I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

Genichi Hanyu?

When did he come back?

Why did he suddenly appear here?

And what's with the aura emanating from him?

It was a suffocating sense of fear that seemed to originate from a life-or-death instinct!

It's a million times more terrifying than facing a raging Voldemort!

Lucius Malfoy's mind raced. As a shrewd opportunist and survival expert, he instantly realized—things were about to go wrong!

Something terrible has happened! And it's something absolutely horrific that could implicate me!

Otherwise, this wicked person would never have come knocking on our door in this manner!

Almost instinctively, upon sensing the undisguised, chilling killing intent emanating from Genichi Hanyu, Lucius Malfoy made the quickest, most decisive, and most correct decision of his life—

He suddenly sprang up from his chair, and then with a "thump," he knelt down on the cold floor without any regard for his image!

His knees even made a dull thud as he moved too fast and too quickly.

"My lord! Welcome back!"

Lucius's voice trembled uncontrollably, and his forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.

"I don't know what happened to make you so angry? Please tell me! Whatever it is, I, Lucius Malfoy, will do everything in my power to give you the most satisfactory answer!"

He knelt upright, his head bowed low, his posture extremely humble, and his tone full of fear and flattery.

He knew that in the face of such an existence, any so-called pure-blood pride and family honor were worthless; only survival mattered!

Seeing the Malfoy family patriarch, who was usually arrogant and domineering in front of others, kneeling before him like a lapdog wagging its tail, a smile slowly appeared on Genichi Hanyu's face.

However, there was no warmth in that smile, only endless coldness and mockery.

However, that one cold smile made Lucius Malfoy, who was kneeling on the ground, feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the hair on his body stood on end!

He would rather the other person curse him out or even punch him than see that smile that looked at him like he was looking at a dead object!

"Lucius, Lucius..."

Genichi Hanyu spoke slowly, his voice steady, yet carrying a chilling disappointment.

"You really disappoint me."

"thump!"

Lucius's heart clenched again, almost stopping!

Disappointed?

The consequences of these two words coming from this person's mouth may be more terrible than outright anger!

"My lord! I am foolish! Please enlighten me! I will definitely correct myself! I will definitely correct myself!"

Lucius's voice trembled with tears; he was truly terrified.

Genichi Hanyu walked up to him, looked down at him, and asked calmly, "Are you really completely unaware of anything about the Worley family?"

"The Worley family?"

Lucius suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with genuine confusion and bewilderment.

"You mean Miss Cassandra Worre's family, sir? Has something happened? I've been busy with Ministry of Magic affairs and my family's business lately, and haven't been paying much attention to other families. I really don't know, sir!"

His expression didn't seem like he was lying.

As a cunning old fox, Lucius Malfoy's shrewdness lies in knowing when to get involved and when to play dumb and avoid the vortex.

There seemed to be some unrest within the Worley family, but adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble," he didn't inquire too much, fearing he might get himself into trouble.

Genichi Hanyu's gaze was like a scalpel, meticulously dissecting Lucius's every subtle expression and soul fluctuation.

It was ultimately confirmed that this guy was completely unaware of the forced marriage and imprisonment that had occurred within the Worley family.

But this did not improve Genichi Hanyu's expression.

His smile became even warmer, but what he said struck Lucius like a thunderbolt!

"Don't know? Ha..."

Genichi Hanyu chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Tell me, what use are you anyway?"

“I put you in the British magical world, not expecting you to do anything earth-shattering, but you can’t even do the most basic things like guarding the house and keeping an eye out for those fools who are up to no good in the dark.”

Genichi Hanyu's voice suddenly turned cold, like an ice pick piercing to the bone: "Then tell me, what use are you?"

"!!!"

These words struck Lucius Malfoy like a thunderbolt from the heavens!

He instantly understood Genichi Hanyu's subtext—useless people have no reason to exist!

A chilling, despairing feeling instantly shot from the soles of Lucius's feet straight to the top of his head!

It made his blood feel like it was freezing!

He could almost see the horrific scene before him—the god of death casually waving his hand, and the entire Malfoy Manor was instantly reduced to ruins!

He, his wife Narcissa, his beloved son Draco... the whole family went to the afterlife together!

Even their souls may not find peace!

"No!!! My lord! Spare me! Spare me!!"

The immense fear instantly shattered all of Lucius's psychological defenses!

He could no longer maintain his last shred of dignity; he almost collapsed to the ground, as if grasping at the last straw, crying and pleading desperately, "It's my fault! It's my fault! I deserve to die! Please give me another chance! Please!"

“I’m willing to make amends! I know! I know which families have always harbored ill will towards the Worley family and towards you! The Carol family! The Nott family! The Lestrange family! And the Yaxley family! They’ve been secretly colluding, eyeing the Worley family’s assets and only daughter! This incident is definitely related to them!”

To save his life, Lucius didn't hesitate to spill all the information and speculations he knew, even volunteering: "Just give the order! I, Lucius Malfoy, am willing to be your most loyal hound! I will wipe out all these ungrateful fools for you! I will offer you all their incriminating evidence and wealth! I only ask that you forgive me and my family!"

