Chapter 977: Passing the blame, the truth is not important
Time passed little by little, but no one came to join them. Lucius Malfoy, who was waiting patiently at the temporary base, only felt his hands and feet were cold.
Even if he thought with his knees, he knew something must have happened over there, otherwise the others would have come to join him long ago.
It was really hard for Lucius Malfoy to imagine what kind of terrible punishment he would receive from the Dark Lord if he returned to England like this.
He couldn't help but shiver and didn't dare to continue thinking.
You must do something yourself.
After much hesitation, Lucius Malfoy finally decided to return to Spain to find out what happened tonight.
This was actually not difficult. There was still some polypotion left by Snape for them, and he spent some time getting hair from a Muggle.
To be honest, Lucius Malfoy really doesn't want to become a Muggle. This kind of thing is simply an indelible shame for him, but it is not easy to get wizard's hair now, and there is also the possibility of being beaten by others.
There was a risk of recognition, so turning into a Muggle and pretending to be a foreign wizard was the best option at the moment. Resisting the discomfort and disgust, Malfoy drank a small cup of the compound potion. Under the effect of the potion, he
It soon changed into something else.
A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy rearranged his clothes and returned to Spain with a suitcase.
As long as you find the right way, it is not difficult to find someone to inquire about information, at least it is not difficult for Malfoy. He pretended to be a spectator who came to Spain to watch the International Wizarding Duel Competition, and was going to stay at the Barnabus Bar. Whether it was the boss or the
The waiters are very good at various languages, so there is no need to worry about communication problems.
Malfoy walked into the busy bar, sat down at the empty seat at the counter, ordered a drink for himself, and casually chatted with the bartender.
In a seemingly casual chat, Malfoy learned that the mudblood was not dead, and had already entered the top sixteen, and was currently one of the seeded players with the best chance of competing for the championship.
"If you want to bet, you have to do it early." The bartender at the counter reminded kindly, "But don't blame me if you lose."
Lucius Malfoy didn't pay attention to what the other party said, but turned his attention to the Spanish newspaper thrown on the counter. He actually saw the news that Goyle's group had been arrested in the newspaper, although Malfoy could not understand Spanish.
, but this does not prevent him from understanding the content in the photo.
"It seems that another dark wizard has been arrested?" The bartender glanced at the newspaper on the table, wiped the wine glass, and said with a smile, "The newspaper said that the person who was arrested was a dark wizard from the UK. It seems that he ordered food
The Dead Apostles seemed to have tried to assassinate a contestant, but were discovered by the patrolling Aurors and subdued. I really don’t know what those people were thinking, actually causing trouble in a heavily guarded duel competition? You look like
It’s not pretty.”
"I haven't had a good rest for two days and two nights." Lucius Malfoy drank the wine in the glass, paid for the key, took the suitcase and went back to the room to rest.
Of course, Lucius Malfoy was not in the mood to sleep. He was thinking about how to exonerate himself. The Dark Lord would definitely not let him go easily, especially since the Dark Lord knew that he accidentally destroyed the diary.
Later, Malfoy felt that the Dark Lord did not like him very much.
Now, the mission has failed again.
They must not fail because they are too useless. Their failure must be due to falling into the trap of the Order of the Phoenix, and the Mudblood must be prepared.
"Yes, didn't you say that the mudblood can prophesy?" Malfoy suddenly heard a reason to defend himself.
The reason for their failure was more that the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew their plan in advance through the Mudblood's prophecy, and secretly attacked and intercepted them. Even the assassination of the Mudblood at close range was escaped by that guy.
Isn't this the best proof?
That mudblood is a threat!
If he shines in the International Wizarding Duel Competition...
Lucius Malfoy stared at the newspaper in his hand and found that he actually sincerely hoped that the other party could enter the top four.
This is really ridiculous.
However, only if the opponent is stronger and shows more amazing strength, their failure will not look so useless.
How to say that: It’s not that you don’t work hard, it’s that the enemy is too strong.
…
In the player area of the gymnasium, Albert suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose with his hand and walked to the counter to buy a refreshing hot drink to avoid catching a cold at night.
