Lestrange is the surname of an ancient pure-blood wizarding family.
The family originated in France but also has branches in England, where the Lestrange family can be traced back centuries.
Naturally, they are classified into the twenty-eight holy tribes of pure-blood wizards in the British magical world by the "Pure-blood Directory".
Just as the family has flourished around the world, the Lestrange branch of the British wizarding world is equally old and wealthy.
They have a vault full of treasures in Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Like the Black family, many members of the Lestrange family are keen on using dark magic. They are also pure-blood supremacists who hate Muggles and have Muggle origins.
and the pure-blood wizard "traitor".
For centuries, the Lestrange family had been active in the British wizarding world at various times, until ten years ago——
"Tsk, how could Lestrange, one of the twenty-eight tribes, be reduced to this..."
"Isn't this surprising? Let me tell you, the twenty-eight sacred clans have long been outdated. Wouldn't the Gaunt family also be exterminated?"
"Are all the wizards of the Lestrange family gone?" a young voice asked curiously.
"You can also say that - Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange were imprisoned in Azkaban ten years ago. If not dead, they are probably close to it."
Outside London, the Lestrange family mansion.
Several Aurors were chatting sadly while monitoring the long-abandoned house not far away.
When the Lestrange family was at its peak, the "Raven" family coat of arms represented nobility and class wherever it appeared. However, since the Lestranges were imprisoned in Azkaban ten years ago, the wizarding world has
I haven't heard the surname "Lestrange" in a long time.
The last time "Lestrange" appeared in front of the public was the shocking fraud conspiracy that almost overturned the British wizarding world.
The story finally ends with Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic uncovering the Dark Lord's conspiracy and recovering the "cheated" stolen money from the Lestrange family's treasury.
Although many pure-blood families will inevitably feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes, no one dares to risk public outrage to stop the confiscation, especially when everyone's gold is returned to their own hands, and no one will mention the "
"Justice" and the scope of sentencing - the wealth accumulated by the Lestrange family for hundreds of years was returned to the Ministry of Magic's finances overnight, and various magical families also "recovered" some "lost" treasures.
After that, the Lestrange family property and land were gradually divided among various forces.
Today, only this old family house remains that has been neglected and neglected.
This is also the long-standing tacit understanding of the magical society.
No matter how a pure-blood family declines, most wizards will not take action against their family mansion.
This is not just tradition, but more importantly, it comes from countless legends and ancient magic:
But any pure-blood wizard family mansion with a history of hundreds of years will never be a simple house.
All kinds of magic accumulated over time linger in every corner of the house. While protecting the last bloodline of the family, they are also always ready to bloom with all their brilliance to bury enemies with evil intentions. On the crazy level when facing the end, magic has never been able to
The theory of upper limit.
Because of this, whenever the last member of a magical family dies, the Ministry of Magic will temporarily mark their location as a dangerous area.
Unless the Disaster Department of the Ministry of Magic handles the aftermath, the danger level will continue for nearly a hundred years. The Aurors will expel and arrest any reckless guy who attempts to break into or destroy this area to avoid unnecessary sacrifices and even trigger some
Large natural disaster.
In the magical society, people tend to use another more mysterious and mysterious name: "The Cursed Mansion".
Of course, the current Lestrange family mansion has not yet turned into a "cursed house".
The reason the Aurors are gathered here is...
"Uh, tell me, are the mysterious man and his Death Eaters still here?"
"They can't go anywhere unless they flush it down the toilet-"
Perkins frowned and stared at the living room window of the old house not far away, which had a faint light from the fire.
"The blockade against the Phantom Movement should have been deployed. The sky, portkeys, and floo network have all been blocked. Now we are waiting for news from Professor Dumbledore and the others - how long will the general attack take? Please check your pocket watches.
If those guys inside find something wrong in advance, immediately notify Professor Dumbledore..."
"Oh, don't worry, gentlemen. We're already here."
At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from behind everyone.
Several old wizards appeared behind them, but Cornelius Fudge did not appear. He was "in control of the situation" at the Ministry of Magic.
As Dumbledore spoke, he took out his complicated silver plate pocket watch from his arms and quickly opened it and took a look.
"It is now three o'clock in the afternoon London time, and there is still half an hour before the general attack - let's help strengthen the surrounding protection measures first. When we enter, we will ignore any orders to open or lift the magic blockade. If anyone plans to attack 'Les
The "blocked area" of the Strange Family Mansion immediately alerted us and was immediately struck down unconditionally - this was an siege document jointly signed by the International Federation of Wizards, the British Ministry of Magic, the French Ministry of Magic... a total of more than a dozen magical organizations.
As for the Auror reinforcements from other magical countries..."
The old wizard gently took out his wand and waved it slowly towards the back of the observation point, as if he was playing some magnificent concerto.
Seven giant fireplaces made of granite broke out of the ground, like seven ancient magical relics that had existed since ancient times.
"Kenaz——(fire)"
At the same time, an old wizard in gray robe standing behind Dumbledore read softly and flicked his fingers.
Bright flames surged out of the void and lit up all the fireplaces in an instant.
"Madam, do you know how to connect the fireplace? You can start setting up the network..."
The gray-robed wizard turned and looked at the middle-aged witch standing behind the crowd, and then at the young juniors around him who were facing a formidable enemy.
"Oh? Have you never seen runes cast spells? Don't you think that after a wizard leaves the wand, he will become a monkey that can only scream and run away-"
"Grindelwald, our previous agreement was..."
An Auror from the French Ministry of Magic swallowed, and the wand in his hand seemed to be about to break.
Blot regretted that he had drawn the "Annihilation War" guard by drawing lots - he originally thought it was a lucky draw.