He kowtowed repeatedly, even drawing blood from his forehead, looking utterly disheveled, yet filled with a primal will to survive.

Genichi Hanyu watched his performance quietly, his icy expression softening slightly.

A local tyrant who is terrified but clever enough and familiar with the local rules can sometimes be more useful than simply killing them all.

At least, it can save you a lot of trouble in identifying and searching.

"Oh?"

Qun Ni: Umbrella Bell (俬!柒氵飼羽生弦一故作沉吟).

"Make amends? Are you sure you can do it? You won't disappoint me again?"

"Yes! Absolutely! I swear on the honor of the Malfoy family! No! I swear on the lives of my entire family! I will do it perfectly! I will make all those who offend you pay the most terrible price!" 3.0

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Lucius immediately made a frantic promise.

"very good."

Hanyu Xian nodded.

"Then I'll give you one last chance."

Genichi Hanyu's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"understand!"

Lucius hurriedly made his assurances, his mind already racing as he calculated how to mobilize all resources and complete the task in the most ruthless and fastest way possible.

"As for you..."

Genichi Hanyu's gaze fell on Lucius again. "After you finish this, come to Hogwarts to find me. Perhaps I can consider giving you a new purpose."

After saying that, Genichi Hanyu didn't linger. His figure slowly faded and disappeared from Malfoy Manor.

Lucius Malfoy was left alone, slumped on the cold floor, panting heavily as if he had just been pulled from drowning, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

But soon, the instinct for survival and the ruthlessness in their bones were unleashed.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes hardening with a fierce and resolute look.

345 Lucius's High-Stakes Gamble

The chilling fear, like a Dementor's kiss, instantly drained all the warmth and hope from Lucius Malfoy's chest.

Either eliminate everyone, or wait for Genichi Hanyu to eliminate his entire family.

There is no third way.

There is no room for negotiation.

There wasn't even the slightest bit of the ambiguity that used to allow for negotiation.

This time, Genichi Hanyu tore away all pretense of patience and politeness, revealing his sharp, cold fangs.

Lucius could clearly sense that his patience had run out and his murderous intent was boiling over.

Any hesitation, delay, or insignificant resistance will only result in the complete and bloody erasure of the Malfoy name from the wizarding world.

Between the two choices, Lucius Malfoy didn't even need to think for a second before choosing the latter without hesitation!

I cannot die, and neither can my family.

Narcissa's gentle yet worried face, and Draco's young yet burdened face, flashed vividly through his mind.

The legacy and glory of the Malfoy family must not be lost in his hands.

Therefore, it can only be those other people who die.

Those pure-blooded compatriots who may have once shared drinks and swore brotherhood in exchanges of interests.

Their lives are no match for the lives of the Malfoy family; there's no need to weigh them on a scale.

Their folly, greed, and arrogance have provoked a terrifying being far beyond their comprehension, and now it is time to pay the price.

Lucius, however, was unwilling to become a casualty of their foolishness.

"This time, Genichi Hanyu clearly has no intention of holding back."

Lucius muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cool silver surface of the snake-headed cane, the icy touch calming him down slightly.

“Those people must all die, not a single one can be spared, otherwise, I will be the one who dies.”

He could almost imagine the tragic scene when those families were destroyed, but what rose in his heart was not pity, but an extreme, cold desire for self-preservation.

Lucius didn't want his whole family to be dragged down with him because of those self-inflicted fools.

This thought, like the hardest diamond, was embedded in the core of his will, dispelling the last trace of hesitation.

The action must be swift, ruthless, and unexpected!

Without hesitation, Lucius, who had betrayed that group of purebloods, immediately returned to his study.

He waved his wand, locked the door, and cast the strongest silencing and protective spells.

Then, he unfolded a specially made magical parchment, dipped his quill in ink that resembled congealed blood, and began to quickly list names.

Carlo, Bulstrode, Travers, Selwyn...

One by one, names were written down, each name representing a potential threat, a "pledge of allegiance" that needed to be submitted.

He not only wrote down the family name, but also marked the key figures—the head of the family, the powerful heirs and participants in the war, and the elders who held real power in the family.

His mind was working at an unprecedented speed, recalling the defensive weaknesses of these families, their industrial distribution, and their personnel habits.

The information, connections, and leverage accumulated by the Malfoy family over generations surged forth like a tide, which he ruthlessly wove into a web of death.

"In the name of the Malfoy family's ancestors."

He whispered as he took out several ancient and dangerous magical items from the most hidden safe, their magical fluctuations distorting the air itself.

"His full potential has been revealed!"

In the days that followed, the British magical underworld was as if a bomb had been dropped on it, triggering a series of violent and bloody explosions.

Lucius did not act personally, but he used the Malfoy family's deepest hidden forces: ruthless dark wizards hired at great expense from the European continent and even further afield; dark creatures that the family had tamed and controlled for generations; spies and assassins planted within other families who would never be activated under normal circumstances; and powerful dark magic artifacts that could serve as the family's strategic reserves.

The attack was launched with extreme suddenness and coordination.

On a seemingly peaceful night, the core garrisons of seven pure-blood families were almost simultaneously struck with precision and fatality.