Chapter 750: The Sun Shines in the Sky

Wizards drinking in the Leaky Cauldron often say: You will never see a Malfoy at a crime scene, even if the wand used to commit the crime is covered with their fingerprints.

Lucius Malfoy thinks this statement is illogical. They will not leave behind any wands covered with fingerprints. If the Aurors handling the case are smart enough, they may be able to find Galleons covered with fingerprints from the murderer or his home.

But what does that mean?

Most of the gold Galleons in England have flowed into the Malfoy family's vault, and most officials in the Ministry of Magic hold Galleons covered with Malfoy's fingerprints.

Since the ancestor Armand Malfoy came to England, gained the trust of King William I, and used the land granted by the king to build the Wiltshire manor, Malfoy's descendants have lived here for a full ten centuries, and Malfoy's wealth has always influenced the wizards in this land.

For a long time, the Malfoy family straddled Muggles and wizards. They sold the idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy to pure-blood wizards and showed the mystery of magic to Muggles. By influencing the dignitaries of both sides, they continuously absorbed wealth and power, constantly annexed the surrounding Muggle land, expanded large-scale estates, and successfully got involved in Muggle currency and assets, becoming one of the richest wizard families in the UK. The hereditary title was within reach. There was once a Malfoy who almost married Elizabeth I, although he failed in the end.

During the solicitation stage of the "Draft of the Preliminary Implementation Opinions on the Statute of Secrecy", the Malfoy family expressed strong opposition. After all, there were many mixed-bloods in their family tree, including a Squib, who had made brilliant achievements in Muggle society.

But in 1692, the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy" was successfully passed. They quickly cut off all previous ties with Muggle dignitaries and clearly supported the idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy.

Since then, the Malfoy family began to use their wealth to hide in the dark and exert influence on the newly established British Ministry of Magic. The Malfoy family has no interest in ministerial positions. They prefer to play the role of real power behind the throne, which allows them to avoid paying the price for wrong decisions.

Although no Malfoy has ever served as a minister, the Malfoy family is deeply involved in almost every ministerial election, funding candidates close to Malfoy, spending money to suppress opponents, and spreading rumors to discredit other candidates. These are just the most common means.

The influence of the Malfoy family has been revealed several times.

The earliest one can be traced back to the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic, the Wizards' Council period. In the 14th century, Nicholas Malfoy used the plague as an excuse to kill many Muggle tenants who angered him, and successfully escaped the trial of the Wizards' Council;

More recently, in the late 18th century, Septimus Malfoy exerted the family's influence to the extreme. He successfully manipulated the ministerial election and promulgated many policies in line with the family's interests through the Ministry of Magic, so that many wizards believed that the then Minister Anxieth Osbert was just a puppet of Malfoy;

The most recent one was thirty years ago, when Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's father, was suspected of participating in the conspiracy to murder the then Minister Nobby Leach, causing the first Muggle-born Minister to resign due to illness.

Lucius had experienced the most glorious era of the Malfoy family. Even the so-called Minister of Magic was just a tool they manipulated. He followed his father's teachings and enrolled in Hogwarts with the belief of expanding the family's wealth and power. He successfully joined Slytherin and became a core figure of the Death Eaters shortly after graduation.

From the late 1970s to the early 1980s, he used his family's wealth and connections to help Voldemort, and at the same time, he made more money with the help of Voldemort's growing power. In the summer of 1980, he also welcomed his own child...

Everything went smoothly as if it was a dream, a dream of drinking the Felicity Potion. Lucius believed that he would be on par with or even surpass the Malfoy ancestors in the family tree, and let the younger generations be proud of the Malfoy surname.

Just one year later, the dream was shattered.

Voldemort fell unexpectedly, and the situation in the magic world changed dramatically. Lucius had to face the review and liquidation of the Ministry of Magic. He quickly exerted the influence of the Malfoy family and took the initiative to clarify the matter under the pretext of the Imperius Curse, avoiding the accusation and prison life.

The bet on Voldemort failed, and the family wealth suffered losses in order to escape the trial. What's worse, Dumbledore paid attention to the Malfoy family, and Lucius could no longer manipulate the ministerial election. The high officials who came to power at that time were all factions that hated the Death Eaters. They were unwilling to make a deal with the Malfoy family, so Lucius had to hide and gradually fade out of the power center.

