Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 473: Fooling! Just Fooling!
"I heard that you want to assassinate Dumbledore, right?"

As soon as Mike said this, the muscles at the corners of Draco's eyes began to tremble desperately, and he stammered:
"No! No! I don't... I don't dare! I won't assassinate Dumbledore, I swear! I won't go..."

"Shh!"

Mike made a gesture to keep quiet, and seeing this, Draco quickly covered his mouth tightly, his face full of horror.

Mike nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"No, you have to assassinate Dumbledore, do you understand?"

"Okay, fine... huh? What did you say?"

"I said you must go and assassinate Dumbledore, got it?"

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

Mike stood up straight, lowered his head and sneered at Draco, and said through gritted teeth:
"Because I want Dumbledore dead!"

Draco opened his mouth wide with a look of disbelief on his face. At this moment, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

Mike continued indignantly:

"You have no idea what that old guy did! Why do you think I haven't found the assassin yet? It's because old man Dumbledore protected him! No! They are in the same group!"

"This... this is unlikely, right?"

"What's impossible? Dumbledore seems amiable on the surface, but he's actually a jealous villain! Why do you think Voldemort became the Dark Lord? You know, he applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. He really wanted to teach the young wizards Defense Against the Dark Arts!
But Dumbledore was jealous of his talent. Not only did he reject his request, he even used his power to suppress him, which forced Voldemort into a desperate situation! It can be said that the so-called Dark Lord was completely forced out by Dumbledore!

And now, Dumbledore is targeting me again! He is worried that I will become a wizard more terrible than the Dark Lord in the future! So he wants to nip me in the bud!"

Mike was yelling madly, his roar echoing in the empty cell, causing pain in Draco's eardrums.

Draco didn't care about the pain in his ears. His heart was vibrating more violently than his eardrums.

What Mike said was so shocking that 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 too much time to think. After taking a deep breath, Mike squatted down again, stared at Draco with his bloodshot eyes and said:
"Make a decision quickly. Either sign an unbreakable oath and continue to assassinate Dumbledore, or die here."

Draco fell backwards suddenly. He looked at Mike with horror and muttered quickly:

"But...but, I still don't understand. If Dumbledore dies, who will deal with the Dark Lord? This doesn't make sense!"

Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

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

"Yes, Draco, you are really talented. You succeeded in making me laugh."

Looking at the two people who were laughing non-stop, Draco was confused. He couldn't understand what was so funny.

The two people outside the door finally stopped laughing after a while. Mike took a breath and said to Draco:
"Do you think we are really afraid of Voldemort?"

"It's difficult...isn't it?"

"You are still too naive." Mike shook his head and said, "Compared to the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, is simply a joke. He can only cause trouble within the country of Ying. The Ministry of Magic in other countries does not take him seriously at all. Believe it or not, as long as Voldemort dares to extend his claws to other countries, the Ministry of Magic in Europe and even the world will unite. Haha! In front of a force of that scale, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are just a group of bugs!
To tell you the truth, I have actually already united a large group of pure-blood nobles and started to transfer all the wealth to the United States. It is a very contradictory country, where Muggle-born wizards like me have a very high status, because there, anti-bloodline discrimination is the correct policy!

But at the same time, they also respect the nobles with pure blood, especially the pure-blood nobles from Ying Country. The upper-class wizards of the United States have a natural inferiority complex in front of them. This is easy to understand. The United States was originally formed by a group of robbers and fugitives. They are a group of nouveau riche.

Why do you think Chris and that group of pure-blood nobles suddenly disappeared? They went to the United States to lead the charge for us! Now everything is ready. As long as the situation in Ying Country reaches an irreversible point, I and the remaining people will immediately go to the United States and continue our lives there!"

As Mike spoke, he stood up, his hands raised high, his eyes shining, and his expression fanatical.

Draco in the cell also had a look of longing on his face. It was obvious that he also wanted to live such a life.

Taking a deep breath, Mike slowly withdrew the excitement from his face.

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

"Isn't it tough being around Voldemort?"

"You...what are you talking about!" Draco's pupils shrank sharply, "How is this possible!"

"Stop lying, your expression has told me everything! And now Voldemort is crazy, his mood is unpredictable, and I can totally imagine how he treats his subordinates! Just admit it, he is a very difficult master to serve, if nothing unexpected happens, the Malfoy family is almost being emptied out by him and his men, right? He is just sucking your blood now! Do you expect him to give you several times the return of your current investment after overthrowing the Ministry of Magic? Don't dream! He will just kill you all!"

"No! He won't do that! No... ah! It hurts!"

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

The corner of Mike's mouth curled up even more, he knew exactly what was happening.

The Dark Mark is not just a tattoo used to indicate identity. It is a sophisticated magic developed by Voldemort based on many profound disciplines such as symbol magic, name magic, language magic, etc.

This makes it almost impossible to copy, and has the function of positioning and ensuring the loyalty of subordinates.

Draco's current situation has triggered the so-called loyalty-ensuring function. This function is very interesting. Anyone who has been marked with the Dark Mark will be burned by the Dark Mark if he or she has the intention of betraying Voldemort. To avoid this situation, apart from maintaining permanent loyalty, the only way is to use the brain-enhancing technique to deceive the Dark Mark.

