledore to die!"

Draco's mouth was wide open, and his face was full of disbelief. At this moment, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

And Mike continued to say angrily:

"You don't know what that old guy did! Why do you think I haven't found that assassin yet? It's because that old man Dumbledore sheltered him! No! They are all together!"

"This...isn't that possible?"

"It's impossible! That old guy Dumbledore looks kind and amiable on the surface, but he is actually a villain who is jealous of talents! Why do you think Voldemort became the Dark Lord? You must know that he applied to be the Hogwarts black lord at the beginning." He was a professor of defense against magic, and he really wanted to teach young wizards defense against the dark arts!
But Dumbledore was jealous of his talent, not only refused his request, but even used his power to suppress him, which drove Voldemort to a dead end!It can be said that the so-called Dark Lord was completely forced out by Dumbledore!

And now, Dumbledore is targeting me again!He was worried that I would become a more terrifying wizard than the Dark Lord in the future!So want me to nip it in the bud! "

Mike yelled crazily, his roar echoed in the empty prison, and Draco's eardrums hurt from the shock.

Draco couldn't care less about the pain in his ears. Compared with the eardrums, his heart was vibrating more violently at this moment.

What Mike said was really amazing. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, which made him very confused.

Mike didn't give him too much time to think. After taking a breath, Mike squatted down again, stared at Draco with his bloodshot eyes and said:
"Make a decision quickly, either sign an unbreakable oath for me to continue to assassinate Dumbledore, or die here."

Draco fell backwards violently, he looked at Mike in horror, and muttered quickly in his mouth:

"But... But, I still don't understand. If Dumbledore is dead, who will deal with the Dark Lord? It doesn't make sense!"

Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other, and then they burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! That's the funniest joke I've heard this month."

"Yes, Draco, you are really talented, you managed to make me laugh."

Looking at the two people who couldn't stop laughing, Draco looked dazed, he couldn't figure out what was so funny about it.

After laughing for a while, the two people outside the door finally calmed down. Mike let out a sigh of relief and said to Draco:
"Do you think we're really afraid of Voldemort?"

"Difficult...isn't it?"

"You're still too naive." Mike shook his head and said, "Compared to the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, is nothing short of a joke, and he can only make trouble within the border It's a mess, the Ministry of Magic of other gjs didn't take him seriously at all. Believe it or not, as long as Voldemort dares to stretch his claws to other gjs, then the Ministry of Magic of the whole of Europe and even the world will unite. Hehe! On that scale Voldemort and the Death Eaters are nothing more than a bunch of bugs in front of the power of God!
To tell you the truth, I have already united a large group of pure-blood nobles and started to transfer all their wealth to the United States. Anti-blood discrimination there is zz correct!

But at the same time, they also respect the pure-blooded nobles, especially the pure-blooded nobles from the country. The upper-level wizards of the United States have a natural sense of inferiority in front of them.This is easy to understand. The United States was originally a gj formed by a group of robbers and fugitives, and they were a group of upstarts.

Why do you think Chris and the large group of pure-blood nobles suddenly disappeared?They are going to the United States to lead the charge for us!Now that everything has been prepared, as long as the situation in Yingguo is irretrievable, I and the rest of the people will immediately go to the United States and continue our lives there! "

Mike stood up while talking, his hands were raised high, his eyes were shining, and his expression was fanatical.

And Draco in the cell also had a look of longing, obviously, he also wanted to live such a life.

Taking a deep breath, Mike slowly withdrew the excitement on his face.

He lowered his head and looked at Draco again, and said meaningfully:

"It's hard to be with Voldemort, isn't it?"

"You... what are you talking about!" Draco's pupils shrank sharply, "How is this possible!"

"Stop lying, your expression has told me everything! And now Voldemort is crazy, he is moody, and I can imagine his attitude towards his subordinates! Just admit it, he is a very difficult master, if you don't If there is an accident, the current Malfoy family will almost be hollowed out by him and his subordinates, right? He is sucking your blood now! You expect him to give you several times the current investment after overthrowing the Ministry of Magic Payback? Stop dreaming! He'll just kill you all!"

"No! He won't do that! No...ah! It hurts!"

Draco was talking to himself in a trance, but in the middle of the speech, he suddenly covered his right forearm with a painful expression, screaming and rolling on the ground.

The corners of Mike's mouth rose even more, and he knew exactly what happened.

The Black Devil's Mark and the tattoo are not simply used to show one's identity. It is a profound magic researched by Voldemort based on many esoteric knowledge such as the charm of signs, the spell of names, and the spell of language.

This makes it almost impossible to imitate, and has the function of positioning and ensuring the loyalty of subordinates.

And the current situation of Draco is to trigger this so-called function of ensuring loyalty. This function is very interesting. As long as a person who is painted with the Dark Mark wants to betray Voldemort, he will be burned by the Dark Mark. To avoid this situation, apart from maintaining eternal loyalty, the only way to use Occlumency to deceive the Dark Mark is.

It's just that the conditions for the application of the latter are very strict. Even Snape, the recognized master of Occlumency, gets burned from time to time, let alone Draco.

He must have been persuaded by Mike's alliance plan just now, otherwise he wouldn't have been burned!

"Tsk tsk tsk! You really look like a dog now, Malfoy." Zhou Hong sneered, "Is this the reward for your surrender to Voldemort? It's really funny!"

