Chapter 372 Believe in the Coming of the Light

Thunder and lightning, rain pouring down.

The six-headed thestrals pulled the carriage and jumped down from the highest point of the Ministry of Magic building, and only when they were almost close to the ground did they spread their huge bat wings.

Boom~

The carriage soared into the sky and flew towards the dark part of the night sky.

The Aurors followed closely behind on their broomsticks, and the group quickly flew towards the waters of the Black Sea.

Flying above the sea, there were still some Muggle ship footprints here at first, and the dots of lights added a bit of human fireworks to the sea.

Slowly, this place has deviated from the channel that Muggles would use, and there is no trace of any Muggles anymore.

Even with the emergence of nuclear power and satellite networks, the sea is still a difficult area for Muggle humans to explore, not to mention that the sea area near Azkaban is affected by invisible magic, automatically driving away all those who try to get close.

In the end, a cold feeling permeated from the cracks in the bones, from the depths of the soul, and from the end of the spine, making every wizard who approached feel horrified, as if his heart was being grabbed by a cold hand.

Dementors could be seen faintly floating in the sky, and where they passed, fish rolled their eyes and floated on the surface of the sea. The scavengers, who like to scavenge, floated obediently beside the fish, rising and falling with the waves before they had time to eat a warm bite.

Only a few owls crossed the sky far away, adding a little vitality to the place.

Azkaban did not prohibit visitation, and Lucius walked out of the cell in silence at this moment.

His mood is a bit complicated now.

Bella has been tortured madly, looking at this former classmate, club partner, comrade-in-arms, wife's sister, Lucius let out a deep breath.

The Dark Lord is no longer the Dark Lord he used to be.

No matter which Dark Lord he came into contact with, it was much more dangerous than before.

Now he urgently needs a powerful ally to protect his family in an increasingly chaotic situation.

At that time, although they, the school managers, were restricted by Professor McGonagall not to approach Dumbledore in the school, they still got the news that the Dark Lord had appeared.

It made him more anxious.

The Dark Lord attacked Antony? Are the Dark Lords killing each other?

It was hard for Lucius to imagine, if several Dark Lords asked him to take sides at the same time, which side he should choose.

It's like choosing between the Dark Lord and Dumbledore.

With a little carelessness, the collapse of the Malfoy family can only happen overnight.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer pure-blood families. He even observed that in just two more generations, most of the pure-blood families will completely disappear in the long river of history due to the withering of blood.

At this time, his eyes were fixed on Sirius.

Although this person was removed from the Black family in name, he actually has the complete inheritance rights of the Black family's property.

Lucius stroked the metal snake head of the walking stick, and walked in the dark corridors of Azkaban with his head bowed in thought.

As long as Sirius dies in prison...

Yes, as long as Sirius is dead!

Then, the inheritance of the Black family property belongs to Sirius' uncle, Cygnus Black, who has been the head of the Black family for more than a year.

Signus had died the other day.

The right of inheritance would naturally belong to his three daughters, Bella, Andromeda, and Narcissa.

Andromeda, one of the three sisters, has been expelled from the family because she married Tonks the Mudblood.

Bella was imprisoned in Azkaban for being a Death Eater.

In other words, the right to inherit the property of the Black family is in the hands of his wife Narcissa.

Lucius is not too greedy for the property of the Black family, after all, the property of the Malfoy family cannot be spent for several generations. What he cares more about is the secrecy of this family's property, as long as Narcissa inherits the property to his son Draco, and then keeps Draco away from Europe...

In this messy situation, even if both he and Narcissa died, the Malfoy family could continue quietly.

But if this is to be done, there is still a hidden worry, that is Sirius' godson Harry Potter, who seems to be incompetent, as long as Dumbledore is around, everything becomes possible.

An excellent family patriarch may not necessarily have extremely powerful magical abilities, but he must have sufficient wisdom.

Lucius was relieved that his son Draco was a nice smart kid, although his mother was so hard on him that the kid thought he wasn't that good.

Thinking of this, a smile bloomed on his gloomy face.

Then……

His smile froze.

A group of Aurors passed him quickly, with a prisoner in the middle of them, Anthony Weasley.

Draco's roommate, Draco's best friend...

Oh~ Of course, the most important thing is that this is the possession vessel of the Dark Lord.

