Harry Potter Raven's Claw

"I heard that you are going to assassinate Dumbledore, are you?"

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

"No! No! I don't... dare no more! I won't go assassinate Dumbledore, I swear! I won't go..."

"Shh!"

Mike made a ban on voice gesture, and seeing this, Draco hurriedly covered his mouth tightly, looking terrified.

Mike nodded with satisfaction and continued:

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

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

"I said you have to assassinate Dumbledore, do you know?"

"I know...I know, but...Why?"

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

"Because I want Dumbledore to die!"

Draco's mouth was open, his face full of disbelief. At this moment, he even doubted whether something was wrong with his ears.

And Mike continued to say indignantly:

"You don't know what that old guy did! Why do you think I haven't found that assassin yet? It's because that old man Dumbledore has covered him up! No! They are all in the same group!"

"This...is unlikely?"

"What's impossible! Dumbledore's old guy appears to be amiable, but in fact he is a jealous villain! Why do you think Voldemort became the Dark King? You know that he applied to be a professor of the Dark Magic Defense Class at Hogwarts. He really wanted to teach the little wizards the dark magic defense technique!

But Dumbledore was jealous of his talent. Not only did he refuse his request, but he even used his power to suppress him, which forced Voldemort into a dead end! It can be said that the so-called Dark King was completely forced out by Dumbledore!

And now, Dumbledore pointed his finger at me again! He was worried that I would become a wizard who was even more terrifying than the Dark Lord in the future! So he wanted me to strangle to death in the bud!"

Mike shouted wildly, his roar echoing in the empty prison, shocking Draco's eardrums hurt.

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

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

Mike didn't give him much time to think. After eased his breath, Mike squatted down again, staring at Draco with his blood-cold and red eyes and said:

"Make a decision quickly, either sign an unbreakable oath and continue to assassinate Dumbledore, or die here."

Draco fell backwards suddenly, and he looked at Mike in horror, muttering quickly:

"But...but, I still can't figure it out. 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 they burst into laughter.

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

"Yes, Draco, you are such a talent. You have successfully made me laugh."

Looking at the two people laughing endlessly, Draco was confused. He couldn't figure out what was funny about this.

The two outside the door smiled for a while and finally calmed down. Mike breathed a sigh of relief and said to Draco:

"Do you think we are really afraid of Voldemort?"

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

"You are still too naive." Mike shook his head and said, "Compared with the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, is simply a joke. He can only make a fuss in the territory of Yingguo. The other GJ's Ministry of Magic did not take him seriously at all. Do you believe it or not? As long as Voldemort dares to extend his claws to other GJs, the Ministry of Magic in Europe and the world will unite. Haha! In the face of that scale, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are just a group of bugs!

Let me tell you the truth. I have actually joined forces with a large group of pure-blooded nobles and began to transfer all my wealth to the United States. It was a very contradictory gj. There is a very high status of wizards like me who are from Muggle-born, because anti-blood discrimination is correct there!

But at the same time, they also respect the nobles with pure blood, especially the pure-blood nobles from Yingguo. The upper-class wizards in the United States 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 nouveau riche.

Why do you think Chris and that large group of pure-blooded nobles suddenly disappeared? They went to the United States to take the lead in the battle! Now everything is ready. As long as the situation in Yingguo has reached an irreversible level, some of the remaining people will go to the United States immediately and continue our lives there!"

As Mike spoke, he stood up, his hands were raised, his eyes were shining with a fanatical expression.

Draco in the cell also looked longing, and it was obvious that he wanted to live such a life.

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

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

"Is it a bad time to stay with Voldemort?"

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

"Stop lying, your expression has told me everything! And Voldemort is crazy now, he is moody, I can imagine his attitude towards his subordinates! Just admit that he is a very difficult master to serve. If nothing unexpected happens, the Malfoy family is almost emptied by him and his subordinates, right? He is sucking your blood now! Do you expect him to give you several times the return on your investment now after overthrowing the Ministry of Magic? Don't dream! He will only kill you all!"

"No! He won't do this! No...ah! It hurts so much!"

Draco muttered to himself in a daze, but when he was halfway through his speech, he suddenly covered his right forearm with pain, and rolled on the ground with screams.

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

The black magic mark and a tattoo that is used simply to indicate identity are advanced magic developed by Voldemort based on many profound esoteric traits such as logos, name cursives, and language cursives.

