Once in the room, Dudley was not polite at all, and found a place to sit down.

Crunch

The sturdy solid wood tables and chairs emitted a 'mournful roar' and deformed slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Normally, Lucius must have been distressed to death, but now he didn't care about the chair, staring at Dudley without blinking, for fear of missing any of Dudley's micro-expressions.

"What do you mean?"

"I guess you know better than I do."

Dudley shrugged his shoulders, changed his comfortable position, and looked at Lucius playfully, "That guy isn't dead. ”

Lucius's heart trembled, but his mouth said.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Dudley whispered the name.

Lucius's face turned pale, and he still argued, "He's dead." ”

Voldemort's death is the best ending.

This was the common idea of the 'former' Death Eaters, led by Lucius, who defected immediately after Voldemort's downfall.

Even if this is their former boss, after all, no one likes traitors.

"Do you really think so?" Dudley looked at Lucius playfully, "Don't kid yourself, Mr. Lucius."

"He called His most faithful and trustworthy believers. He found him. It won't be long before he'll be back."

"Maybe a year, maybe right away"

"Mr. Lucius, you have not been called, which means that you are no longer trusted by him."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible"

Lucius denied it, but the mark on his left arm was wrong, and he had to believe it in his heart.

It's true

At the thought of not being trusted by the man, Lucius was completely panicked and looked at Dudley in horror.

"Even if it's true, how can you possibly know this? Don't you"

Also a Death Eater?

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Dudley's sneer: "Think about it with your ass and know that this is impossible." ”

"I am mortal enemies with him, there is no doubt about it."

If Dudley had been a Death Eater, Harry wouldn't have even ashes left.

Lucius was also frightened by the sudden news, and when he calmed down and thought about it, he knew that it was impossible.

If that's not the case, it only means that the Dark Lord has someone with him by his side.

Does this mean that Potter who defeated the Dark Lord is really a powerful dark wizard? Or Dursley?

"Mr. Lucius, I'll show you something."

Ignoring Lucius's ramblings, he pulled out a bucket filled with an unknown black liquid, which emitted an unpleasant pungent odor.

"Do you know what this is?"

Dudley pointed to the barrel, and Lucius took a closer look, almost fainting from the smell.

"Looks like you don't recognize it either."

"This is the journal you put in Ginny's bucket, do you know what it is?"

Lucius frowned, isn't it just a special dark magic item?

"Do you know about Horcruxes?"

Dudley didn't tell him directly, but asked rhetorically.

Horcruxes?

Lucius shook his head, although he was a dark wizard, he didn't have a lot of knowledge.

He was more interested in money and power than in magic.

"Through evil rituals. Split part of your soul into an item. Do you know what that means? ”

"It means that as long as the Horcrux is intact, even if the body is destroyed, it cannot die. I'll be able to respawn again after a while."

Lucius's grey pupils widened as Dudley's narration grew.

It's full of horror.

He seemed to already know why the man wasn't dead.

And he

"Yes, you didn't guess wrong, Horcrux your mistake ruined his Horcrux, do you think he will forgive you?"

At this moment, Lucius's heart was cold, his face was as pale as white paper, and his legs were limp and he sat on the ground.

If it was just the matter of turning against Voldemort after the fall, Lucius was still confident that he would be safe after paying a certain price with his eloquence, but if he moved the key props of the man's resurrection.

As one of Voldemort's earliest supporters, he knew exactly what he was doing.

In fact, Lucius's reaction is very good now, and the principal of a certain school is so frightened that his pants are wet when he hears the news of the man's return.

There is no one who is not afraid of a madman, or a madman who loves to kill.

"Take a step back, even if he didn't give you an Arvada, guess what he would do to you and your family who don't trust you."

"You, your wife, and Draco will all bear his mark, and the Malfoys will never be able to turn over."

Lucius may not be a good man, not a good wizard, but at least he was a good husband and father.

"You have to help him, you have to help him!"

Lucius grabbed Dudley's trouser leg and pleaded.

"Even if you don't say I'll be Draco, but I'm a friend."

The next day, Lucius hurried out of the estate with his wife, citing that the Malfoy family had some business to attend to, and that the Malfoy estate was in Draco's sole responsibility.

"Brother D, I had a strange dream last night."

Harry woke up from his sleep and yawned out of the room, rubbing the scar on his forehead.

Dudley's heart moved and asked, "What did you dream about?" ”

Harry recalled, his expression not so pleasant: "A big python and Peter Pettigrew. and the elf with Voldemort's face. ”

"Wrinkled and without a nose, it's just ugly."

Harry looked disgusted at the thought of something disgusting, and he didn't even have a very appetite for the boiled eggs for breakfast.

Dudley nodded to his understanding, then spoke to the others at the table.

"Starting today, we're going to learn a pretty useful magical skill—"

"Occlumency."

"Everyone try to finish it during the holidays."

It was another profound magic skill, and several people were eager to try it.

The days at Malfoy Manor were quite comfortable, well fed, well lived, and fun.

That's nearly a month.

During this period, I don't know if Harry and Neville have reached the development stage, or if the food in Malfoy Manor is exceptionally good, in short, the height and weight of the two are slowly rising, although the size is still not worth mentioning compared to Dudley, but the muscles on the body have faintly begun to take shape, and there is a tendency to move closer to Dudley.

By the way, even Ron's height has skyrocketed, only Draco is still the same as before, no matter how much he eats.

Draco has repeatedly expressed his displeasure with his size.

"Obviously I came first." The cry full of grievances made everyone who heard it feel compassion.

But height is not something that can be increased if you want to.

"Brother D, help me."

Draco looked at Dudley pitifully, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law, and Hermione's eyelids jumped.

From then on, Draco drank a potion three times bitterer than Coptis every day before going to bed.

(End of chapter)