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Chapter 308 Three pillars
"Tell me everything you have done and plan to do." 'Draco' said sadly, "Don't try to play tricks, your Occlumency can't stop me."

Lucius's thoughts were racing, but he said directly without any hesitation: "Master, there is a person impersonating you recently, calling himself Tom Riddle."

He carefully observed Draco's expression, and after finding nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then his expression changed, and he said indignantly:
"I could tell at a glance that that person was not you."

"His words are stupid, his thoughts are ignorant, and his actions are even more childish."

"He rejected pure blood, supported mixed blood, and even joined Hogwarts."

"He doesn't have the same wisdom as you, my master. He is letting the entire wizarding world slide into the abyss."

'Draco' glanced at Lucius lightly, his cold face relaxed a lot, he removed the wand from Lucius's forehead and said, "No need to flatter him, say it's useful."

"Yes, Master." Lucius dared to raise his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He didn't stand up, and even knelt down straighter.

"After the impostor made those ignorant remarks, I immediately summoned the purebloods to discuss how to deal with it."

"What, are you questioning my decision?" 'Draco' narrowed his eyes, hiding his vertical pupils as if they appeared in Lucius's heart, "Is this difficult to do?"

Voldemort felt like he was back to his 'entrepreneurial' days. If he exposed Lucius's tricks again, he might never be able to get rid of Tom Riddle.

"Didn't you already reach an agreement with Dumbledore?"

"Okay, don't tell anyone about my return." 'Draco' stared at Lucius with his raised pupils, "I hate leakers, and you know how I will deal with them, right?"

"Lucius." 'Draco' interrupted his 'loyal' servant and said with a smile: "I understand what you mean."

The cold sweat that Lucius had just wiped off broke out again.

After that, Lucius talked about how he racked his brains to get the purebloods to listen to his persuasion and re-solidify the mysterious man's thoughts.

'Draco' nodded and suddenly said casually: "Then, I need you to form an alliance with Dumbledore in the name of a pure-blood leader."

In fact, the real sacrifice is far less than what the Lestrange and other families paid.

"Find me a good pure-blood body as soon as possible. Your son's soul is still sleeping. I'm just staying here temporarily."

His strength has not yet reached its peak.

The reason why he doesn't expose it now is completely different from before.

"Don't worry, Master." Lucius promised swornly: "Even if someone uses the Imperius Curse on me, they will never get any news about you from me."

He swallowed and asked cautiously: "Master?"

In the past, he didn't expose it because he was very confident in his own strength and the power of the Death Eaters.

The mixed-bloods are even less likely to surrender to him, and the pure-bloods will definitely not be loyal to him like Lucius said.

People in Azkaban, presumably Tom Riddle has purged those who were disloyal to him.

Lucius stiffened, and then showed a grateful expression, "Thank you, Master. I am just a child, and I love him very much. Without him, I feel like I am going to die."

'Draco' listened calmly, showing no dissatisfaction.

He knew Lucius was bragging about his exploits.

Just like before, take the credit for yourself and ask for more rewards.

At this moment, Lucius only felt like a little white rabbit entangled by a giant python. He could not make any sound and could only listen to the wail of his soul in suffocation.

"Master, please listen to my explanation..."

"I don't need your explanation." 'Draco' looked down at Lucius, stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, and said solemnly: "You have two things to do now."

"First, find the right body for me."

"Second, form an alliance with Dumbledore."

'Draco''s palm gradually tightened, and Lucius's face was like a red balloon that was constantly inflating and about to explode in the next second.

"Understood...understood...master...man." "Don't let me down, Lucius." 'Draco' suddenly let go of his palms and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweaty palms.

Lucius was like a prawn jumping out of the water, his gills beating violently, and his body almost curled up into a ball.

The scythe of death had just missed him, and Lucius still felt that his life was still an illusion. He could only breathe heavily, trying to enrich the illusory life.

After a while, Lucius regained his composure. He knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"

"No, please go out."

"Yes."

Lucius quickly walked out of the study and closed the door as if he had been granted amnesty.

'Draco' looked at the closed door, sneered, and said to himself: "Riddle, Dumbledore, Quirrell, we'll see!"

"And Russell..." 'Draco' closed his eyes to hide the turbulent emotions in his pupils, "I will let you know that wizards are not toys in your hands!"

……

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore, who had just sent Lucius away, had not yet warmed up the chair under his butt when he was shocked to stand up again by Quirrell's news.

"You mean, you can feel something similar to Tom Riddle on this crown?"

Dumbledore looked at the diadem in his hand. Ravenclaw's treasure had been lost a long time ago, and he had only read about it in books.

"Yes, Dumbledore." Quirrell nodded vigorously.

He did not tell the truth, but compared to the danger of telling the truth and making Dumbledore suspicious, his self-moral condemnation was far less important than the peace of the wizarding world.

"And you suspect that Draco Malfoy is possessed by Voldemort?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore received a positive answer again and was silent for a long time.

"Professor Quirrell, according to you, I thought of a terrible curse -" Dumbledore met the eyes of Quirrell and Harry and slowly uttered one word, "Horcrux."

"This is a terrible black magic that will split the soul of the caster and gain immortality."

"Each split soul is stored in a magic weapon and becomes a Horcrux. The moment the caster dies, a certain Horcrux will come to life."

"Tom Riddle should have been resurrected by a certain Horcrux." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with confusion, "But why did another Horcrux resurrect while he was alive?"

"Is there a drawback to this kind of black magic? Will the Horcruxes compete with each other?"

Harry silently watched Dumbledore talking to himself.

The greatest white wizard in the wizarding world is becoming mentally exhausted due to successive accidents.

He is like Atlas in Greek mythology, holding the sky on his shoulders. The heavier and heavier burdens are consuming his energy and energy.

Maybe one day, Dumbledore will collapse.

In Harry's 'mind's eye', Dumbledore's soul had cracks, and it was about to be unable to contain the majestic magic power in him.

"Dumbledore, no matter what, we need to ensure Malfoy's safety." Quirrell's words made Dumbledore calm down.

Dumbledore sighed and said, "I'm afraid it's too late."

"He should be hiding, and Lucius may have been bewitched by him, and the things we just discussed went wrong again."

"What's even more troublesome is the Horcruxes made by Voldemort. I guess there are more than these two."

"Do you know where they are?" Quirrell stared at Dumbledore and said directly: "Tell me and I will destroy them!"

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)