In the initial understanding of many people, following Dumbledore and other top wizards to participate in the operation to eliminate the Dark Lord is undoubtedly the safest and most glorious job.
However, what he never expected was that the so-called "guards" were not assisting in battle at all, but served as a "safety lock" to keep an eye on Gellert Grindelwald.
Maybe the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in other countries are better, but one of the entry education for Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic is the tragedy decades ago:
More than fifty elite Aurors were burned to ashes by Grindelwald in the Lestrange family cemetery.
What frightens Blot even more is that although this place is not a cemetery, in terms of importance, it seems to be not much different from the Lestrange family cemetery.
"Promise? Oh - you said that. If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten..."
Grindelwald glanced at the young Auror who was so frightened that he could not speak fluently. He shrugged noncommittally and turned to look at Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore, when will you give me my wand? You are not going to let me fight the 'most dangerous' Dark Lord of this century with my bare hands, are you?"
"...I'm very sorry, Gellert, but the International Federation of Wizards has no intention of letting Grindelwald regain the wand."
Dumbledore said gently, taking out a small box from his arms and handing it to Grindelwald.
"For this operation only, you can use this wand——"
"Well, I'm planning to cast the killing curse. Is that okay, Albus -"
Grindelwald opened the wooden box in his hand, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and gently stroked the wand in front of him with his long fingers.
"My personal suggestion is that maybe you can change your wand? I heard people say that the older the wand is, the more stubborn it is...especially a wand that is almost a hundred years old..."
"The International Federation of Wizards will check the spell usage records after the operation. Only this one has been registered."
Dumbledore replied calmly, looking from his half-moon glasses to his old friend with the rune "D" printed on the base.
"Your magic is too powerful, Grindelwald. If you use someone else's wand, even I can't guarantee that you can trace back all the records."
"Okay, distinguished Chief Magician of the International Confederation of Wizards."
Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore meaningfully, raised the corners of his mouth, and took out the wand from the box.
"Then let me think about it..."
The old devil looked around at the advance guards of Aurors from all over the world, who looked like they were facing formidable enemies, and grinned.
"If we only rely on this simple magic, we may not be able to stop a top wizard - we need a little help."
"Flame...guard -"
Grindelwald raised the wand in his hand and pointed it to the sky, and infinite magic flames poured out from the tip of his wand, rushing towards the sky like a whale's water column.
The firelight in the sky rose to an extremely high point, touching the barrier set up by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, and silently infected it, spreading rapidly in all directions like blood dripping on rice paper.
Gloomy blue flames lingered in the sky above the Lestrange family mansion, and in the sky further above, countless dark black magic satins continued to float towards the sky.
A suffocating magic burst out with Grindelwald at its center.
Almost all the wizards drew out their wands at the same time and took a small step back, struggling to resist the sudden and terrifying pressure.
"Grindelwald, you-"
Blot looked at the gray-robed old devil with mixed shock and anger.
It was only then that he realized how ridiculous those previous "countermeasures" plans were, and it was difficult for him to even raise his wand and recite the incantation.
"This is not our previous plan. Gellert - the gentlemen from the Ministry of Magic haven't even arrived yet..."
Dumbledore looked calmly at the high-spirited old devil next to him, seemingly unaware of the powerful wave of magic bursting out from him.
"The Ministry's plan? Hey... all they want is results."
Grindelwald shook his head disdainfully and glanced at the young guys behind him who were not qualified to stand alongside them.
"Inform the Ministry of Magic that the time for the general attack has been advanced - they can come over to clean up the mess. As for what kind of battle plan? Albus, your students are not worthy yet..."
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At the same time, not far away was the Lestrange family mansion.
A tall and thin man like a skeleton sat in the main seat of the living room.
About half a meter in front of his chair, an old foreigner with gray hair on his temples lay unconscious.
However, he didn't pay attention to the old guy he had never seen before, but stared at the French clock niche next to the living room.
The space originally used to hold the pendulum clock was hollowed out and a corpse soaked in yellow-green liquid was placed:
The face of the corpse was paler than the skeleton, and the two big eyes were open red and unyielding, as if they had seen something terrible before death. The nose was as flat as a snake's nose, without the bridge of the nose like a normal person, and there were only two nostrils left.
A tiny slit...
A biting chill surged from the heart of the tall, thin man like a skeleton - that was his own corpse, the corpse of Tom Riddle, the great Lord Voldemort.
And in his mind, the childish whisper of the devil still echoed.
"Let's play a game, Tom..."
"The rules are—"
"...Struggle, do your best, and struggle to live...Never pray for death——"
On the table to his right lay a black walnut wand.
Outside the window, faint blue magic flames covered the sky.
The two old men were walking slowly towards this side, like two groups of suns that were constantly emitting energy.
Farther away, seven huge fireplaces ignited bright green magic flames, and wizards one after another poured out of the flames like a tide.
"Albus Dumbledore—"
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Scottish Highlands.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Petunia Dursley raised her head and looked at the simple, towering castle in front of her, silent.
Not far from her, a middle-aged man with fair hair was curiously flipping through the book in his hand.
"Oh my God, Dad?! How could you-"
At this moment, a surprising voice suddenly came from the main entrance of the castle ahead.
The middle-aged man raised his head and looked forward, only to see a little witch with messy brown hair running over quickly with the hem of her robe in hand.
Behind the little witch, an adult wizard with a hooked nose, black hair, and sallow skin frowned and walked quickly in front of Petunia Dursley.
"Hello, Mrs. Dursley, I am from Hogwarts..."
"Severus?"
Petunia Dursley came back to her senses, looked at the sallow-faced wizard, and forced a smile.