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

Draco's current situation triggers the so-called guaranteed loyalty function. This function is very interesting. As long as the person who has been labeled with the black demon mark, he will be burned by the black demon mark whenever he wants to betray Voldemort. If you want to avoid this situation, you can only use brain closure technique to deceive the black demon mark.

However, the application conditions of the latter are very harsh. Even Snape, the recognized master of brain closure, is often burned, let alone Tedraco.

He must have been talking about the alliance plan that Mike said 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 resignation to Voldemort? It's really funny!"

Draco glared at Zhou Hong. He was afraid of Mike but looked down on Zhou Hong. If he had always been cursing, but now he had no time to care about anything else.

Draco's miserable cry lasted for nearly half an hour before it stopped. This was not that Draco had abandoned the idea of ​​betrayal in his heart, but that the magic power in the black magic mark was exhausted. Next, it will slowly absorb Draco's own magic power to replenish itself. When the charge is over, it will trigger it again if Draco still has the intention to betray.

Draco lay on the floor like a pool of mud, gasping for breath, his clothes were soaked in sweat.

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

He twisted his neck and smiled slowly as he heard the clicking sound from the joints.

"Draco Malfoy, you see it. This is the end of Voldemort. The third-rate Dark Lord is completely crazy. He will only lead you guys to destroy."

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

And Mike continued:

"I could have smiled and watched you gradually destruction, but now, I am willing to give you a chance, an opportunity to continue the Malfoy family!"

As soon as this said, Draco, who was originally lying on the ground like a dead dog, changed his eyes. He struggled to raise his head and stared at Mike with dissatisfied eyes. It was not until this time that Mike discovered that blood was slowly flowing down the corner of Draco's mouth. He must have bitten open his tongue when he was tortured just now.

This situation is very common, so when Mike tortures or interrogates others, he will put a hardwood stick into the person's mouth to prevent the other party from biting his tongue in two pieces.

Draco didn't have much bleeding, so Mike didn't care too much. He slowly bent down and looked at Draco's eyes and said:

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

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

He stared at Mike tightly, and finally he smiled and said:

"Wupuxin, you have such a proud heart."

His two rows of white teeth had long been dyed red by blood, and his voice became vague due to the injury to his tongue, but Mike felt his determination.

This determination made Mike's face lose his smile. He stood up straight with an expressionless face, looking down at Draco with a look that looked like a bug and said:

"It's not too stupid. But, either 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 deliberately disgusted Mike and Zhou Hong, grinning desperately revealing the two neat teeth that were grinning.

However, he couldn't laugh soon because Zhou Hong had already pulled out his wand. Draco believed that if he dared to laugh, the other party would definitely send him a life-seeking curse without mercy. This can be seen from Zhou Hong's hideous expression.

As for whether Zhou Hong will have a life-seeking curse, Draco never doubted this at all. Zhou Hong is a famous new generation genius in the Gryffindor Academy. Such a person is so close to Mike, so he will definitely know the three unforgivable curse.

So, Draco immediately closed his mouth and covered his hands in front of his face and said anxiously:

"No! No! No! No! I'll cooperate! I'll say whatever you ask me to do! Let him put down his wand!"

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

"Then, let's sign the contract."

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

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.

It not only requires Draco to keep confidential what happened in the past few days and what follows, but also requires Draco to obey all Mike's orders for a whole year.

This is simply a contract to sell oneself!

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

Isn't it just a year? He can still eat it.

As the two of them finished their oaths separately, Zhou Hong, who was standing beside him, also put his wand on the hands they held together.

Golden light threads flowed out from the tip of their staff, slowly tangled along their hands like vines toward their torso, and finally disappeared into their bodies.

"Swear to accomplish."

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

"Okay, don't make this expression that was so bad. Now we should talk about how to kill Dumbledore."

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

But Mike was using his magic wand to use a cleaning spell to his right hand that he had just held with him, and the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.

Draco's eyes twitched, but he was not very angry, but instead felt a little ashamed.

After all, he is also a person with a good aristocratic education and a slight obsession with cleanliness. Even if he and Mike exchanged, he would do this himself. After all, he is too dirty now.

"Well, you can do whatever you want, anyway, I have no clue at all now."

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

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

“There is a vanishing cabinet in the Bojinbok store in the Overturned Alley, and you go and get him back during the Christmas holiday.”

As soon as this said, Draco's eyes lit up. He looked at Mike with a bright look and asked in disbelief:

"No? Do you say you have..."

"Yes," Mike smiled, "just what you thought."