Draco glared at Zhou Hong. He was afraid of Mike but looked down on Zhou Hong. Normally, he would yell at him, but now he is too painful to care about other things.

Draco's miserable cry lasted for nearly half an hour before it stopped. This was not because Draco had given up on the idea of ​​betrayal in his heart, but because the magic power in the Dark Mark had been exhausted, and it would slow down from now on. It absorbs Draco's own magic power to replenish himself, and it will be triggered again if Draco still has the intention of betrayal after the charge is complete.

Draco was lying on the floor like a puddle of mud, panting heavily, his clothes soaked in sweat.

Mike outside the cell nodded slightly. Draco didn't say anything too embarrassing just now, and he still has a bit of backbone, which Mike is quite satisfied with.

He twisted his neck, and smiled slowly when he heard the click sound from his joints.

"Draco Malfoy, you see, this is the end of joining Voldemort. That third-rate Dark Lord is completely insane. He will only lead you people into destruction."

Draco didn't speak, the torture just now had exhausted all his physical strength, and he needed to rest now.

And Mike continued:
"I could have smiled and watched you gradually go to perish, but now, I am willing to give you a chance, a chance to continue the Malfoy family!"

As soon as this remark came out, Draco, who was paralyzed on the ground like a dead dog, changed his eyes. He struggled to raise his head, and stared at Mike with his bloodshot eyes. It was only then that Mike realized that Draco Blood was slowly flowing from the corner of Laco's mouth. He should have accidentally bit off his tongue when he was tortured just now.

This situation is very common, so when Mike tortures or interrogates someone, he usually puts a hard wooden stick in that person's mouth to prevent the other person from biting his tongue in two.

Draco's bleeding was not much, so Mike didn't care too much, he slowly bent down, looked into Draco's eyes and said:

"Go and kill Dumbledore, and then, I will give you a retreat, a retreat that can follow us to the country of America."

Draco's pupils dilated suddenly, and after a while, his breathing gradually calmed down.

He stared at Mike, and finally grinned and said:
"Wo Pu Xin, you have such pride."

His two rows of white teeth had long been stained red with blood, and his voice was muffled by the injury of his tongue, but Mike felt his determination.

This determination made Mike lose the smile on his face, he stood up straight blankly, looked down at Draco with eyes like looking at a bug and said:
"Not too stupid. But, cooperate or die, you don't have a third option. So, your choice?"

Hearing this, Draco laughed, very arrogantly, as if he knew his mouth was bad now, so he intentionally disgusted Mike and Zhou Hong, grinning desperately to reveal the two rows of bloody, neat teeth.

But he couldn't laugh soon, because Zhou Hong had already pulled out his wand, and Draco believed that if he dared to laugh any longer, the other party would mercilessly cast a killing curse on him. It can be seen from the ferocious expression.

As for whether Zhou Hong could kill him, Draco never doubted it at all. Zhou Hong is a well-known new-generation genius in Gryffindor College. Such a character is so close to Mike. The three unforgivable The curse will definitely come true.

Ever since, Draco immediately shut his mouth and put his hands in front of his face and said eagerly:
"Don't! Don't! Don't! I'll cooperate! I'll do what you tell me to do! Make him put his wand down!"

Both Mike and Zhou Hong laughed, Mike squatted down again, and stretched out his hand to Draco, while Zhou Hong continued to point his wand at Draco.

"Then, let's sign the contract."

Hearing Mike's words, Draco's eyes flashed with a struggle, but he reacted quickly, crawled to the fence, and held Mike's outstretched hand.

As Mike slowly read out the specific content of the oath, Draco's complexion became worse and worse. The content of Mike's contract was really too much.

It not only required Draco to keep secret what happened in the past few days and everything that followed, but also required Draco to obey all Mike's orders for a whole year.

This is simply a bond of sale!

But Draco gritted his teeth and finally repeated what Mike said.

Isn't it just a year?He can handle it.

And after the two finished their oaths respectively, Zhou Hong who was at the side also put his magic wand on the two hands that were clasped together.

Golden threads of light flowed out from the tip of the staff, slowly entwined towards the torsos of the two along their hands like vines, and finally disappeared into their bodies.

"Oath."

Draco let go of his hand slowly, and leaned against the iron railing with blank eyes - he had just sold his soul.

"Okay, don't make that fucked-up look. Now we're going to talk about how to kill Dumbledore."

Draco slowly raised his eyes and looked at Mike who was speaking.

But I saw that Mike was using his wand to continuously cast a cleaning spell on his right hand that he had just shaken with him, and the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.

Draco's eyes twitched, but he was not angry, but rather ashamed.

After all, he is also a well-educated person with a slight cleanliness obsession. Even if he and Mike switch, he will do the same, after all, he is too dirty now.

"Well, you can do whatever you say, anyway, I don't have a clue now."

Mike glanced at Draco, he felt that the other party seemed to have completely become a salted fish now.

But he was not interested in talking nonsense with Draco anymore, and said directly:

"There's a disappearing cabinet in the Borginburger's on Knockturn Alley, you go get him back during the Christmas break."

As soon as this remark came out, Draco's eyes lit up. He looked at Mike with piercing eyes, and asked in disbelief:

"Isn't it? Could it be that you have..."

"That's right," Mike smiled, "that's what you think."

(End of this chapter)