Chapter 979: Passing the blame, the truth is not important
Time passed little by little, but no one came to join them. Lucius Malfoy, who was waiting patiently at the temporary base, only felt his hands and feet were cold.
Even if you think about it on your knees, you can tell that something must have happened over there, otherwise the others would have come to join him.
Lucius Malfoy had a hard time imagining what kind of terrible punishment he would receive from the Dark Lord if he returned to England like this.
He couldn't help but shiver and didn't dare to continue thinking.
You must do something yourself.
After much hesitation, Lucius Malfoy finally decided to return to Spain to find out what happened tonight.
This matter was actually not difficult. There was still some compound potion left by Snape for them, and it took him some time to get the hair from a Muggle.
To be honest, Lucius Malfoy really doesn't want to look like a Muggle. This kind of thing is simply an indelible shame for him, but it is not easy to get wizard's hair at the moment, and there is also the possibility of being beaten by others. There was a risk of recognition, so turning into a Muggle and pretending to be a foreign wizard was the best option at the moment. Resisting the discomfort and disgust, Malfoy drank a small cup of the compound potion. Under the effect of the potion, he It soon changed into something else.
A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy rearranged his clothes and returned to Spain with a suitcase.
As long as you find the right person, it is not difficult to find someone to get information, at least it is not difficult for Malfoy. He pretended to be a spectator coming to Spain to watch the International Wizarding Duel Competition, and was going to stay at Barnabus Bar. Both the boss and the waiters here were very good at various languages, so there was no need to worry about communication problems.
Malfoy walked into the busy bar and sat down at the empty seat at the counter. While ordering a drink for himself, he casually chatted with the bartender.
In a seemingly casual chat, Malfoy learned that the mudblood was not dead and had already entered the top sixteen. He was currently one of the seeded players with the best chance of competing for the championship.
“If you want to bet, do it early.” The bartender at the counter reminded kindly, “But don’t blame me if you lose.”
Lucius Malfoy didn't pay attention to what the other party said, but turned his attention to the Spanish newspaper thrown on the counter. He actually saw the news that Goyle's group had been 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 dark wizard from the UK was arrested. It seems that he ordered food The Dead Apostles seemed to have tried to assassinate a contestant, but were discovered and subdued by the patrolling Aurors. I really don’t know what was going through the minds of those people, but they actually caused trouble in a heavily guarded duel competition? Your face seemed to look like that. It’s not pretty.”
“I haven’t had a good rest for two days and two nights.” Lucius Malfoy drank the wine in the glass, paid for the key, took the suitcase and went back to the room to rest.
Of course, Lucius Malfoy was not in the mood to sleep. 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 accidentally destroyed the diary. After that, Malfoy felt that the Dark Lord didn't like him very much.
Now, the mission failed again.
They must not fail because they are too useless. Their failure must be due to falling into the trap of the Order of the Phoenix, and the mudblood must be prepared.
"Yes, didn't you say that the mudblood can prophesy?" Malfoy suddenly heard a reason to defend himself.
The reason for their failure was more that the members of the Order of the Phoenix knew their plan in advance through the mudblood's prophecy, and secretly attacked and intercepted them. Even the assassination of the mudblood at close range was escaped by that guy.
Isn’t this the best proof?
That mudblood is a threat!
If he shines in the International Wizarding Duel Competition...
Lucius Malfoy stared at the newspaper in his hand and found that he actually sincerely hoped that the other party could enter the top four.
This is really ridiculous.
However, only if the opponent is stronger and shows more amazing strength, their failure will not look so useless.
How to say that: It’s not that you don’t work hard, it’s that the enemy is too strong.
…
In the player area of the gymnasium, Albert suddenly sneezed. He stretched out his hand to rub his nose and walked to the counter to buy a refreshing hot drink to avoid catching a cold at night.
The number of remaining players is getting smaller and smaller, and the competition time is getting longer and longer. Sometimes the battle cannot be ended in even a quarter of an hour.
Among the crowd who stayed, the young Albert was too conspicuous. Especially after the last newspaper helped Albert reveal the halo above his head, more people were interested in him.
Drinking a refreshing drink, Albert sat in the corner and waited quietly.
Even though the danger has passed, he still dare not relax. The duel tonight is not over yet, and his opponent may be more dangerous than the Death Eaters.
There is no other way, I encountered a dark wizard in the first two rounds.
Although he won without much effort, he still had to be alert when facing weird black magic. If he was hit by black magic, God knows what bad effects it would have.
This time, Albert's opponent was a squinty-eyed man in his thirties, who seemed to be a dark wizard, because before the game, the referee specifically reminded him that this was a treatment unique to dark wizards.
Squinting eyes and liking to smile made Albert more vigilant. As the saying goes, anyone with squinted eyes is a monster.
At the beginning of the duel, Albert struck preemptively, and so far he has not encountered a wizard who can cast spells faster than him. Perhaps knowing that the speed of casting spells was not as fast as Albert's, 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 routine he used has probably been sold to other players by intelligence dealers.
After learning the opponent’s intelligence, he will definitely target his weaknesses.
For example, he rarely uses black magic and relies more on skill and strength to defeat his opponents. The magic barrier can easily block the first wave of attacks, so that he will not be in a hurry.
However, incomplete information can cause serious harm.
Squint Eyes was obviously aware of this. The defensive barrier did block the enemy's attack. However, this situation did not last long. The magic barrier in front of him suddenly shattered, and a spell flew towards him.
“It’s really unpleasant to be underestimated!”
Squinting his eyes and suddenly opening them, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He waved his wand to block the disarming spell coming towards him.
This guy's spell casting speed is really as fast as described in the intelligence, and it's not that the opponent doesn't know black magic, he just doesn't want to use it.
