The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 470 Christmas Gift: Lucius!

"Boom!"

Several streaks of lightning flashed across the sky, and a downpour began in Wiltshire.

Raindrops pattered against the tombstones in the Malfoy family cemetery, but avoided Lucius Malfoy's golden tombstone.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the tombstone, wand in hand.

He performed a ritual to protect his father's grave from rain.

It seemed as if this would protect Lucius.

"I'm sorry, Father..."

Draco hugged the tombstone, tears streaming down his face. His usual aloofness crumbled, and he wept like a child.

"Father!"

"I don't know why I went to Gryffindor..."

"I'm afraid I won't do well!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to find friends, and I'm worried they'll bully me!"

"My greatest fear is that the Malfoy family will decline and come to an end under my watch!"

"Father? If it were you, what would you do?"

Draco curled up, hugging his legs.

Teach me, Father.

Draco was devastated and desperately wanted to avenge his father and kill all the damned vampires.

But there was nothing we could do.

"Bang!"

A red cloth bag suddenly fell from the sky.

The bag seemed to contain something round and churned, rolling to Draco's feet.

"Duang!"

It seemed like there was a spring inside the bag, which caused the contents to spring out.

"What?" Draco was startled and jumped up to see clearly that it was a human head!

His neck was covered in blood, but his face was pale and four sharp teeth were showing in his mouth.

"who!!!"

Draco gripped his wand, looking around as he breathed heavily through his nose.

"Oh—Draco."

A dry, guttural voice descended from the sky, a black wind blew past Draco, and a figure emerged from the wind.

He wore a mask and a black cloak, and was about the same height as Draco.

"Who are you?" Draco asked warily, pointing his wand at him.

"who I am?"

He asked rhetorically.

He slowly walked down Lucius's grave, turned to face Draco, and croaked a strange laugh.

"who I am!!!"

"They dare not mention my name!"

"They call me the Dark Lord!"

"I prefer my name: Voldemort."

Ron raised his hands high and sneered at Draco.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Go back to where you came from! Get out!"

Draco shook his head frantically, backing away while pointing his wand at Ron. "I'm knocked out!"

"Bang!"

Ron held his wand across his chest and blew away the Stunning Spell.

"Learning in the library is always useful, isn't it?"

Ron said jokingly.

Draco thought to himself: How did he know I often go to the library?

The next scene, however, brought tears to Draco's eyes.

Ron pointed his wand at Abraxas Malfoy's grave, the burial mound was opened, and the coffin flew out!

"Damn it, may you be smashed to pieces!!!"

Draco will not tolerate anyone insulting his family!

"Armor!" Ron blocked the attack again, a twisted smile appearing beneath his mask: "I wasn't wrong about you, Draco."

After saying that, he turned around and chanted a spell towards the coffin:

"Your father's bones, though unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

A small piece of bone flew out of the coffin.

"Abraxas, it's a pity we've opened your coffin."

Ron, expressionless, strode over to Draco after speaking.

With an overwhelming murderous aura, he demanded of Draco, "Where are the Malfoy family's house-elves? Tell me! I'm resurrecting your father!"

"What? What did you say?"

Draco struggled to suppress his fear, his eyes wide. "My father can be resurrected? Who are you?"

"I said I am Voldemort!"

Ron yelled, then said in a light, airy tone, "I'm giving you a Christmas present: the resurrection of Lucius."

Draco said, trembling, "No, no, you can't..."

"That's enough!"

Ron had run out of patience to say more; he had traveled back and forth between England and France and used many spells.

Voldemort felt extremely uneasy.

Lucius must be resurrected as soon as possible!

Voldemort decided to do all the trivial things himself.

"Your son may be reborn from the bones of your father, given unintentionally; your master may be reborn from the flesh of your servant, given voluntarily; and your enemy may be resurrected from the blood of your enemy, given under duress."

Voldemort's roar echoed through the rainy night.

"This is an ancient magic that can bring your beloved father, my loyal friend Lucius Malfoy, back to life!"

Ron strode over to Draco, grabbed him by the collar, and roared, "For your father, I went to France, slaughtered a whole bunch of vampires, and while I was at it, brought this filthy head to his grave!"

Ron flicked his wand, and the vampire's head exploded with a bang, spraying blood onto the ground.

"Your grandfather has offered his bones, and now all that's needed is the flesh of a servant—tell me! Your family's house-elf! Why can't I just give him a break, Draco?"

Ron conjured a large crucible filled with a dark liquid.

With a wave of his wand, vampire blood and Abraxas Malfoy's bones flew into it.

"explain!"

Ron stared intently at Draco.

Draco instinctively felt like he was being targeted by a snake, and holding his breath, he stammered, "Dobby! My... Dobby is in the Magical Restoration Item Shop in Hogsmeade."

Ron Apparated and flew away.

When he returned, he was holding a house-elf in his hand; it was Dobby.