However, the application conditions of the latter are very harsh. Even Snape, the recognized master of brain occlumency, is often burned, not to mention Draco.

He must have been persuaded by the alliance plan that Mike mentioned just now, otherwise he would not have been burned!

"Tsk tsk tsk! You look like a dog now, Malfoy." Zhou Hong sneered, "Is this the reward for your surrender to Voldemort? It's really funny!" Draco glared at Zhou Hong. He was afraid of Mike but looked down on Zhou Hong. If it were usual, he would have cursed at him, but now he was in so much pain that he had no time to care about anything else.

Draco's miserable wail lasted for nearly half an hour before it stopped. It was not that Draco had given up the idea of ​​betrayal in his heart, but that the magic power in the Dark Mark was exhausted. Next, it would slowly absorb Draco's own magic power to replenish itself. After the charging was completed, it would be triggered again if Draco still had the idea of ​​betrayal.

Draco lay on the floor like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Mike outside the cell nodded slightly. Draco didn't say anything too embarrassing just now and still had some backbone. Mike was quite satisfied with this.

He twisted his neck, listened to the crackling sound of the joints, and slowly laughed.

"Draco Malfoy, you see, this is the end of joining Voldemort. That third-rate Dark Lord is completely crazy. He will only lead people like you into destruction."

Draco didn't say anything. The torture just now had exhausted all his strength and he needed to rest now.

Mike continued:
"I could have watched you gradually go to extinction with a smile, 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 lying on the ground like a dead dog, changed his expression. He struggled to raise his head and stared at Mike with bloodshot eyes. It was not until then that Mike realized that blood was slowly flowing from the corner of Draco's mouth. He must have accidentally bitten his tongue when he was tortured just now.

This situation is very common, so when Mike is torturing or interrogating someone, he will put a hard wooden stick in the person's mouth to prevent the person from biting his tongue in half.

Draco's bleeding was not much, so Mike didn't care too much. He slowly leaned over, looked into Draco's eyes and said:

"Go and kill Dumbledore, and then I will give you a way out, a way to follow us to the United States."

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

He stared at Mike intently, and finally grinned and said:
"Wo Puxin, you have such a bold heart."

His two rows of white teeth had long been stained red with blood, and his voice became unclear due to the injury to his tongue, but Mike could feel his determination.

This determination wiped the smile off Mike's face. He stood up straight with an expressionless face, looked down at Draco as if he was looking at a worm and said:
"Not too stupid. But, either cooperate or die. You don't have a third option. So, what is your choice?"

Hearing this, Draco laughed, and his laugh was very arrogant. He seemed to know that his mouth was in a terrible condition so he deliberately tried to disgust Mike and Zhou Hong by grinning hard, revealing his two rows of neat teeth that were bleeding.

But he soon stopped laughing because Zhou Hong had already drawn his wand. Draco believed that if he dared to laugh again, the other party would mercilessly cast a killing curse on him, which could be seen from Zhou Hong's ferocious expression.

As for whether Zhou Hong could cast the Killing Curse, Draco had never doubted it. Zhou Hong was a well-known new generation genius of Gryffindor College. Such a person was so close to Mike, so he must have known the three unforgivable curses.

So, Draco immediately closed his mouth, put his hands in front of his face and said anxiously:
"No! No! No! I'll cooperate! I'll do whatever you tell me to do! Make him put his wand down now!"

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

"Then let's sign the contract."

Hearing Mike's words, a trace of struggle flashed in Draco's eyes, but he quickly reacted, crawled to the fence, and held the hand that Mike extended.

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

Not only did Draco have to keep a secret about what had happened in the past few days and everything that followed, he was also required to obey all of Mike's orders for a whole year.

This is simply a contract of selling one's body!

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

It's just one year, isn't it? He can handle it.

As the two finished their oaths, Zhou Hong placed his wand on their clasped hands.

Golden threads of light flowed out from the tip of the staff, slowly winding along the two men's hands like vines, and slowly wrapping around their torsos, and finally disappearing into their bodies.

"I promise."

Draco slowly loosened his hands and leaned against the iron railing with lifeless eyes - he had just sold his soul.

"Okay, stop looking like you've been fucked. Now let's talk about killing Dumbledore."

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

But he saw Mike using his wand to cast cleansing spells on the right hand that he had just shaken hands with, and there was an expression of disgust on his face.

Draco's eyes twitched, but he didn't feel angry, but rather ashamed.

After all, he is a person who has received a good aristocratic education and has a slight mysophobia. Even if he and Mike switched places, he would do the same, after all, he is too dirty now.

"Well, whatever you say, just do it. Anyway, I have no idea at the moment."

Mike glanced at Draco and felt that he seemed to have become a complete loser.

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

"There is a Vanishing Cabinet in Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley. Go get it during the Christmas holidays."

Draco's eyes lit up as soon as he heard this. He looked at Mike with sharp eyes and asked in disbelief:

"No way? Could it be that you have..."

"Yeah," Mike laughed, "It's just what you think."

(End of this chapter)