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Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was enjoying dinner with his wife and son.

The food on the table was very rich, but the atmosphere in the room was not very good.

This is mainly because of John.

Lucius must admit that his initial approach to and friendship with John was indeed for utilitarian purposes.

But as I got to know John longer and longer.

This originally simple interest relationship has become complicated.

Especially in the second year, John directly attacked the Gryffindor Tower in order to avenge Draco, regardless of the danger and consequences.

Then he also led people to capture the "heir" Harry Potter and solved the entire mystery of the Chamber of Secrets.

After this incident, Lucius completely changed his view of John.

Now John is like a kind and outstanding junior to him. In terms of relationship and trustworthiness, John can even rival Lucius's childhood friends - old Goyle and old Crabbe!

Narcissa also liked John very much.

Among the gifts she prepared every Christmas, apart from Draco, the one she gave to John was the most precious.

As for Draco, let alone that.

He almost regarded John as an idol, and kept saying 'what's going on with John' every time he came home.

He even firmly believed that John would become the greatest wizard of the next generation!

The one who is greater than Dumbledore!

However, such an outstanding young man was thrown into the abyss and his future was ruined!

What a pity!

"well--"

Lucius sighed deeply, put down his fork, and said to the dejected Draco opposite, "Xiaolong (Draco's nickname), the matter has come to this, please be more open-minded."

"Dad, I can't think about it!" Draco gritted his teeth, "The Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore are clearly trying to frame John! We must help him!"

Narcissa sighed:

"Your father and I have tried every means, including spending a lot of money to find people in the ministry to get information, and try to defend John. But the result..."

Hearing this, Draco lowered his head and stopped talking.

And Lucius was going to continue to persuade his son to eat more.

But before he could speak, there was a burning pain in his left arm.

He subconsciously pulled up his sleeves and saw that the dark mark on his left arm, which had been dormant for more than ten years, had turned pure black again and was still squirming, releasing severe pain.

"He's back! He's calling me!"

Lucius's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and murmured.

Narcissa and Draco's faces suddenly turned pale.

"Dumbledore told us the night before we left school that the Dark Lord was resurrected." Draco murmured, "We didn't believe it at the time! But now... is what he said true?

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Narcissa didn't pay attention to her son's soliloquy.

She quickly supported Lucius and said:

"Honey, what should we do?"

Lucius gasped and shook his head:

"Can't delay any longer! He is calling me, I must go! Otherwise... I will die! You guys stay at home..."

After saying that, Lucius pushed Narcissa away, took out the wand with difficulty, and disappeared into a twisted phantom.

Narcissa's eyes were a little red.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in her heart, and hugged her son tightly.

And at the same time.

Lucius had already put on his hood and arrived at Grimmauld Place.

The air was filled with the rustling of cloaks.

In the corners, behind the garbage piles, in the grass, and in every dark place, there are wizards apparating.

Like Lucius, they all wore hoods and covered their faces.

Everyone looked around, looking for the same figure.

However, except for their own kind, there are no other creatures around.

Many people have already opened their sleeves in confusion and started to look at the mark of the dark devil.

"Everyone, please come to me. The Dark Lord is waiting for you."

A house elf suddenly appeared in the square and said to everyone.

The Death Eaters hesitated for a moment and gradually approached him.

Lucius hid in the crowd, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

Kreacher began to show the address of Grimmauld Twelve to the Death Eaters one by one and guided them into the mansion.

And when all the Death Eaters arrived at the conference hall and saw Voldemort himself.

One of the Death Eaters immediately fell to his knees, crawled to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he called in a low voice.

The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him. Everyone crawled to Voldemort on their knees, kissed his robe, then stepped aside, stood up, and guarded silently.

Lucius is naturally no exception.

However, his face hidden under the hood was full of horror.

Because, he actually saw John here!

Moreover, John was sitting in an important position on the right side of Voldemort, looking at the Death Eaters with an extremely indifferent look.

'Why is John here? Could it be that he joined the Death Eaters? What about the seating arrangement? John became the guest of the Dark Lord?'

Countless questions flashed through Lucius's mind.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Because Voldemort no longer seemed to expect anyone to come.

He stood up slowly and looked around at the hooded faces.

Every Death Eater he glanced at couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, "Thirteen years... Thirteen years have passed since our last meeting. But you still responded to my call just like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united.

Under the Dark Mark! Right?"

He raised his ferocious face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The Death Eaters trembled even more.

They seemed to want to escape, but they didn't dare to move.

"I see you, healthy and sound, with the same magical powers as before - arriving so quickly! I ask myself... why are these wizards not here to help their master, the one they have sworn to be loyal to forever?"

Voldemort said softly, "I answered myself, they must have thought I was doomed. So they sneaked back among my enemies, claiming that they were innocent, unknowing, and bewitched...

I asked myself again, why don’t they believe that I can make a comeback?

They had obviously known for a long time that I had mastered the method of preventing death. Didn't they witness me proving my potential countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?

I answered myself, maybe they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort...for example, the leader of the lowlifes, the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the scene became a little commotion.

Some people were mumbling excuses, while others were desperately shaking their heads in denial.

Voldemort walked among the crowd and pointed his wand at a Death Eater as he spoke.

"This disappoints me... I admit I am disappointed... heartbreaking!"

"boom--"

Thin green lightning wrapped around the Death Eater.

He fell to the ground, writhing in pain, screaming, and begging for mercy.

Voldemort ignored him at all.
To be continued...