I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Lucius was lying on a stretcher, devouring the food Narcissa brought, while Draco was crying non-stop, as if in mourning, which upset him.

"Okay, don't cry." Lucius said irritably, "I'm not dead yet!"

Draco stopped crying immediately, he covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, and squeezed out a little sound between his fingers.

What Lucius said is true, he is indeed not dead, he just lost half of his life:

There is a scar on the left side of the face, rolling the flesh of the face, like a torn canyon on the glacier, the nose is broken in two, and a layer of blood scab forms on the tip of the nose.

The left hand was stiff and unable to move, and there were scary blood-filled blisters on it, which were as big as cockroaches.

Narcissa looked at Lucius palely, she wiped her tears and said, "Why are you injured so badly?"

"My wand was knocked off by the troll at the very beginning, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a mess." Lucius sighed heavily, and said:

"Fortunately, I still have a second wand, and I found Goyle and Crabbe in time, otherwise I might have died inside."

Narcissa choked up and said in a trembling voice: "There are two more projects in the future, you should stop coming..."

"If you don't come, you will suffer the backlash of the Goblet of Fire magic contract. You have to come." Lucius' face was terribly gloomy, his fists clenched, and his face was full of anger.

"Sooner or later, I will return all the suffering I have suffered these days!"

Narcissa burst into tears, she was very afraid that before that day, she would become a helpless widow.

With so many enemies, Malfoy won't be bullied by then?

It was as if her husband was watching the Quidditch World Cup final night, and Rolf Scamander dared to do that to her...

If one day Lucius is not around, she can't imagine how she will be bullied when she meets Scamander again.

Counting on his son Draco? He was afraid that he would persuade himself to be soft by the side.

Seeing Narcissa crying sadly, Lucius thought she was crying because of his injury, so he held her hand and comforted her:

"Okay, don't cry, the day of revenge will not be too long, by the way... besides the three of us, who else survived?"

"Three people died." A voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

"In addition to the three of you, there are the Carlo brothers and sisters and Ida Avery Jr. alive, but they are all seriously injured like you, so you don't have to be mentally unbalanced."

Lucius looked up sharply to see Sirius and Lupine striding towards him.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous. Lucius gritted his teeth, his face was gloomy, and he stared at the two of them with deep hatred in his eyes.

Seeing the raging anger in Lucius' eyes that could hardly be suppressed, Narcissa was afraid that the two sides would fight again, so she quickly used her slender fingers to hold Lucius' wrist, and at the same time she took the first step to accuse:

"Sirius, Lucius is your brother-in-law, you treat him like this...your behavior...is outrageous..."

"Heinous?" Sirius sneered, "What your master did to James and Lily is heinous."

"You also said that the Dark Lord did it, so it has nothing to do with us." Narcissa retorted.

"Oh, so you think your husband Malfoy is pure and innocent, like raising white peacocks in your yard?"

The vicissitudes of Sirius's face was covered with a shadow of anger, he shouted angrily, and roared:

"You might as well ask your husband where Caradoc Dearborn disappeared; how did Brother Prewett die?

And Kristo Abbott's youngest daughter, who was just a baby when she was killed! "

Narcissa and Draco turned pale.

"I still remember how the Death Eaters killed innocent people indiscriminately during the Wizarding War!"

Sirius said coldly: "Just three Death Eaters died, can't you take it?

My original goal was to reduce the staff by two-thirds, but there are still two projects, Malfoy... I hope you can stick to it and don't die too quickly. "

Lucius only felt a chill piercing through his body, he pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

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In the silent and dark room, flickering candles and heavy shadows surrounded him.

A figure floated in mid-air, a golden flame suddenly ignited on his body, bright and hot, it devoured him at an unimaginable speed.

Under the burning of the flames, the man felt severe pain all over his body. The feeling was very similar to being hit by Avada Kedav, and he made an inhuman cry.

A woman walked over quickly, and she asked in panic, "Master...Master...are you alright?"

After a long time, Voldemort shook his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm fine. I didn't participate in the Triwizard Tournament. I was backlashed by the Goblet of Fire contract. But it doesn't matter. I've gone far enough on the road to longevity. This kind of magic can't kill me."

Voldemort looked at the woman and asked, "Why are you here so suddenly?"

The woman was silent for a while, and whispered: "Master, I just received news that Sean Nott, Green Selwin and Marsok Rozier are all dead..."

Voldemort took a deep breath, trying to keep his murderous anger from being too obvious. After a while, he sneered:

"Very well, Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix did a fine job, trapping me and my Death Eaters in the Goblet of Fire and killing them in the Triwizard Tournament."

"To be honest, I still have to thank Dumbledore." Voldemort said coldly:

"I have no body, as powerless as the weakest creature, hiding in the remote Albanian forest, waiting for my loyal Death Eaters...I have waited for more than ten years...but I have not waited for them."

"I've since learned that they were not my most heartfelt servants...they all deserved to die...a good death!"

Voldemort praised him, but he was extremely angrily in his heart. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said with a domineering manner:

"But it should be me to punish my servants, not to be killed by others!"

Voldemort's lipless mouth twitched into a smile, and said, "When I am resurrected, I will make Dumbledore pay a heavy price."

The man raised his head, looked at the woman and asked, "Have you investigated what I want you to investigate clearly?"

"The owner has been found. Harry Potter is at Hogwarts. I have mentioned his address to others. It is at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."

"Very good." Voldemort sneered. "Because of Potter's mother's magic, I can't get close there. You should be careful to catch that guy out."

The woman immediately knelt down on the ground and said humbly, "Yes, master."

After the woman left, Voldemort looked at a stone sculpture not far away:

It is a shield with a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars and a short sword, flanked by two leaping greyhounds.

There is also a line of engraved French at the bottom:

Toujours Pur

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