The number of remaining players is getting smaller and smaller, and the competition time is getting longer and longer. Sometimes the battle cannot be ended within a quarter of an hour.
Among the crowd who stayed, the young Albert was too conspicuous. Especially after the last newspaper helped Albert reveal the halo above his head, even more people were interested in him.
Drinking a refreshing drink, Albert sat in the corner and waited quietly.
Although the danger has passed, he still dare not relax. The duel tonight is not over yet, and his opponent may be more dangerous than the Death Eaters.
I had no choice but to encounter dark wizards in the first two rounds.
Although he won without much effort, he still had to be alert when facing weird black magic. If he was hit by black magic, God knows what bad effects it would have.
This time, Albert's opponent was a squinty-eyed man in his thirties who seemed to be a dark wizard, because before the game, the referee specifically reminded him that this was a treatment unique to dark wizards.
His squinting eyes and his tendency to smile made Albert more alert. As the saying goes, anyone with squinted eyes is a monster.
At the beginning of the duel, Albert struck preemptively. He has yet to encounter a wizard who can cast spells faster than him. Perhaps because he knew that the speed of casting spells was not as fast as Albert's, the guy directly deployed a magic barrier and successfully blocked Albert's attack.
Two attacks.
In fact, it is normal for the attack to be blocked. After all, he has played several times, and the routine he used has probably been sold to other players by intelligence dealers.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After learning the opponent’s intelligence, you will definitely target his weaknesses.
For example, black magic is rarely used, and more reliance is placed on skill and strength to defeat the opponent. The magic barrier can easily block the first wave of attacks, so that one will not be in a hurry.
However, incomplete information can be harmful.
Nian Yanyan was obviously aware of this. The defensive barrier did block the enemy's attack. However, this situation did not last long. The magic barrier in front of him suddenly shattered and a spell flew towards him.
"It's really upsetting to be underestimated!"
His squinted eyes suddenly opened with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and he waved his wand to block the incoming disarming spell.
This guy's spell casting speed is really as fast as described in the information, and it's not that the other person doesn't know black magic, he just doesn't want to use it.
After blocking the opponent's six consecutive attacks, he narrowed his eyes and waved his magic wand, preparing to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop. It would be very detrimental to him if he continued to defend. There would always be loopholes in the defense.
"Don't die."
A large amount of black flames poured out from the top of the wand, turning into a firebird and rushing toward Albert with terrifying power.
"Devil's Fire!"
At this moment, the audience in the stadium screamed in surprise. Everyone was startled. Anyone with a little knowledge would know how dangerous this spell is. Even the Aurors guarding the audience felt something bad.
, all clenched the wands in their hands. If the devil's flame gets out of control, they will cast a spell to extinguish the devil's flame as soon as possible.
"Oh my God!"
"careful!"
"Hurry up and admit defeat!"
When the audience on the stage thought that Albert would be engulfed by the terrifying devil's flames, they saw Albert calmly waving his wand, like a knight waving a long sword, splitting the firebird in half.
, the rolling devil flames suddenly took off, gathered into a ball in the sky, and then turned into a griffin and rushed towards the dark wizard.
This scene shocked everyone present.
No one thought that the young wizard in the audience would control the violent devil flames in the blink of an eye and quickly counterattack the enemy.
"Oh my god! How did he do it? Isn't that the devil's flame?"
Just now, Tonks thought that Albert would be engulfed by the devil's flame, but the next moment, the opponent actually crushed the devil's flame and gained control.
"No, Anderson is obviously very good at using devil's flames." Kingsley looked at the griffon rushing towards the dark wizard and said in a low voice: "I heard that he was in the maze of the Triwizard Tournament.
Use the Fire Charm to burn a Blast-Ended Skrewt to death."
He squinted his eyes at the griffon rushing towards him, and suddenly felt something bad. It was not because of the demonic flames flying towards him, but because of the opponent's attainments in black magic.
After successfully eliminating the devil's flame, Mimiyan decisively raised her hands and surrendered.
Don’t know black magic?
Do not make jokes!
This guy probably doesn’t feel the need to use black magic!
If you annoy the other person, you may die here accidentally.
