Chapter 977： Dump the pot, the truth doesn't matter

Remember [New] for a second,! Time passed by, but no one came to meet. Lucius Malfoy, who was waiting patiently at the temporary stronghold, only felt his hands and feet were cold.

Even if you think about it with your knees, you know that something must have happened there, otherwise the others should have come over to join him.

It was really hard for Lucius Malfoy to imagine that if he returned to England like this, he would be punished so terribly by the Dark Lord.

He couldn't help shivering, not daring to think about it any longer.

You have to do something yourself.

After some hesitation, Lucius Malfoy finally decided to return to Spain to find out what happened this evening.

It wasn't that difficult, Snape had left some of the concoction left for them, and it took him a while to get his hair out of a Muggle.

To be honest, Lucius Malfoy really didn't want to be Muggle-like, it was an indelible shame for him, but it wasn't easy to get wizard hair right now, and there was the risk of being caught by someone else. The risk of recognizing it, so turning into a Muggle and disguising as a foreign wizard is the best choice at present. Enduring the discomfort and disgust, Malfoy drank a small cup of the compound potion. Under the effect of the potion, he It soon became a different look.

A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy rearranged his clothes and returned to Spain with a travel suitcase.

As long as you find the right way, it's not difficult to find someone to inquire about, at least not difficult for Malfoy. He pretended to be a spectator who came to Spain to watch the International Wizarding Duel Tournament, and was about to check into Barnabus Bar, where both the owner and the waiters were very good at various languages, so there was no need to worry about communication issues.

Malfoy walked into the lively bar, sat down at the empty seat at the counter, ordered himself a drink, and chatted casually with the bartender.

In the seemingly casual chat, Malfoy learned that the Mudblood was not dead, and that he had entered the round of sixteen, and is currently one of the seeded players with the best chance to compete for the championship.

"If you want to bet, you have to go early." The bartender in front of the counter reminded kindly, "However, don't blame me if you lose."

Lucius Malfoy didn't pay attention to what the other party said, but turned his eyes to the Spanish newspaper thrown on the counter. He actually saw the news of Gower's group being arrested in the newspaper, although Malfoy could not understand Spanish. , but this did not prevent him from understanding the content in the photo.

"It seems that another dark wizard has been arrested?" The bartender glanced at the newspaper on the table, wiped the wine glass, and said with a smile, "The newspaper said that the one who was arrested was a dark wizard from the UK. Dead Apostle, it seems that he tried to assassinate a contestant, but was discovered and subdued by the patrolling Aurors. I really don't know what those people's minds were thinking. They actually made trouble in the heavily guarded duel competition? Your face seems to be Not very pretty."

"I haven't had a good rest for two days and two nights." Lucius Malfoy drank all the drinks in the glass, paid for the key, and took the suitcase back to his room to rest.

Of course, Lucius Malfoy didn't have the heart to sleep, and he was thinking about how to exonerate himself. The Dark Lord would definitely not let him go easily, especially since the Dark Lord knew that he had accidentally damaged his diary. After that, Malfoy felt that the Dark Lord didn't like him very much.

Now, the mission has failed again.

They must not fail because they are too useless. Their failure must be the trap of the Order of the Phoenix, and the mudblood is prepared.

"Yes, doesn't it mean that the Mudblood can prophesy?" Malfoy suddenly sounded a reason that could justify himself.

The reason for their failure is more that the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew their plans in advance through the mudblood's prophecy, and secretly attacked them to intercept them.

Isn't this the best proof?

That Mudblood is a threat!

If he shines at the International Wizarding Tournament...

Lucius Malfoy stared at the newspaper in his hand and realized that he sincerely hoped that the other party could enter the top four.

This is just ridiculous.

However, only when the other party is stronger and shows more amazing strength, their failures will not appear to be such a waste.

How to say that sentence: It's not that I don't work hard, but the enemy is too strong.

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In the player's area of ​​the gym, Albert suddenly sneezed. He reached out and rubbed his nose, and went to the counter to buy a refreshing hot drink, so as not to catch a cold at night.

