Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Another burst of red light flashed, and when he woke up again, he was already in a dark cell;

His body was shackled to the corner, and even his wand was confiscated. For the wizard, it was tantamount to falling into a complete desperate situation.

He tried shouting loudly, trying to summon the wizards like the guards to explain his identity, but it had no effect at all, and no guards came to answer at all.

This dark prison was larger than he imagined. Very faint grunts and yells could be heard from all directions. There were obviously other prisoners, but the specific locations of these prisoners were not sure.

"Narcissa and Draco must be very worried about me now..." Lucius tightened his shoulders, showing an unconcealable decline.

Looking at the dim cell, he felt uneasy and terrified in his heart, not knowing what he was about to face.

After all this torment, his robe was also dirty, and there were burnt marks on his sleeves;

"Why is this happening..." He raised his right hand and looked at the marks on his sleeve, "When I go back... I'll probably be scolded by Narcissa. It's not decent at all..."

He seemed to have thought of something again, and slowly opened his left sleeve, "The Dark Lord seems to be in New York too... attending some kind of seminar... if..."

"Forget it! Forget it!" He shook his head again, trying to drive the ridiculous thoughts out of his mind, "If this is the prison of the Magic Congress..."

"I guess the Dark Lord won't be able to get in...even if he does get in...it will be very difficult to get out...unless everyone from the Magic Congress is given away..."

…

A ball of light appeared in mid-air, and the dazzling light caught Lucius off guard, leaving only a vast expanse of white in front of him.

When the light disappeared and he could see his surroundings clearly again, Weizet's figure appeared in front of him.

At the same time, a burning sensation came from his left arm, and the skin seemed to be burned by a fierce fire, burning out the dark pattern of the Dark Mark.

"Dark...Dark Lord!" Lucius was so frightened that he tried his best to kneel forward, but unexpectedly he was restrained by shackles and could not take another step forward.

"To make a long story short." Weizet raised his wand and pressed it gently against the parchment, turning the parchment into a beetle. The beetle flapped its wings twice and quickly flew out of the cell quietly.

"I probably know what happened to you. Appaloosa had an accident, right? Then let's think about what happened last night until now, and I'll see the rest myself."

"That's right... ok..." Lucius opened his mouth, and quickly followed Weizet's instructions, trying to remember things related to it.

Weizet pulled out his wand and put the tip of the wand against Lucius's temple. He planned to use the name "Appaloosa" as a "fulcrum" to cast the memory extraction spell.

Lucius was filled with fear, and his body subconsciously shrank into the corner, but he did not dare to move his head for fear of any accident;

His eyes were unblinking, and he felt an unspeakable sense of oppression as he looked at Weizet, who was now silent.

Those memories buried in his heart came out unconsciously, and he seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago, watching the scene of Voldemort interrogating wizards and stripping away memories.

"Concentrate!" Weizet frowned slightly, "I only need the memories from last night to now!"

"Okay! Okay!" Lucius trembled, not daring to continue thinking and trying his best to recall what happened last night.

…

"Move your soul to remember!"

Weizet recited a spell, slowly raised his wand, and pulled out a silver memory thread.

He stuffed the memory thread into his temple, and with the help of ancient magical power, he quickly browsed the related content.

A dark and rundown alley...

Lucius entered the wall, and a beautifully decorated room appeared in front of him...

A gloomy-looking Appaloosa appeared, and the two began to have dinner and chat about business-related matters...

As soon as a maid placed the meal on the table, she raised her wand. Then Lucius was submerged in red light, and the scene suddenly fell into darkness...

The scene lit up again, and it was already daytime. A big hole was made in the wall, and several homeless people looked over...

Lucius couldn't care about this. His attention was all on Appaloosa. Appaloosa's face was bloodless and seemed to be dead...

He stretched out his hand to detect his breath, and when his sleeve touched the corner of Appaloosa's mouth, a little bit of black smoke came out, as if it had been corroded by something...

With several "pop" sounds, the strikers of the Magical Law Enforcement Reconnaissance Team appeared, Lucius was knocked unconscious by the stun spell again, and the scene completely disappeared...

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Extracting the memory thread, and then reading and feeling through the pensieve is a normal operation and can avoid accidents as much as possible;

The method adopted by Weizet is obviously much more risky. Accepting memory so simply and directly can easily be subject to the subjective influence of memory.

In Lucius's impression, Voldemort would read memories in this way;

Once a satisfactory answer is obtained, Voldemort will raise his wand, point it at the wizard whose memory has been extracted, smile and recite the incantation of the Death Curse;

If he does not get a satisfactory answer, Voldemort will also raise his wand, first torture him with the Cruciatus Curse, and then recite the Death Curse...

Thinking of this, Lucius became even more uneasy at the moment. He tried his best to open his eyes wide and stared at the slightly frowning Vizette.

Lucius prayed in his heart, hoping that the memory would not let Vizette down. He did not want to be tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

…

"It doesn't seem to be poisoning..." Weizet's brows relaxed, "For wizards, the only way to stably cause death is the Death Curse..."