"Hmph, Moriarty, you probably can't imagine that I left you some good stuff in your dear Mrs. Slytherin's shop! When you two have some fun, that thing—will—bang!"

"Hehehe!"

Ron laughed like a madman.

Dobby struggled anxiously.

"Master, oh master! Help me!"

Draco looked disgusted. "Your father punished you, saying you were an unfaithful house-elf."

"That's right, house-elves are only fit to be servants of wizards."

Ron raised his head, and Dobby, who had been cursed with the Imperius Curse, slit his own throat.

"Thump!"

Dobby, his body severed, fell into the crucible.

A series of bubbles rose from the liquid inside.

Puffs of gray smoke rose up, and then Lucius stood up from the liquid!

"dad?"

Draco couldn't imagine what his eyes looked like.

But the father's familiarity with the man before him confirmed that the man was Lucius Malfoy!

Lucius has been resurrected!

Draco couldn't help but cheer.

"My friend, you are the first Death Eater resurrected by Voldemort."

Ron strode forward and grabbed Lucius's left arm before Lucius could react.

The wand pressed against the Dark Magic Mark, channeling a wisp of magic into it.

"Ugh!"

Completely unaware of what was happening, Lucius felt a sharp pain in his left arm.

The familiar sense of oppression and fear made Lucius realize that the Ron before him was Voldemort!

"Dark Lord... my lord!"

Lucius clutched his arm and stared at Ron in shock.

"Now they know I'm back—the Death Eaters."

Ron released Lucius and walked up to the father and son on his own.

"Malfoy?"

"Owner."

Lucius conjured a robe for himself, put it on, and then knelt down on one knee without hesitation, knocking Draco behind him.

"Oh, don't block him, Lucius." Ron said kindly. "Draco was a great help when I resurrected you. He's not a child anymore; he'll be the next Death Eater."

"Oh no!" Draco cried out in terror.

"No?" Ron laughed, letting out a Voldemort-like roar. "You can't refuse me! Lucius is the only Death Eater I've resurrected; it's an honor for the Malfoy family!"

"Yes, yes! Yes, my master."

Lucius quickly agreed, offering to sacrifice the Malfoy family's wealth to save Draco.

But Ron laughed: "You probably don't understand the current situation, do you? Let Draco tell you."

An hour later, Lucius finally learned what had happened after his death.

"What? What did you say?"

Lucius gripped Draco's arm tightly, his expression contorted.

Ron walked quietly to his side and teased, "Did you hear that, my friend? Your wife, Narcissa Malfoy, has become Narcissa Black, and is now Mrs. Slytherin. Maybe she's currently cuddling with Moriarty?"

"And your fortune? Vanished without a trace, Malfoy Manor? Excuse me, Draco. Tell me, how did Malfoy Manor disappear?"

Draco shook his head, bewildered. "I heard it was done by a dark wizard from Japan."

"Eastern Japan, black wizards?" Ron scoffed. "Trust me, Lucius. I will avenge you. Now we have a united enemy—"

"Moriarty Slytherin!!!"

Voldemort clenched every word, his hatred and killing intent intense.

"Is that right, Lucius? Kill him, and I'll take back House Slytherin. You'll take back Narcissa Black."

Ron seduced Lucius, believing the man wouldn't be tempted.

"don't want!"

Draco mustered his courage to retort, cautiously staring at Lucius, "Dad, although, well... I have to say, Mr. Moriarty is a very good man, well... Narcissa Black and Moriarty are truly in love, let's not bother them."

"No! Do you know what you're saying?" Ron roared angrily at Draco. "The honor of the Malfoy family! Lucius, Draco, you must shoulder this responsibility!"

Lucius murmured, "Yes, master, yes."

Seeing Lucius's dejected expression, Ron frowned and ordered, "I want you to visit our former friends!"

"They didn't come here. They thought I was finished, and that Moriarty, this fake Slytherin, could protect them!"

"They are wrong!"

Ron unleashed a crimson spell at a large tree, and the tree shattered!

"Go, Lucius, pay a visit, and while you're at it, announce your return!"

Ron patted Lucius on the shoulder.

"Then, you and your son will come with me. The next day, I will take you to a place where my most faithful followers reside."

After Ron finished speaking, he turned into black smoke and left, taking Draco with him.

Lucius looked ashen-faced and visited a large group of friends overnight.

This includes the Parkinson family, the Nott family, the Greengrass family, the Crouch family, and several high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic.

And his former friends Crabbe and Gore, as well as Mrs. Sabine and Minister Fudge.

Without exception, these people expressed shock at Lucius's resurrection, but showed nothing else.

The British magical community then learned of Lucius's resurrection.

However, Horace Slughorn, the pure-blood patriarch, gave Lucius a house, ensuring that Lucius, his son, and Ron wouldn't be homeless.

This made Lucius look at Horace Slughorn with new respect.

Late at night, Lucius lay in bed, unable to sleep, recalling something Madame Sabine had said to him during his visit…

(End of this chapter)