Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"I heard that you are going to assassinate Dumbledore, aren't you?"

As soon as Mike said this, the muscles in the corners of Draco's eyes began to tremble desperately, and he stammered:

"No! No! I don't... don't dare! I'm not going to assassinate Dumbledore, I swear! I'm not going..."

"Shh!"

Mike made a mute gesture, and upon seeing this, Draco hurriedly covered his mouth with horror on his face.

Mike nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"No, you have to kill Dumbledore, understand?"

"Okay, okay... eh? What did you say?"

"I said you had to go and kill Dumbledore, got it?"

"I know...I know, but...why?"

Mike stood up straight, lowered his head and looked down at Draco with a sneer, gritted his teeth and said:

"Because I want Dumbledore to die!"

Draco's mouth was open, his face was full of disbelief, and at this moment he even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

And Mike continued to say indignantly:

"You don't even know what that old guy did! Why do you think I haven't found the assassin yet? It's because that old man Dumbledore covered him up! No! They're all a gang!"

"This...isn't that possible?"

"What's impossible! That old guy Dumbledore is amiable on the surface, but he is actually a villain who is jealous of talents! Why do you think Voldemort became the Dark Lord? You must know that he applied to be the Dark Lord of Hogwarts. As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he really wanted to teach the little wizards defense against the dark arts!

But Dumbledore was jealous of his talent, not only refused his request, but even used his power to suppress him, which drove Voldemort to a dead end! It can be said that the so-called Dark Lord was forced out by Dumbledore!

And now, Dumbledore is targeting me again! He's worried that I'll be an even scarier wizard than the Dark Lord! So want me to strangle in the bud! "

Mike shouted wildly, his roar echoed in the empty prison, and the shock of Draco's eardrums hurt.

Draco couldn't care about the pain in his ears. Compared to his eardrums, his heart was shaking even more at this moment.

What Mike said was really amazing. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, which made him very confused.

Mike didn't give him much time to think. After taking a breather, Mike squatted down again, staring at Draco with his bloodshot and red eyes and said:

"Make a quick decision, either sign an unbreakable oath for me to continue to assassinate Dumbledore, or die here."

Draco fell backward sharply. He looked at Mike in horror, and quickly muttered:

"But...but, I still don't understand, if Dumbledore is dead, who will deal with the Dark Lord? It doesn't make sense!"

Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other, and then they both laughed.

"Hahaha! This is the funniest joke I've heard this month."

"That's right, Draco, you're really talented. You managed to make me laugh."

Looking at the two people who were laughing, Draco was stunned, he couldn't figure out what was funny.

The two people outside the door finally stopped after laughing for a while. Mike took a breath and said to Draco:

"Do you think we're really afraid of Voldemort?"

"Difficult...isn't it?"

"You're still too naive.

Mike shook his head and said, "Compared to the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, is a joke. He can only make trouble in the country, and other gj's magic The Ministry didn't take him seriously at all, believe it or not, as long as Voldemort dared to stick his claws on other gj, the Ministry of Magic all over Europe and the world would unite. Ha ha! Voldemort and the Death Eaters were nothing more than a bunch of bugs in the face of a force of that magnitude!

To tell you the truth, I have already united a large group of pure blood nobles and began to transfer all their wealth to the United States, which is a very contradictory gj, where a Muggle-born wizard like me has a very high status, because in Anti-ancestry discrimination is right there!

But at the same time, they also respect the nobles with pure blood, especially the pure-blooded nobles from the country. The upper-level wizards of the US have a natural sense of inferiority in front of them. This is easy to understand. The United States was originally a gj formed by a group of robbers and fugitives, and they were a group of upstarts.

Why do you think Chris and the whole bunch of pure blood nobles suddenly disappeared? They just went to America to lead the way for us! Now that everything is ready, as long as the situation in the capital is irreversible, me and the rest of the people will immediately go to the United States and continue our lives there! "

Mike stood up as he spoke, his hands raised, his eyes glowing, and his expression frenzied.

And Draco in the cell was also looking forward to it. Obviously, he also wanted to live such a life.

Taking a deep breath, Mike slowly retracted the excitement on his face.

He lowered his head and looked at Draco again, and said meaningfully:

"Isn't it a good time to be with Voldemort?"

"You... what did you say!" Draco's pupils shrank suddenly, "How is this possible!"

"Stop lying, your expression has told me everything! And now Voldemort is crazy, he is moody, and I can imagine his attitude towards his subordinates! Just admit it, he is a very difficult master to serve, if not If there is an accident, the current Malfoy family will almost be hollowed out by him and his group of men, right? He is sucking your blood now! You expect him to overthrow the Ministry of Magic and give you several times the amount invested now. Payback? Stop dreaming! He'll just kill you all!"

"No! He wouldn't do it! No... ah! It hurts!"

Draco muttered to himself in a trance, but halfway through, he suddenly covered his right forearm with a painful expression, screaming and rolling on the ground.

The corners of Mike's mouth rose even more, and he knew exactly what was going on.

The mark of the dark devil and the tattoo are not simply used to indicate identity. They are the profound magic researched by Voldemort based on many esoteric studies such as the study of sign spells, name spells, and language spells.

This makes it almost impossible to copy, and has the ability to locate and ensure the loyalty of subordinates.

And Draco's current situation is to trigger the so-called loyalty-ensure function. This function is very interesting. As long as the person who has been painted with the Dark Mark wants to betray Voldemort, he will be burned by the Dark Mark. The only way to avoid this is to use Occlumency to deceive the Mark of the Dark, apart from maintaining permanent loyalty.

