Malfoy held back a boiling panic and tried to show a sarcastic smile as a way to show his ridiculous contempt for the power of money in Amosta, but he suddenly found that he could no longer move, not only the corners of his mouth, but every part of his body.

At some point, the noisy bar was silent, the smell of all kinds of food wafting through the air, and the body odor of the guests who were drinking and walking back and forth were all gone!

Just as there is an eraser that can 'erase' reality out of nothingness, everything in the black and gray bar gradually loses its full shape, leaving only a frame composed of lines, and the world quickly falls from three dimensions to two dimensions, and those remaining frames are also rapidly disappearing under the interference of mysterious forces.

What was happening in front of him was beyond Malfoy's knowledge of magic, and he stared at everything that disappeared in front of him in a daze, and even his thoughts seemed to freeze.

It is a world filled with infinite pure white, without any distinction between up and down, left or right, like a universe that has lost its color.

Lucius blinked, and suddenly he came back to his senses to find that he had regained control of his body, but he still couldn't move, because the stone chair that had strangely appeared beneath him had derived a number of cold chains, holding his limbs and neck firmly in place, as if he were being judged.

Directly in front of the horizon, maybe just in front of him, maybe at an infinite distance, two purple suns suddenly appeared, and the lines of human silhouettes gradually appeared in the pure white, and in a few seconds, Amosta appeared in this pure white world, he looked down at the trembling Lucius Malfoy, his eyes were indifferent like a fire dragon staring at the goblin in front of him.

Under the gaze of death, Lucius sweated like rain, and when he regained his composure, he immediately knew that he had made a big mistake.

Since the fall of the second Dark Lord Voldemort, the British wizarding world has been peaceful for a long time, and in the daily life of ordinary wizards, there is almost no situation where they have to wield a wand to fight someone to the death.

In peacetime, money and power are always the most deterrent.

Hanging out at all sorts of celebrity drinking parties, enjoying half-blood wizards and pure Muggle-borns, and under the enviable gaze of those low-level wizards who were struggling to make a living in the wizarding world, Lucius Malfoy, who had been lost for a long time, repented, and remembered a truth he had learned in his years with the Dark Lord, but which he had deliberately forgotten.

That is, peeling back the disguise of power, the core inside is violence, or rather, power!

The young man in front of him, who easily disposed of the items left behind by the Dark Lord and the thousand-year-old basilisk in the Slytherin chamber, was in some ways far richer and more powerful than him.

"Forgive me--"

Malfoy had never been a man of iron bones, and in a very short period of time, he had recovered some 'skills', skills that he had honed while serving under the Dark Lord.

He wept bitterly, daring to stare only at Amosta's feet, trying his best to imitate Dobby's gesture in front of him, praying in a voice of great humility,

"Take my life, Lord..., Mr. Blaine, for Draco's sake!"

Da, da, da--

Lucius's body trembled even more at the sound of footsteps that grew clearer, and he wanted to look up to observe Amosta's expression to see if he still had a chance of surviving, but he didn't dare to do so, because he was afraid that Amosta had the same habits as the Dark Lord.

How could Voldemort, who didn't even want to be called by name, allow his servants to look directly at his face?

Especially after a series of complex and dangerous human experiments, he has become more and more similar to the individual Voldemort, who has sternly warned his Death Eaters several times not to violate this taboo.

But soon, Lucius was no longer entangled in whether he could stay alive, because Amosta had already given his own answer with actions.

Sonor!

The sound of the hard spear piercing through the body and piercing the stone chair was extremely crisp, and the blood trickling out of the abdomen quickly spread on the wizard's robe, like a manzhu sawa blooming on the other side, dazzling, but also full of a rich death aura.

The pain hit Lucius's consciousness like a tidal wave, causing his body to shake like a sieve, but he still didn't dare to raise his head.

"Bypass Narcissa and Draco, Mr. Blaine, I'm willing to give everything--"

Lucius burst into tears, sobbing and making one of his most humble and sincere requests at the end of his life, but the response he received was only a contemptuous snort.

"I hope you can remember it, Malfoy, and I'm not going to make an example."

The cold voice reached Lucius Malfoy's ears, which was gradually blurred, and endless doubts rose in his heart, where the fire of life was already a candle in the wind.

Judging from the meaning of this sentence, it seems that Amosta Bryan has decided to really spare Draco's life for the sake of his face, but Bryan has already made a move, hasn't he?

The pain caused by the bronze spear that pierced his abdomen was so real, and the feeling of life passing through his body was so overwhelming!

Perhaps, Amosta Blaine meant that he wouldn't spill his anger on Narcissa and Draco?

Lucius Malfoy thought so, his consciousness was eaten away by the darkness little by little...

"Honey, honey, are you alright!"

A sudden dim light tore through the endless darkness, and as if awakened from a great dream, Lucius Malfoy stood in his seat behind a pillar, oblivious to the anxious call of his wife and the apprehensive gaze of his son.

After a long time, his pale face had regained some blood, and Lucius turned his head stiffly, realizing that in addition to Narcissa and Draco, he was surrounded by a number of people watching the excitement.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you—you're all right?"

Tom, the bar's owner, huddled in front of everyone, looked at Lucius's face in horror and shuddered.

If Lucius Malfoy, the head of the famous Malfoy family, had something wrong in his bar, Tom could imagine that what awaited him would not be a good end.

"Where's that man..."

When he spoke, Lucius was stunned to find that he had not drunk water for two or three days, and his voice was hoarse and dry.

"If you're referring to the young guest across from you—"

Tom said respectfully,

"It's been a while since he's gone, Mr. Malfoy, you've been stupid since he's gone..., ahem, I mean, you've been standing here, I thought you were thinking about something important, so you didn't bother..."

"What the hell is wrong with you, dear?"

Narcissa asked with a frown at her husband, confused.

Draco's expression quietly changed, he knew his father, he knew that he was with some... Some not-so-well-known guys are habitually mean when they speak, if their own father speaks to Professor Bryan with this attitude...

"Professor Bryan is a very powerful wizard, father--"

Draco's voice was filled with panic,

"And his personality can be tough at times, especially in the face of offending others."

"Offended?" Narcissa glared at Draco disgruntled, "How did you speak, Draco?" ”

"Draco--"

In silence, Lucius suddenly interrupted Draco, who was arguing with his wife, and stared at the confusion in Draco's eyes, Lucius said

"This... Professor Bryan, if you meet him again in the future, you might as well be more respectful. ”

"Professor Bryan has left Hogwarts, father, he's mysterious, I'm afraid I won't have many chances of running into him in the future--"

Draco, who didn't quite understand why his father was telling him this, hesitated for a moment, then said regretfully.

"No, he'll definitely be back at Hogwarts--"

Lucius looked over the crowd of people and pointed to the deep darkness of the night outside the door, and after a moment of silence, he exhaled heavily, and said with great conviction,

"He'll definitely go back there."











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