Narrow Eyes surrendered neatly, which made the audience very unhappy. They originally thought there would be a thrilling duel, but in the end, they surrendered neatly. Some angry spectators even threw bottles downwards.
"Congratulations, you won." The wizard said with a smile, "This is my business card. Maybe you have something that is inconvenient to do, or you need to use some illegal items, I can provide them for you.
Help, I will give you a 9.5% discount when the time comes."
"Well, maybe that day won't be too far away." Albert raised his hand and pointed at the business card, and the business card disappeared on its own.
"You are really cautious." He narrowed his eyes without getting angry and said with a smile, "However, it is better to be cautious. I believe we can cooperate happily. By the way, I will bet on you to win the championship, so work hard."
The expression on Albert's face twitched slightly, he looked at Mimi's eyes as he left, and turned back to the player area. The next final game will determine the final four.
However, there was no last game, because Albert's opponent, in the 16th and 8th round, fought hard with his opponent and lost both sides. He was no longer able to continue the game, and Albert directly received a bye to advance.
In duel competitions, this situation is not uncommon.
Albert is undoubtedly a dark horse!
The newspaper even reported this incident extensively.
However, a gambling bureau held a meeting overnight to discuss the possibility of Anderson winning the prize.
There was no way, there were a lot of bets betting at the beginning of the game, thinking that Albert Anderson would win the final championship.
If this really allows the dark horse to become the final champion, I don’t know how much money it will cost.
Moreover, this scene seems to be similar.
"What should we do now?"
"Don't ask me. Anyway, I won't take any bets related to this guy in the future." The man thought for a while and then said, "Collect the information about that guy, then send it to the other three people, and tell them, as long as you can
If you swipe the black horse, you will get a sum of money. Remember, use it in your private name."
"Is this possible?" someone asked uneasily.
"It's okay if you don't. There are some things you can't do. Don't expect others to know if you do it. The duel competition must be relatively fair, at least on the surface. This is why those events are held in Spain. If you screw up,
, there will be a large group of people who want to kill you." The man warned.
On the other side, after learning that Albert had entered the top four, Lucius Malfoy was so excited that he trembled with excitement. He hurried back to England with the newspaper and told the Dark Lord the "good news".
After feeling Voldemort's increasingly cold gaze, Lucius Malfoy lowered his head lower, however, this did not allow him to escape the Dark Lord's punishment.
There was no way, Voldemort was very unhappy. There were not many Death Eaters under his command, but suddenly there were several fewer. It was strange that he was in a good mood. As for the dead Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort had never cared about him.
Life and death, if you die, you will die.
"Lucius, you really disappoint me." Voldemort's tone was extremely cold.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Master, that's really not my problem." Malfoy said anxiously, "Our plan was easily seen through, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix were beaten.
We were caught off guard. The mudblood seemed to know something through prophecies, and he had already known that someone would assassinate him."
"Don't excuse your incompetence." Voldemort looked even more angry and gave Malfoy another Cruciatus Curse.
"Master, Severus is right, that Muggle is indeed a big trouble. We'd better kill him as soon as possible before he grows up." Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth and resisted the Cruciatus Curse.
The pain caused by him was trying to divert the Dark Lord's attention to the mudblood.
"That mudblood...I will kill him with my own hands."
Voldemort stared at Malfoy, who was still lying on the ground, and ordered in a cold tone, "As for those captured guys, try to get them out. If you fail again, you should know what the consequences will be."
"I will." Malfoy said tremblingly, knowing that the Dark Lord's patience with him was about to reach its limit.
However, they were not the only ones who were in a bad mood. Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was not in a better mood either. He had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by an emergency message from the Ministry of Magic. However, what made Fudge most angry was the Spanish Magic.
The Ministry actually claimed to have captured a group of "Death Eaters" and planned to hand them over to Britain in exchange for bounty rewards.
The news of catching the Death Eaters was certainly something to be happy about, but the identities of those people made Fudge unhappy.
"No, they can't be Death Eaters."
Fudge had already made his decision. He knew very well that if these people were defined as Death Eaters, they would definitely cause big trouble.