It's just that the application conditions of the latter are very harsh. Even Snape, the recognized master of Occlumency, is often burned, not to mention Draco.

He must have persuaded Mike about the alliance plan just now, otherwise he wouldn't be burned!

"Tsk tsk tsk! You look like a dog now, Malfoy." Zhou Hong sneered, "Is this your reward for surrendering to Voldemort? It's really funny!"

Draco glared at Zhou Hong. He was afraid of Mike but looked down on Zhou Hong. Normally, he would have yelled at him, but now he has no time to worry about anything else.

Draco's tragic wailing lasted for nearly half an hour before it stopped. It wasn't that Draco abandoned the idea of ​​betrayal in his heart, but that the magic power in the Dark Mark was exhausted, and then it would slowly slow down. It absorbs Draco's own magic to replenish himself, and it will trigger again if Draco is still thinking of betrayal after the recharge is complete.

Draco lay on the floor like a puddle of mud, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Mike outside the cell nodded slightly. Draco didn't say anything too embarrassing just now.

He twisted his neck and laughed slowly as he listened to the clicking sound from the joints.

"Draco Malfoy, you see, this is what happens when you throw yourself into Voldemort. That third-rate Dark Lord is completely insane. He will only take you guys into destruction."

Draco didn't speak, the torture just now exhausted all his strength, and he needs to rest now.

Mike continued:

"I could have laughed and watched you gradually die, but now, I am willing to give you a chance, a chance to continue the Malfoy family!"

As soon as these words came out, Draco, who had been paralyzed on the ground like a dead dog, changed his eyes. He struggled to raise his head and stared at Mike with dissatisfied bloodshot eyes. It was only then that Mike realized that German There was blood slowly flowing from the corner of Laco's mouth. He should have bit his tongue accidentally when he was tortured just now.

This situation is very common, so usually when Mike tortures or interrogates someone, he puts a hard wooden stick in the person's mouth to prevent the other party from biting his tongue in two.

Draco didn't bleed much, so Mike didn't care too much, he slowly leaned down, looked into Draco's eyes and said:

"Go kill Dumbledore, and then, I will give you a retreat, a retreat that can follow us to the United States."

Draco's pupils dilated sharply, and after a while, his breathing gradually calmed down.

He stared at Mike, and finally grinned and said:

"Wo Puxin, you are so proud."

His two rows of white teeth had long been stained red with blood, and his voice was muffled by the injury to his tongue, but Mike could sense his determination.

This determination made Mike's face lose his smile. He stood up straight with no expression, looked down at Draco with eyes like a bug, and said:

"Not too stupid. But, cooperate or die, you don't have a third option. So, what's your choice?"

Hearing this, Draco smiled, very arrogantly. He seemed to know that his mouth was bad now, so he was deliberately disgusting Mike and Zhou Hong, grinning desperately to reveal the two rows of blood and squeaking straight teeth.

But he couldn't laugh anymore, because Zhou Hong had already pulled out his wand. Draco believed that if he dared to laugh again, the other party would mercilessly cast a life-suppressing curse on him. You can see it in the grim expression.

As for Zhou Hong's life-threatening curse, Draco never doubted it at all. Zhou Hong is a famous genius of the new generation of Gryffindor Academy, and such a character is so close to Mike, the three unforgivable The curse will definitely work.

So, Draco immediately closed his mouth and put his hands in front of his face and said eagerly:

"Don't! Don't! Don't! I'll cooperate! I'll do whatever you ask me to do! Let him put his wand down!"

Mike and Zhou Hong both laughed, Mike squatted down again and stretched out his hand to Draco, while Zhou Hong continued to point at Draco with his wand.

"Then, let's sign the contract."

Hearing Mike's words, a trace of struggle flashed in Draco's eyes, but he quickly reacted, crawling to the fence and holding Mike's outstretched hand.

As Mike slowly read out the specific content of the oath, Draco's face became worse and worse, and the content of Mike's contract was really too much.

It not only requires Draco to keep everything that happened in the past few days and everything that follows, but also requires Draco to obey all orders from Mike for a whole year.

This is simply a bargain!

But Draco gritted his teeth and finally repeated what Mike said.

Isn't it just one year? He was still able to eat.

As the two finished their vows, Zhou Hong, who was beside him, also put his wand on the hands they held together.

A golden thread of light flowed out from the tip of the staff, and slowly wrapped around their torso like vines along their hands, and finally disappeared into their bodies.

"Oath."

Draco slowly let go of his hand and leaned against the iron railing with his eyes blank - he had just sold his soul.

"Okay, don't make that shitty look. Now let's talk about killing Dumbledore."

Draco slowly raised his eyes and looked at Mike who was talking.

However, he saw that Mike was constantly using his wand to use the cleansing spell on his right hand that he had just held with him, and the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.

The corners of Draco's eyes twitched, but instead of being angry, he was a little ashamed.

After all, he is also a person with a good noble education and a slight cleanliness. Even if he exchanges with Mike, he will do it himself, after all, he is too dirty now.

"Well, you can do what you want to do. Anyway, I don't have a clue right now."

Mike glanced at Draco, and he felt that the other party seemed to have completely turned into a salted fish now.

But he was not interested in talking nonsense with Draco anymore, and said directly:

"There's a vanishing cabinet in the Borgin Bocks in Knockturn Alley, and you're going to get him back over the Christmas break."

As soon as these words came out, Draco's eyes lit up. He looked at Mike with piercing eyes, and asked in disbelief:

"Isn't it? Could it be that you have..."

"That's right," Mike smiled, "just what you think."