Hogwarts snake wizard

Approaching the start of school, unlike the laughter of other families, the originally "lively" Malfoy Manor was now filled with a serious atmosphere.

Voldemort's return has become a well-known thing, and all wizarding families understand that only Hogwarts is the safest.

They understand that they do not have the ability to shelter their children, and can only hope for the greatest wizard of this century, Dumbledore.

"I don't understand, why are you doing that?"

Lucius's eyes were red at the moment, and his gaze was full of anger as he looked at Draco.

The black magic mark on his precious son's arm was so conspicuous.

Even Narcissa, who had spoiled her son in the past, did not stand on Draco's side, her expression full of doubt.

"Dumbledore's death is inevitable, whether I am involved in this plan or not, he will die."

Draco replied nonchalantly, trimming the buttons on the cuffs, the pitch-black buttons seemed to have some magical charm, attracting his attention.

"Stupid!"

"Dumbledore, as a person who has faced two Dark Lords, how can it be so simple."

"Just you? Or Samael Gaunt?

Lucius was a little hysterical, this was the only one in their Malfoy family.

He didn't know why his son would willingly bet all his bets on that Gaunt.

He knew Samael's potential, but after all, he hadn't grown up completely, everything in the future was variable, but the Malfoys lacked the most time, and they couldn't afford to wait.

"Naive!"

Hearing Samael's name, Draco looked directly at his father and spoke to him in an almost indifferent voice.

"What?"

Lucius almost thought that he had misheard, that his son, who had always admired him, would actually speak to him in such a tone.

"Dear father, you are really naïve."

"Whether or not I accept the Dark Lord's mission, it is an indisputable fact that you lost his Horcruxes."

"I accepted this task not only to prove the Malfoys' abilities, but also to fight for the Malfoys' place among the Death Eaters."

"If your perception is sharp enough, you should find that even a dirty race like werewolves has already pointed fingers at you."

Draco unceremoniously exposed the Malfoys' dilemma.

Even with Samael's help, they are much better, but Samael is not often here, so there is always something that does not know whether to live or die to provoke them.

Looking at his father, who opened his mouth to refute, Draco shook his head and spoke again helplessly.

"I know your intentions, admittedly I will not accept the mission, and the Dark Lord will not dispose of us, but have you thought about what will happen to the Malfoys in the future?"

"I, Draco Malfoy, will not allow the decline of the family."

"Father, you have no choice."

Draco's gaze was calm, but anyone could feel the flames under his eyes.

Lucius opened his mouth, and when he wanted to say something more, he couldn't say anything to the fiery eyes.

Yes, when did he, the Malfoy patriarch, lose the pride of his family?

Was it from when the Dark Lord returned?

Or... Never picked up.

All these years of hypocrisy and evil, left and right made him forget the glory of the Malfoy family.

Looking at Lucius and Narcissa, who were lost in thought, Draco felt helpless for the first time.

If he had the power of Samael, who would underestimate Malfoy.

Werewolf?

It is not worth lifting shoes for them.

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"Hey!"

"The great Malfoy lord is saying something undesirable, and he also used a whisper spell."

"Are you preparing to plot against the Great Dark Lord? Then I really have to talk to Lord Greyback.

While the family was pondering, two tall figures with great lengths directly broke in.

Lucius's originally calm expression suddenly became gloomy, but he never dared to say anything more.

Seeing this, the two werewolves got even more carried away, picked up the decorations in the room, and examined them carefully, as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

"Alas, what Malfoy family, not the same as us, the Dark Lord's most loyal dog, if I want to say..."

Just as a thin werewolf was about to say something more, a strange line of blood appeared on his neck.

Blood spurted wildly down the wound, almost staining his companion red.

The werewolf's eyes widened and he tried to resist, only to find that he could actually look directly into his back.

The infinite fear combined with the loss of life force made him weaker and weaker until his consciousness completely dissipated.

"Can even Fenrir Greyback be called an adult?"

"Tell Fenrir, let the werewolves walk carefully, destroy a little flowers and plants, and I will directly slaughter him."

Draco's voice came out calmly, elegantly wiping the blood stains on the back of his hand.

The blood-red silk thread slowly withdrew into his body.

This scene shocked everyone present.

The werewolf couldn't believe that a small wizard could kill his compatriots so easily.

The Lucius couple could not believe that his sunny and cheerful son had raised his hand to end the life of his enemy.

From his son, he saw the figure of the boy he had never seen through.

The blood-stained carpet, the elegant blond boy, and the strangely shaped corpse make this scene look bloody and harmonious.

The sluggish werewolf came back to his senses and fled madly, desperate to use both hands and feet.

Lucius handled the remnants of the corpse with great experience, and he could see that his son had really grown up.

In a moment, the Malfoy Manor resounded with a succession of wolf howls, today's Dark Lord had something to do, the werewolves boasted of their power, and an unwelcome Malfoy was not taken seriously by them.

The dark wizards also rushed to see the liveliness one by one.

Lucius wanted to go out and solve it, but was stopped by his precious son.

When Draco returned again, there was a gentle smile on his lips, and there were no wounds except for his somewhat tattered clothes.

It's just that the strong smell of blood, as well as the wailing of his soul, made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking sideways out the door, I saw Fenrir holding his severed arm in one hand, gasping for breath and staring at him.

On the ground, there are sparse stump and severed arms, several of which have been born under the heart.

The heart twitches from time to time on the ground.

This cruel scene shocked the two, and at the same time they also saw the onlookers looking at him with jealous eyes.

One of the patriarchs of a pure-blood family looked at him with envy.

The fiery eyes made Lucius and his wife feel a little uncomfortable.

They knew that Draco studied the Dark Arts, but they could not have imagined such results.

Who in a pure-blood family doesn't know a little bit of black magic.

In fact, Draco was amazed even by Samael's learning of the Dark Arts.

It's not so much black magic as the art of flesh and soul.

Cruel and elegant.

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