Until Voldemort was resurrected and the nightmare came.

"..."

The apron was shining with magic light everywhere, and the green flames were burning quietly on the water surface. Whether it was the tenacious moss growing in the cracks of the ground or the water ants flying in the rain, they would die immediately if they were slightly touched by the flames. However, for adult wizards, those randomly scattered spells or the ominous flames spreading everywhere were not aimed at him.

Lucius, who was pampered, had average practical performance in school. Although he joined the Death Eaters after graduation, he almost never fought with anyone head-on and was not good at magic duels at all. He only thought about improving his strength after Voldemort's fall, and hoarded a batch of cursed items and dark magic books. He didn't learn them when he was energetic when he was young, and his body and mental strength were not good when he reached middle age. He procrastinated for more than ten years and learned nothing.

A few years ago, the Ministry of Magic conducted a crackdown and the collection was sold to Borgin and Burke.

He was good at sizing up situations and planning conspiracies. A head-on duel with a wand was not as good as a trainee Auror. Lucius suspected that the Malfoy family did not have this talent. A melee between the two sides was about to break out. The other Death Eaters were rushing forward, so he immediately stayed away. The central battlefield, and avoiding everyone's eyes, quietly walked around to the terminal exit.

Rookwood also had the same idea. He fought with Scrimgeour for several minutes. The battlefield he was on was filled with mist, and the ghost flames interfered with his vision. The slightly lame minister quickly lost his target and joined other Death Eaters. Fighting together.

Lucius was worried about encountering an Auror, so he groped forward fearfully. The facilities at the Muggle airport were very complete. There was a route map at almost every corner, and the arrow pattern pointed to the exit, which was concise and clear. Rookwood was faster, moving nimbly through the corridors and around the marble columns...

A few minutes later, the two Death Eaters met at the corner of the corridor. They were destined to meet each other. They are both smart people. The exit was already in sight. If they escape, they can escape Voldemort and escape the pursuit of Aurors...

Rookwood said nothing, and Lucius silently looked away. The two of them gripped their wands and trotted towards the exit.

Just as the two of them gradually increased their speed, they heard a clear female voice:

“[The slide is mediocre]”

"[Phantom Stone Slab]"

After two consecutive spells, the two Death Eaters had no time to react. The corridor under their feet suddenly turned into a smooth ramp. The two were too fast to stop. They were immediately pushed by the inertia and slid over, rolling twice on the ground. , hit the stone slab turned into the glass door opposite, spread out his limbs, tilted his head, and closed his eyes.

Lucius heard footsteps around him, about the size of an Auror team, so he gave up the struggle completely and began to think about how to get away with it if he was tried in the MACUSA trial... Lucius's thoughts were interrupted, and the next sound sounded The voice was somewhat familiar.

Loren and Hermione lowered their heads to look at the Death Eaters lying on the ground. They might have been intermarrying in the pure-blood circle for a long time. The Malfoy family's genes were relatively single, and their facial features were too obvious, especially the platinum blond hair, and their facial features were also somewhat similar.

The members of the Auror Team of MACUSA took away the wands of the two people and were about to tie them up and take them into custody. Loren raised his hand to stop them: "This person does not need to be detained. He is from our side."

Pickley hesitated slightly, tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly felt that many things were explained. He motioned to others to take Rookwood down. The spy lurking within the Death Eaters stayed here.

"No wonder you can master the intelligence of the Death Eaters, no wonder you can set up ambush plans, and the whereabouts of their strongholds. I thought it was only old Crabbe. You British wizards are really..."

There may be some misunderstanding, but it is difficult to explain.

Loren was silent for a moment and said calmly: "It's all Dumbledore's plan."

Hearing this, Pickley and Nancy were stunned for a moment, and gained a new understanding of the affable principal of their friend school.

Hermione glanced at him quietly. This heroic witch had just cast two spells to knock down two Death Eaters, and now her eyes were a little complicated.

The sound of broken glass came from the direction of the tarmac, and the sound of fierce fighting there suddenly became much clearer. From time to time, the screams of witches could be heard, and Moody yelled for warning at the top of his voice, and the floor beneath his feet was shaking slightly.

"Harry's side is at a disadvantage."

Pickley came back to his senses and turned to look at Loren: "We received the news and will not interfere in your fight. What about you and Principal Dumbledore? Why don't you take action?"