"Killing Curse?" Lucius shrank back harder, feeling that what Weizet said at this moment was too terrifying.

Vizette simply explained subconsciously: "That's right! Wizards don't die that easily. If you want to ensure that the wizard is killed, you have to use the Death Curse..."

"As for the so-called poison, if it does not have a fatal effect on the soul, it can still be saved. At most, the process will be a little tortuous, and it depends on the specific type of poison."

"Well..." Lucius was sweating profusely and could only respond dryly.

He recalled the gatherings of Death Eaters in the past. Voldemort would always talk to them about death like this, how to cast the Death Curse, and explain how powerful he was, and that he was not afraid of the Death Curse...

Looking at Weizet, who was analyzing the details with a serious face, Lucius felt that this was an expression of indifference to life...

Chapter 82 Third party forces?

"Your sleeve..." Weizet looked at Lucius's right hand, "I need to check the sleeve, Ma... raise your hand now."

"Okay! Okay!" Lucius responded hurriedly, quickly retracting his head and extending his right hand.

"The traces of burning...we still need to extract the specific ingredients..." Weizet raised his wand and put it against the cuff of Lucius's right hand.

Lucius rubbed his eyes with his left hand. He saw Weizet retract his wand, and something seemed to be pulled out from the tip of the wand...

Just when he was curious, Weizet had already given the answer, "Living Hell Decoction... it is indeed this thing..."

This is a powerful sleeping pill that can make the drinker completely sleepy. Even the physiological characteristics of breathing will temporarily stop, making it look like death.

After falling asleep, if the effect is not relieved by taking the invigorating potion, those who take the Living Hell Decoction for too long will usher in real death;

Living Hell Decoction is mainly aimed at humans, and when in contact with other substances, it often produces a strong corrosive effect;

For example, in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", both the Judgment Chair and the wand can be corroded by the Living Hell Decoction.

Vizette took out a piece of parchment, turned it into a glass bottle, and put the drop of Living Hell Decoction inside.

"Living Hell Decoction?" Lucius swallowed, as if he understood something, "Is that Appaloosa not dead? Are they trying to frame me?"

…

"There should be a third party." Weizet continued to investigate and found that there was indeed only the remnant of the Living Hell Decoction on Lucius.

"It's not so much to frame you, but to follow the trend... It's mainly to get rid of the third party forces, or put it this way... to cause trouble to the third party forces... so I kept you at the scene."

"Merlin's beard!" Lucius sighed in great depression, "Maybe I shouldn't have listened to that prophet. I thought I could avoid disaster by coming here, but I didn't expect to be so unlucky!"

"Prophet?" Weizet frowned slightly, "Did you hear the accurate prophecy? What was the content?"

Lucius quickly replied: "I met a prophet in the Leaky Cauldron. She is the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney. I know her name! A prophet who truly has the 'Third Eye'!"

"Trelawney..." The imagination of a professor who was always drunk and particularly unreliable emerged in Weizet's mind, "That prophet is called Sybill Trelawney?"

"Yes!" Lucius nodded repeatedly, "She hasn't appeared for a long time. I happened to meet her at the Leaky Cauldron recently, so I asked her to perform divination for me."

"She made me drink a cup of tea, and then I saw an open umbrella...an upside-down horseshoe...these were symbols of bad luck and even threatened my family..."

"A lot of things have happened recently...Those pure-blood families were deceived by impostors. Instead, they attributed the responsibility to me and stopped communicating with me..."

"I simply took my family out and tried to come here to find a new supplier, so I contacted Appaloosa, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing!"

Weizet raised his eyebrows, "As far as I know, the Appaloosa family... seems to only sell a kind of alchemy pet. It seems that they also have a black market business?"

Lucius immediately replied: "Looking at the whole of North America, it should be regarded as the third largest supplier of magical animals, whether it is the rune snake eggs I need..."

"Or fire dragon eggs, Acromantula eggs, Chimera eggs...even unicorn cubs, you can buy them from the Appaloosa family...This place is too big, and it's not even managed by England. strict."

Weizet continued to ask: "Do you know the specific location of the black market?"

"I originally didn't plan to go through the black market..." Lucius shook his head, "If we can directly cooperate with the Appaloosa family, we will avoid the black market's commission and it will be much cheaper."

"That means you've only met Appaloosa once so far, right?"

"Yes! Because we have just arrived here and haven't had time to go to so many places."

…

At this moment, the beetle flew back and landed on Weizet's hand.

His expression changed, and he chanted a curse to Lucius: "Forget everything!"

When Lucius's eyes were confused, Weizet had already stood up and pointed the wand at himself, "Hidden! Across the water and breath! Peep at night!"

Vizet's figure completely disappeared, and there were hurried footsteps outside the cell.

A wizard dressed as a staff member of the Magic Congress approached, and before Lucius could say anything, the wizard had already raised his wand, "Fainted!"