Chapter 617 Transaction Content

The candlelit Christmas was over, and 1995 was coming to an end. As the wizards were preparing to welcome the New Year, a grand ball was held at Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire.

The brightly lit manor exudes all kinds of dazzling brilliance. When every invited guest walks into the hall, they can't help but sigh, how beautiful this place is!

Magic candles float in the air, and the giant chandelier hanging high on the dome is inlaid with hundreds of prisms. Diamonds, red sapphires, and various colors of light from the flame are received and reflected, reflecting everything in the hall, including the hard and smooth floor. It's as bright as glass.

There are dozens of portraits of old wizards hanging on the walls. They look at the guests with a warm and hospitable smile. They occasionally chat with a few people nearby and chat about a few interesting things about a certain old man in their ancestors, which shows the Malfoy family's richness. foundation.

As the hourly bell rang, the well-known musicians stood on the platform and began to adjust the strings, with well-paid smiles on their faces. At a quiet moment, the big violin, accordion, banjo and bone piano played They all played together, and the beautiful waltz began to flow.

"I asked Draco to stay in the room. When Mrs. Bosted asked, I said he stayed at school for Christmas and didn't come back..." Narcissa wore a thin velvet ribbon around her waist and a dark embroidered shawl. The scarf hung casually on her arm, she whispered into her husband's ear, and then joined the group of chatting and laughing ladies.

Lucius nodded. They just performed an opening dance as the host of the banquet. No longer willing to put themselves in the spotlight, they quietly retreated to the edge of the hall.

His eyes swept around the room and landed on Cornelius Fudge not far away. Then he walked over and greeted with a gentle and polite smile: "Hello, Cornelius."

"Oh, Lucius, this party is so perfect!" Fudge smiled brightly as soon as he saw him. "I don't know how to thank you. I haven't attended a decent ball for at least a whole year."

Lucius smiled and nodded: "Too many things happened in the past day. It is for this reason that I held this year-end dance. I hope we can say goodbye to these troubles once and for all."

"Exactly right!" Fudge agreed loudly.

Lucius raised his glass in time and touched it gently with the goblet in his hand. The two of them laughed and drank a large gulp of wine, the smiles on their faces getting even stronger.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the wine glass in Fudge's hand. The champagne had bottomed out. An unnatural blush appeared on the man's swollen cheeks. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he stared at the girls in the field with a smile on his face - —

They wore dresses as beautiful as fairies, with skirt rings that held up the hems to make them fluffy and soft, and lace-trimmed trousers looming under the skirts. There were also young witches who confidently showed off their smooth and slender calves, exposing their round and thin shoulders, trimmed with lace. Under the lotus leaf neckline, the outline of the plump and white breasts is a bit dazzling.

Lucius smiled and stepped aside, a cold light flashing in his gray-blue eyes:

"Fudge has completely let down his guard, but to be on the safe side, he should be allowed to drink some more spiced wine..."

Putting the wine glass on the tray in the hand of the elf in the corner, Lucius avoided everyone's eyes, quietly went upstairs, opened the door and entered a secluded room - Severus Snape's exclusive room in Malfoy Manor. Room.

The furnishings in the room are very monotonous. Apart from a few chairs and a sofa, there is only a square mahogany console, which is filled with heavy utensils of various materials and shapes, including heavy copper crucibles, slender Oak spoons, tiny ceramic vials and sparkling crystal test tubes...

Compared to the bright lights downstairs, this room seemed a little dim. The quietly burning flame in the fireplace was the main lighting source. The melody of music below came up through the floor, mixed with the sound of rustling dance steps, which was weak and ethereal.

The green dragon wood sofa was very soft, and Snape sat quietly on the sofa, his gloomy and stern face immersed in the dim shadows, but his dark eyes were so bright that Lucius felt a little shuddering, thinking that this professor He looks more and more like the Dark Lord.