The number of remaining players is getting smaller and smaller, and the time of the game is getting longer and longer, and sometimes the battle cannot be over for a quarter of an hour.

In the crowd who stayed, the young Albert was too conspicuous, especially after the last newspaper helped Albert to expose the halo above his head, more people were interested in him.

Drinking a refreshing drink, Albert sat in the corner and waited quietly.

Although the danger had passed, he still did not dare to relax, the duel was not over yet, and his opponent might be more dangerous than the Death Eaters.

No way, I met a dark wizard in the first two rounds.

Although it didn't take much effort to win, but in the face of bizarre black magic, you have to play 12 points of spirit. If you are hit by black magic, God knows what bad effects will happen.

This time, Albert's opponent was a narrow-eyed 30-year-old who seemed to be a dark wizard, because before the match, the referee had specially reminded that this was the exclusive treatment of dark wizards.

Squinting and smiling likes to make Albert be vigilant. As the saying goes, squinting is a monster.

At the beginning of the duel, Albert made a preemptive strike, and so far he has not encountered a wizard who cast spells faster than him. Perhaps knowing that the speed of casting the spell was not as fast as Albert, the guy directly deployed the magic barrier and successfully blocked Albert's first two attacks.

In fact, it is normal for the attack to be blocked. After all, he has played several times, and the routines used have probably been sold to other players by intelligence dealers.

After learning the opponent's intelligence, he will definitely target his weakness.

For example, he rarely uses black magic, and relies more on skill and strength to defeat opponents, and the magic barrier can easily block the first wave of attacks, so that he will not be in a hurry.

However, incomplete information can be harmful.

Squinting clearly realized this, the defensive barrier did block the enemy's attack, but this situation did not last long, the magic barrier in front of him suddenly shattered, and a spell flew towards him.

"It's really annoying to be underestimated!"

Squinting and suddenly opening eyes flashed fierce light, he waved his wand to block the oncoming Disarming Charm.

This guy's spell casting speed is really as fast as the information described, and it's not that the other party doesn't know black magic, he just doesn't want to use it,

After blocking the opponent's six consecutive attacks, he squinted and waved his wand, preparing to knock down the opponent in one breath. It would be very unfavorable for him to drag it down, and there would always be loopholes in the defense.

"Don't die."

A large number of black flames erupted from the top of the wand, turning into a flaming bird mixed with terrifying power and rushing towards Albert.

Valley </span> "Devil's Fire!"

At this moment, the audience in the stadium exclaimed in surprise, and everyone was taken aback. As long as they have a little knowledge, they all know how dangerous this spell is. Even the Aurors who are guarding the stage feel bad. , they clenched the wands in their hands, and if the devil's flame was out of control, they would cast a spell to extinguish the devil's flame as soon as possible.

"My God!"

"Be careful!"

"Hurry up and admit defeat!"

When the audience on the stage thought that Albert was about to be engulfed by the terrifying devil flames, they saw Albert calmly waving his wand, splitting the firebird in half like a knight wielding a long sword. , the tumbling devil flames suddenly soared, gathered in the sky into a group, and then turned into a lion-body griffin and rushed towards the black wizard in the opposite direction.

This scene shocked everyone present.

No one thought that the young wizard in the audience could control the violent devil flame in the blink of an eye, and quickly countered the enemy.

"My God! How did he do it, isn't that the devil's flame?"

Just now, Tonks thought that Albert would be engulfed by the devil's flame, but the next moment, the other party actually shattered the devil's flame and gained control.

"No, Anderson is also very good at using Devil's Flame." Kingsley looked at the Gryphon that rushed towards the Dark Wizard, and said in a low voice, "I heard that he was in the labyrinth of the Triwizard Tournament. Burn a fried tail snail to death with a fiery fire spell."

Squinting at the lion-body griffin that was rushing towards him, he suddenly felt bad, not because of the devil's flame flying towards him, but because of the opponent's accomplishments in black magic.

After successfully eliminating the devil's flame, Mimiyan raised her hands decisively and surrendered.

No black magic?

Do not make jokes!

