Chapter 308: Three-legged

"Tell me everything you've done and what you're going to do." 'Draco' said in a sympathetic voice, "Don't try to play tricks, your Occlumency can't stop me." ”

Lucius's mind turned quickly, but he didn't hesitate at all, and said directly: "Master, there is a person who has been pretending to be you recently, claiming to be Tom Riddle. ”

He carefully observed Draco's expression, and after noticing nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then changed his expression, and said indignantly:

"I could tell at a glance that it wasn't you."

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

"He rejected purebloods, supported half-bloods, and even joined Hogwarts."

"He doesn't have the same intelligence as you, master, and he's letting the entire wizarding world slide into the abyss."

'Draco' glanced at Lucius faintly, his cold face relaxed a lot, he removed his wand from Lucius's forehead, and said, "Don't pat yourself on the back, it's useful." ”

"Yes, master." Only then did Lucius dare to raise his hand and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He didn't get up, and even knelt a little straighter.

"As soon as I made those unbelievable remarks from the impostor, I immediately called the purebloods to discuss how to deal with it."

Then Lucius talks about how he racked his brains to get the purebloods to follow his persuasion and re-solidify the mind of the mysterious man.

'Draco' listened quietly, not showing the slightest displeasure.

He knew Lucius was bragging about his exploits.

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

In fact, the real effort is far less than that of Lestrange and other families.

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

The reason why he doesn't debunk it now is very different from before.

The people of Azkaban, estimated that Tom Riddle had been purged of disloyalty to him.

Half-bloods are even less likely to submit to him, and purebloods certainly won't be as loyal to him as Lucius says.

His strength has not reached its peak.

Voldemort felt like he was back in the 'business' days, and if he exposed Lucius's little tricks again, he might never be able to get rid of Tom Riddle.

"Lucius." Draco interrupted his 'loyal' servant and said with a smile, "I understand your intentions. ”

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

Lucius's body stiffened, and then he showed a grateful expression just right, "Thank you, master. I was such a child, I loved him so much, and without him, I felt like I was going to die. ”

"Okay, I'll come back to this matter, don't make a public announcement." 'Draco' stared at Lucius with pricked eyes, "I hate leakers, and you know what I'm going to do with them, right?" ”

"Don't worry, master." Lucius swore an oath, "Even if someone uses the Imperius Curse on me, they won't want to hear anything about you from me." ”

Draco nodded, and said suddenly nonchalantly, "Then, I need you to ally with Dumbledore, in the name of the pure-blood leader." ”

The cold sweat that Lucius had just wiped off welled up again.

He swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously, "Master?" ”

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

"Didn't you already agree with Dumbledore?"

Lucius only felt that he was a little white rabbit entangled by a python at the moment, and he could not make any sound, but could only listen to the wail of his soul in suffocation.

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

"I don't need your explanation." Draco looked down at Lucius, reached out and grabbed his neck, and said in a deep voice, "You have two things to do now. ”

"First, find the right body for me."

"Second, an alliance with Dumbledore."

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

"Ming...... White...... Host...... Person. ”

"Don't let me down, Lucius." 'Draco' jerked his palm loose and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweaty palm.

Lucius was like a prawn jumping out of the water, his cheeks throbbing violently, and his body almost curled up in a ball.

The Grim Reaper's scythe had just passed him, and Lucius still felt that his life was still an illusory mass, and he could only breathe heavily, trying to fill the illusory life.

After a while, Lucius regained his strength, he prostrated himself on the ground, and said respectfully, "Master, do you have any other commands?" ”

"No, you can get out."

"Yes."

Lucius quickly walked out of his study and closed the door.

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

"And Russell......" Draco closed his eyes, masking the excitement in his pupils, "I'll let you know that wizards aren't toys in your hands!" ”

……

Headmaster's Office of Hogwarts.

Before the chair under Dumbledore's buttocks, which had just sent Lucius away, was hot, he stood up again in shock at Quirrell's news.

"You mean, you can feel the smell of Tom Riddle in this crown?"

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

"Yes, Dumbledore." Quirrell nodded vigorously.

He didn't tell the truth, but self-condemnation was far less important than the harm of telling the truth that made Dumbledore suspicious.

"And then, you suspect that Draco Malfoy was possessed by Voldemort?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore received another affirmative answer, and was silent for a long time.

"Professor Quirrell, according to you, I have a terrible spell in mind—" Dumbledore met Quirrell's and Harry's gaze and slowly spat out a word, "Horcrux." ”

"It's a terrible form of black magic that splits the soul of the spellcaster, and in turn, gains immortality."

"Every split soul resides in a magic weapon and becomes a Horcrux. The moment the caster dies, a Horcrux comes back to life. ”

"Tom Riddle is supposed to be some Horcrux resurrection." A look of confusion flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, "But why would another Horcrux come back to life while he was alive?" ”

"Could it be that there is a drawback to this kind of black magic, and the Horcruxes will compete with each other?"

Harry watched in silence as Dumbledore muttered to himself.

The greatest white wizard in the wizarding world is mentally exhausted by a series of accidents.

He is like the Atlas in Greek mythology, with his shoulders on his shoulders, and the heavier and heavier burdens are draining his spirit.

Maybe one day, Dumbledore will fall with a bang.

In Harry's 'Eye of the Heart', Dumbledore's soul had cracked, and it was about to lose the majestic magic in him.

"Dumbledore, no matter what, we need to make sure Malfoy is safe." Quirrell's words relieved Dumbledore.

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

"He's probably going into hiding, and Lucius may have been tricked by him, and something that had just been negotiated went wrong again."

"What's even more troublesome: Voldemort's Horcruxes, I guess there are more than these two."

"Do you know where they are?" Quirrell stared at Dumbledore and said directly, "Tell me, I'll destroy them!" ”

Nope

(End of chapter)