"Lucius?" Snape sat up straight, his grayish-yellow and somewhat pale face emerged from the shadows, and his slightly longer hair draped on both sides of his scalp like a curtain, "What a surprise, you are not enjoying yourself down there. What are you doing here at the dance?"

"Severus, I need some potions to completely disarm Fudge..."

"The medicine bottle with the black label on the table, you can take it yourself."

"..."

Lucius got the potion without much effort, and just when he turned around to leave, driven by some inexplicable thought, he stopped, turned around, came to Snape, and sat down.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he whispered: "Severus, can I talk to you?"

Snape raised his eyebrows and asked flatly, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Lucius sighed dejectedly: "Maybe I shouldn't say this, Severus, but you are a smart man. You should understand that it is difficult for us to win. Although the Dark Lord is still powerful, we are old. , Rookwood and the others are old, not to mention the Lestrange family of lunatics... We must find a way out."

"I don't think so." Snape's eyes flashed and he said with a hint of sarcasm, "Not everyone is like you. Their bodies gradually age, they abandon their beliefs, and their souls become decayed and lifeless. Not seeking progress...

"Death Eaters will also be joined by new forces. They are young, their bodies are still growing, their magic power is growing every moment, and their souls and bodies are full of vitality..." He leaned back on the chair, his thin lips He gave a cold smile:

"Like my dear student, Draco!"

Lucius took a breath of air, as if he had poured cold water on his head, and his face suddenly turned pale: "My son...my only son...Severus..."

Snape observed his expression and whispered in a voice like the sound of viscous liquid boiling in a cauldron: "Draco should be proud. The Dark Lord named him to come back to this family for Christmas and let him participate in this plan." , just to give him the opportunity to prove his ability in Knockturn Alley, this is a very high honor..."

Lucius's cheeks lost color and gradually became paler. His lips moved as he explained: "This is to warn me. This is to punish me for my mistakes. I lost the Dark Lord's diary, so he chose it." Draco, my son..."

"So are you going to refuse this honor?" Snape said coldly.

Lucius almost didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and explained with some stuttering: "I mean, he is still too young, and he does not have the ability to take on this honor yet... Severus, please You, you have always been and are Draco's favorite teacher, and we are also old friends. I beg you, as the Dark Lord's most proud and trusted confidant, can you talk to him..."

"The Dark Lord cannot be persuaded. I will not be stupid enough to try this..." Snape's eyes were scorching. Just when Lucius couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly changed his words, "But I can save him in other ways."

Lucius's face lit up and he looked at him expectantly.

"But it will cost you." Snape said slowly.

"..."

The bubbles in the crucible burst, and the boiling deadly poison turned into steam and escaped, exuding a rich sweet smell.

…

Knockturn Alley.

The day on which the plan will be implemented.

Snapa, who was wearing a cloak and a hood, led another figure who was also dressed but obviously shorter in stature through the dark and narrow alley. He glanced at the sign of a shop on the roadside and pulled him to squeeze in. Store door and enter the spacious store.

Snape glanced at the items displayed on the shelf, quickly looked away, and rang the bell on the counter: "If you don't want to die here, you'd better follow my arrangements, Draco!"

The shorter figure raised his head, revealing a slightly childish face: "I thought we should be with Aunt Bella, sir..."

"If you want to spend the next few years in Azkaban, I have no objection." Snape said quietly.

"..." Draco realized something keenly and showed a thoughtful expression.

The dim store fell into silence for a moment, with the faint whisper of dark magic items coming from the shelves and corners, ferocious masks staring down on the wall, and various human bones and rusty bones on the counter. Teeth-like instruments hung from the ceiling. In the glass box next to it, the joints of withered human hands clicked. A stack of blood-stained playing cards seemed to be moved by invisible hands. The sluggish glass eyeballs were stared at at some point. got them.