Thinking of this, Lucius' pupils suddenly dilated, and he was terrified of thinking about it.

Anton's smiling expression was reflected in his pupils, and cold sweat instantly covered his back and forehead. Lucius swallowed, feeling a little desperate suddenly.

No!

no~~~~

His son, Draco, was being targeted by the Dark Lord at such an early age? ! ! !

As for the Dark Lord being imprisoned in Azkaban...

Haha, does it matter?

Lucius didn't feel how terrible Azkaban was. He had too many ways to fish people out of Azkaban. This was a secret that the Malfoy family, a pure-blood family with a long history, had explored for generations. .

As long as he intends to pay the price, it's not a particularly difficult thing to do.

The Ministry of Magic trusts the dementors too much, but these are just some kind of beasts after all, without human wisdom, as long as they find the right way, they are easy to deal with.

As for the Aurors stationed in Azkaban, that is even simpler.

So……

Questions and choices now lay before Lucius.

Using his influence to make the Dark Lord die in Azkaban completely, and to kill you while you are sick, Lucius is not lacking in ruthlessness.

or……

Make a deal with this Dark Lord, let him spare Draco, and take the opportunity to kill Sirius.

Or, do nothing, after all, in the eyes of most people, no one can shake this prison.

Lucius hesitated.

He looked at Anthony's back in silence, squinting his eyes, his platinum-blond hair was getting paler and paler in the dark corridor.

...

Anton didn't know that Old Lu had so many inner dramas. He put on a fashionable striped suit at the moment and sat in the cell, watching the Aurors check every detail with great interest.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the cell opposite, a long-haired middle-aged man grabbed the railing with both hands and laughed wildly at him, laughing wildly.

From the distorted expression and dirty face, it can be vaguely seen that this person must have been a handsome guy when he was young.

"Sirius, shut up!" A frowning Auror waved his wand at him.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Shh~

The light of the spell lit up, and Sirius was knocked into the air and hit the wall deep in the cell, making a 'ho ho ho' cry of pain.

A madwoman in the cell next to Sirius watched this, giggling nervously.

That piercing voice sounded particularly uncomfortable.

"Bellatrix, shut up too!"

Anton blinked, and looked at old Ronaldo. The old Auror was holding a wand and casting a detection spell on himself for a final check.

"People here seem to be very happy, and I'm starting to like it here."

The old Ronaldo was silent for a while, looking at the child, a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, he sighed, and did not speak again.

child~

This is Azkaban.

And who might like it here?

The siblings in the cell opposite you are crazy, can't you see?

However, this child's eyes are so pure and clean, so full of curiosity about everything in the world, full of beautiful fantasies.

"child……"

Old Ronaldo sighed and patted Anton on the shoulder, "Everyone knows that you have been wronged, we..."

All the Aurors stopped moving with complicated eyes. The few people present were all the Aurors who were sent to the roller coaster by Anton at that time, and they were all the people who were brought back to the hut for treatment by Anton, and they were all the people who established a good relationship in a short period of time.

Old Ronaldo and several colleagues are looking forward to this kid becoming an Auror.

However, sometimes things change so fast in the world, and Anton was sent to Azkaban by them in a very unfair process.

Old Ronaldo couldn't even explain the reason to this second-grade child. For some reason, he didn't want to infect the child's pure eyes with the dark conspiracy of this world.

"You will definitely come out. Many people know that you were wronged, child, no matter what happens in Azkaban, you must grit your teeth and get through it."

Old Ronaldo's old eyes were foggy, "You must believe in the coming of the light."

Anton looked up at him, then at the other Aurors, and grinned with a particularly bright smile, "Yeah."

"What a good boy."

Old Ronaldo smiled, his wrinkled old face was like a chrysanthemum, looked at this child who was younger than his grandson, and rubbed his hair fondly.

"If you can come out, then I will teach you some spells that few people know."

"Okay!" Anton's eyes lit up, and the silly boy smiled extraordinarily happily, like a ray of sunshine in this dark prison.

Two updates, 5000 words. . Hehe, fortunately I caught up with the last few minutes and completed today's task. . . . The update at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning is too late for codewords. It will be released later, I am really sorry everyone, I love you (づ￣3￣)づ╭～