Loren cast his gaze towards the center of the battlefield and said softly: "We are waiting for the opportunity."

"What time?"

"The timing of Harry's death."

…

The green flames that were scattered everywhere gradually dimmed, which was a sign that the caster was concentrating on fighting the enemy and had no time to care about other things. A brilliant light shone in the center of the apron, and the intense curse light illuminated Harry and Voldemort.

The two of them cast long shadows behind each other. They both had cold faces and firm and cold eyes.

Harry looked directly into those scarlet eyes, and then looked at the junction of red and green lights. This picture was undoubtedly beautiful, like the gorgeous aurora on TV, the night in the misty rain, the brilliance of the old enemy's curse, even Voldemort on the opposite side was a little more pleasing to the eye. His pale skin, ordinary wand, and the approaching death curse all showed that death was about to come.

He thought he would be determined and calm in his heart, but with death right in front of him, Harry was still inevitably a little nervous. The raindrops falling on his body were getting colder and colder, the life-threatening green light was getting more and more dazzling, and his fear was getting stronger and stronger. Fortunately, it was only at this time that I started to panic, so there was no shameful behavior.

Harry thought this and saw a sneer on the face opposite him.

In a flash of green light, everything disappeared.

"Harry!"

Sirius shouted subconsciously. Even though he had learned the news in the cabin and was prepared, he still shed tears silently when he saw Harry's figure falling slowly. More than ten years later, he still could not accept death calmly. , even if it is a false death.

Voldemort was immersed in joy and joy, removed the magic from his body, and allowed the raindrops to wash away. The cold touch was comforting. He looked down at Harry's body not far away and recited softly:

"One must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot survive, only one survives..."

Suddenly, he stopped, a strange palpitation enveloped his heart, his pores stood up, and his skin wrinkled like snake scales.

Voldemort turned around and paced, looking around in inexplicable panic. He saw the wizards retreating continuously, whether it was the Death Eater slaves, the disgusting Aurors, or the bug-like Order of the Phoenix. Several Aurors were dragged unconscious by The Death Eaters were lagging behind and a little panicked. The lame Scrimgeour and the lame Mad-Eye Moody helped each other away.

What are they afraid of, what are they avoiding?

The moment he looked away, flames suddenly burst out from the ground not far away, and disappeared in a flash. Along with the flames, Harry's body disappeared.

In a daze, the drizzle seemed to have stopped, the cool raindrops disappeared, and the surrounding field of vision became brighter. Voldemort seemed not to notice this. He vaguely remembered this kind of heart palpitations, which were somewhat familiar. He had experienced them before, right here. Easter four months ago.

The Dark Lord who killed his old enemy suddenly opened his eyes wide and his pupils suddenly shrank, showing a look of horror.

The entire sky was covered by blazing fire, as if the blazing sun was shining in the sky at noon in midsummer. The drizzle did not stop, but was evaporated by the high temperature before it fell. There was a halo of rainbow hanging on the edge of the blazing sun, and the field of vision was burned. There are blue and black holes.

The temperature in the entire area is still rising, the rainwater flowing on the ground quickly dries up, and even the fog disappears.

All the wizards retreated in horror. No one could stand under the blazing sun. The asphalt on the tarmac had melted and gradually leveled and covered it. The broken glass of the terminal building melted into a magma-like liquid. It was like a scene of hell on earth. spread out.

Voldemort's robe has been evaporated dry. The high temperature caused air convection and caused the howling wind. The robe rustled, and there was a faint tendency to be ignited. The magic power in Voldemort's body continued to flow out, isolating the high temperature, like a fallen wheat seedling resisting some kind of mighty force of heaven and earth. .

"I have killed my old enemy, and I will never... be knocked down by the same curse!"

A maniacal smile appeared on Voldemort's face. Without thinking about how to apparate, he raised his wand and pointed the tip of the wand at the blazing sun in the sky, or at Loren.

Just when the spells on both sides were about to be released, Voldemort vaguely heard a rough and familiar voice coming from behind him, and he caught a glimpse of that person out of the corner of his eye.

A burly figure, whose skin was cracked by the high temperature, and blood mixed with grease was flowing. There was a faint sign of being ignited, and he rushed towards him like a bear. That was his humble servant——

Old Crabbe.