A hunched man slowly walked out of the back room. He didn't care when he looked at the two people wearing clothes that concealed their whereabouts. He smoothed back his shiny hair with his hands and said, "Welcome, what can I do for you?"

"It's me, Borgin." Snape lifted his hood and revealed his face.

"Oh, Mr. Snape, long time no see!" Borgin deliberately made a surprise tone, smooth and sharp, "Your works haven't appeared on the market for a long time. I thought you would give up. See you again. You are so pleasant. Is there anything I can help you with? Whether it is consignment or collecting rare medicinal materials, my prices will not disappoint you. ”

"I'm not doing any potions trading today, Mr. Borgin. I'm here to store things."

"Storing things?" The smile on Bojin's face decreased slightly. "This is not within the scope of our store. Maybe you should go to Gringotts and ask."

"A pint of Felixir will last about half a day," Snape said simply.

"It's a great honor!" Bo Jin's voice once again exuded a high tone of surprise, "Excuse me, what do you need to deposit?"

"Storage..." Snape drawled his voice slightly, and slowly turned sideways to look at the students beside him, "Alone."

Draco had already noticed something was wrong when he heard these words. Before he could react, he only heard a [fainting] spell ringing in his ears, and then lost consciousness.

On this day, the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic was attacked, and many Death Eaters appeared in Knockturn Alley.

The Daily Prophet reported that Dumbledore defeated the mysterious man again, and many Death Eaters were arrested, including the famous wealthy Malfoy couple.

…

In the renovated temporary prison room at the bottom of the Ministry of Magic, Lucius held his wife in one hand and his son in the other. There was a faint glimmer of water in his eyes. He choked unconsciously, but a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Malfoy family never does business at a loss. This business is indeed worth doing. He even felt a little regretful. He hesitated at that time. If he could be more decisive and offer a higher price, not only Draco, but also Narcissa might be able to escape.

Narcissa was inexplicably flustered. She tightly grasped her husband's hand and asked anxiously: "What deal, what debt, didn't our family's business stop a long time ago?"

Lucius trembled and held his wife's slender hand back. He said in a hoarse voice: "This is a very cost-effective business... Before the action started that day, in order to save Draco, I was willing to pay something, my freedom, my body..."

Draco raised his head suddenly, his expression was horrified. He wanted to say something in a panic, but he couldn't say anything. He could only stubbornly protect his parents behind him and stared at the strange wizard vigilantly with a determined look.

It seemed that as long as that man took a step forward, she would die with him.

Narcissa sobbed softly.

"Are you crazy?" Loren rolled his eyes. "When did I want your body? I just want a piece of your flesh."

"Ah? Ah!"

"Stop it. Let's get started. I have prepared bone-growing spirit, white fresh essence, vitality tonic potion and some anesthetics...painless and minimally invasive, guaranteeing a good prognosis."

"..."

The Malfoys looked at each other and fell into silence.

Draco stared at the man thoughtfully, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

...

Lucius watched the man muttering and taking out a syringe, injecting some white unknown liquid into his hand. A strange touch spread, and it was a little painful at first, but there was no feeling afterwards.

While injecting, Loren said: "Licardoine, dental anesthetic, the dosage is according to the book, it is not guaranteed to be completely painless."

Lucius: "..."

"【God of War】"

"【Quick Healing】"

Narcissa stood silently beside Draco, hugging him. The sad atmosphere just now was gone, and she even felt a little subtle.

Seeing the little finger of the left hand suddenly separated from the palm, the three of them were shocked, but before they could exclaim, the white fresh essence was taken internally and externally, and half a bottle of bone spirit was poured in. The tiny wound healed quickly and began to grow white and pink bone, fresh granulation and skin again.

Lucius gently touched the new little finger, which was a little sensitive and still very small. It would take several hours for it to grow out completely.

Loren put the broken finger into a special box and reminded: "Rest well these days, don't engage in high-intensity physical labor, don't eat raw, cold and greasy food..."