After blocking six consecutive attacks from the opponent, he narrowed his eyes and waved his magic wand, preparing to defeat the opponent in one go. It would be very detrimental to him if he continued to defend, and there would always be loopholes in his defense.
A large amount of black flames poured out from the top of the wand, turning into a firebird and rushing toward Albert with terrifying power.
“Devil’s Fire!”
At this moment, the audience in the stadium screamed in surprise. Everyone was startled. Anyone with a little knowledge would know how dangerous this spell is. Even the Aurors guarding the audience felt something bad. , all clenched the wands in their hands. If the devil's flame gets out of control, they will cast a spell to extinguish the devil's flame as soon as possible.
“Oh my God!”
"careful!"
“Hurry up and admit defeat!”
When the audience on the stage thought that Albert would be engulfed by the terrifying devil's flames, they saw Albert calmly waving his wand, like a knight waving a long sword, splitting the firebird in half. , the rolling devil flames suddenly took off, gathered into a ball in the sky, and then turned into a griffin and rushed towards the dark wizard.
This scene shocked everyone present.
No one thought that the young wizard in the audience would control the violent devil flames in the blink of an eye and quickly counterattack the enemy.
“Oh 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 opponent actually crushed the devil's flame and gained control.
"No, Anderson is obviously very good at using devil's flames." Kingsley looked at the griffon rushing towards the dark wizard and said in a low voice: "I heard that he was in the maze of the Triwizard Tournament. Use the Fire Spell to burn a Blast-Ended Skrewt to death."
Looking at the griffon rushing toward him with squinted eyes, he suddenly felt something bad. It was not because of the demonic flames flying toward him, but because of the opponent's attainments in black magic.
After successfully eliminating the devil's flame, Mimiyan decisively raised her hands and surrendered.
Don’t know black magic?
Do not make jokes!
This guy probably feels that there is no need to use black magic!
If you annoy the other party, you may die here accidentally.
Squinting his eyes, he surrendered neatly, which made the audience very unhappy. They originally thought there would be a thrilling duel, but in the end, they surrendered neatly. Some angry spectators even threw bottles downwards.
"Congratulations, you won." The wizard said with a smile, "This is my business card. Maybe you have something that is inconvenient to do, or you need to use some illegal items, I can provide it for you Help, I will give you a 9.5% discount when the time comes."
“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 on its own.
"You are really cautious." He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "But it's better to be cautious. I believe we can cooperate happily. By the way, I bet on you to win the championship, so work hard."
The expression on Albert's face twitched slightly, he looked at Mimi's eyes as he left, and turned back to the player area. The next final game will determine the final four.
However, there was no last game, because Albert's opponent, when he was sixteen to eight, fought with his opponent to lose both sides, and was no longer able to continue the game, and Albert directly advanced with a bye.
This situation is not uncommon in duel competitions.
Albert is undoubtedly a dark horse!
The newspaper even reported this incident extensively.
However, a certain gambling house held a meeting overnight to discuss the possibility of Anderson winning the award.
There was no way, there were a lot of money betting at the beginning of the game, thinking that Albert Anderson would win the final championship.
If this really makes the dark horse become the final champion, I don’t know how much money it will cost.
Moreover, this scene seems, seems to have been similar.
"What should we do now?"
"Don't ask me. Anyway, I won't take any bets related to this guy in the future." The man thought for a while and then said, "Collect the information about that guy and send it to the other three people. Tell them that as long as you can If you swipe the black horse, you can get a sum of money, remember, use your private name."
“Is this possible?” someone asked uneasily.
"You have to do it if you don't. There are some things you can't do. Don't expect others to know if you do it. The duel competition must be relatively fair, at least on the surface. This is why those events are held in Spain. If you mess up, , there will be a large group of people who want to kill you." The man warned.
On the other side, after learning that Albert had entered the top four, Lucius Malfoy was so excited that he trembled all over. He hurried back to England with the newspaper to tell the Dark Lord the "good news".
After feeling Voldemort's increasingly cold gaze, Lucius Malfoy lowered his head lower, however, this did not allow him to escape the Dark Lord's punishment.
There was no way, Voldemort was very unhappy. There were not many Death Eaters under his command, but as a result, several were lost at once. It was strange that he was in a good mood. As for the dead Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort had never cared about him. Life and death, death is death.
"Lucius, you really disappoint me." Voldemort's tone was extremely cold.
"Master, that's really not 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 knew it early. I knew someone was going to assassinate him."
"Don't excuse your incompetence." Voldemort looked even more angry and gave Malfoy another Cruciatus Curse.
"Master, Severus is right. That Muggle is indeed a big trouble. We'd better kill him as soon as possible before he grows up." Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth and resisted the Cruciatus Curse. The pain caused was trying to divert the Dark Lord's attention to the mudblood.
“That mudblood...I will kill him with my own hands.”
Voldemort stared at Malfoy, who was still lying on the ground, and ordered in a cold tone, "As for the captured guys, try to get them out. If you fail again, you should know what the consequences will be."
"I will." Malfoy said tremblingly, knowing that the Dark Lord's patience with him was about to reach its limit.
However, they were not the only ones in a bad mood. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was not in a better mood either. He had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by an urgent message from the Ministry of Magic. However, what made Fudge most angry was that the Spanish Ministry of Magic actually claimed to have captured a group of "Death Eaters" and was preparing to hand them over to Britain in exchange for a bounty. remuneration.
The news of catching the Death Eaters was certainly something to be happy about, but the identity of those people made Fudge unhappy.
“No, they can’t be Death Eaters.”
Fudge has made his decision. He knows very well that if these people are defined as Death Eaters, they will definitely cause big trouble.
(End of this chapter)