This guy probably thinks he doesn't need to use black magic!

If you annoy the other party, you are likely to die here accidentally.

The squinting and abrupt surrender made the audience very uncomfortable. They originally thought there would be a thrilling duel, but they surrendered abruptly, and some angry audience even threw bottles down.

"Congratulations, you won." The wizard said with a smile, "This is my business card. Maybe you have some inconvenient things to do, or some illegal items that you need to use, I can provide you with them. Help, I'll give you a 9.5% discount then."

"Well, maybe that day won't be too far away." Albert raised his hand and pointed at the business card, and the business card disappeared by itself.

"You are so cautious." Squinted his eyes and didn't get angry, he said with a smile, "However, be careful, I believe we can work together happily. By the way, I bet you to win the championship, keep up the good work."

The expression on Albert's face twitched slightly, looking at Mimi's eyes leaving, turning around and returning to the player area, the next final match will determine the final four.

However, there is no last game, because Albert's opponent, in the sixteen-to-eight, fought a lose-lose with his opponent and was unable to continue the game any more, and Albert directly advanced by bye.

In dueling competitions, this is not uncommon.

Albert is undoubtedly a dark horse!

The newspapers covered it up a lot.

However, a casino held an overnight meeting to discuss the possibility of Anderson winning.

No way, there were massive bets at the start of the race that Albert Anderson would win the final.

If this really makes the dark horse the final champion, I don't know how much money it will cost.

Moreover, this scene seems, as if deja vu.

"What should we do now?"

"Don't ask me, anyway, you don't need to bet anything related to this guy in the future." The man thought for a while and then said, "You collect the guy's information and send it to the other three, telling them that as long as you can Brush down the dark horse, you can get a sum of money, remember, go in a private name."

"Is this possible?" someone asked uneasily.

"It's okay if you can't, there are things you can't do, don't expect you to do it, others won't know. Duel competitions have to be relatively fair, at least on the surface, and that's why those events are held in Spain, if you screw things up , there will be a large group of people trying to kill you," the man warned.

On the other hand, after learning that Albert had entered the top four, Lucius Malfoy trembled with excitement. He hurried back to England with the paper and told the Dark Lord the "good news".

Lucius Malfoy lowered his head lower after feeling Voldemort's colder gaze, however, this did not save him from being punished by the Dark Lord.

No way, Voldemort was very unhappy. He didn't have many Death Eaters at all, and as a result, there were a few less at once. It's no wonder if he was in a good mood. As for Peter Pettigrew who died, Voldemort never cared about him. Live and die, die and die.

"Lucius, you really let me down." Voldemort's tone was extremely indifferent.

"Master, that's not really my problem." Malfoy said anxiously, "Our plan was easily seen through, the members of the Order of the Phoenix caught us off guard, the Mudblood seemed to know something through prophecy, and he was even earlier. I knew someone was going to assassinate him."

"Don't make excuses for your incompetence." Voldemort looked even more annoyed, and gave Malfoy another Cruciatus.

"Master, Severus is right, that Muggle is really a big trouble, we'd better kill him as soon as possible before he grows up." Lucius Marr Fu gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the Cruciatus, trying to turn the Dark Lord's attention to the Mudblood.

"That Mudblood... I'll kill him with my own hands."

Voldemort stared at Malfoy who was still lying on the ground, and commanded indifferently, "As for the group of caught guys, find a way to get them out. If you fail again, you should know what the consequences will be."

"I will," said Malfoy, trembling, knowing that the Dark Lord was running out of patience with him.

However, it wasn't just them who were in a bad mood. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was not in a much better mood either. He had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by urgent news from the Ministry of Magic, but what angered Fudge the most was that the Spanish Ministry of Magic claimed to have captured a group of "Death Eaters", ready to hand them over to England in exchange for a bounty remuneration.

The news of catching the Death Eaters was certainly pleasing, but the identities of those people didn't make Fudge happy.

"No, they can't be Death Eaters."

Fudge had made his decision, and he knew that if these people were defined as Death Eaters, they would be in big trouble.