Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 665 Lucius' Repentance

And now, time is of the essence, both for him and for George Soros. They are all in a race against time, trying to run faster, or make their opponents run slower.

And these deployments are for this purpose.

"Yes, Master, everything will follow your will."

Seeing that his actions were approved by the Dark Lord, Lucius raised his head cautiously.

In the current situation, he no longer fantasized about gaining more power by courting the moody Dark Lord.

The horror of the current Dark Lord has exceeded his imagination. He was now single-minded and only hoped to survive under the Dark Lord's hands.

The death of the last Death Eater who forgot to wear his trousers because he had arrived in such a hurry had really frightened him.

For the past month, he has not dared to take off his pants to sleep. For fear of being summoned by Voldemort at night, in a hurry, he forgot to put on his pants and died. Death like that is too worthless.

When he raised his head, he immediately felt a chill in his heart when he saw the Dark Lord's half-smile expression. Sure enough, things did not pass so easily.

Voldemort looked at Lucius with a cold smile, and he said slowly, "I will never forgive my subordinates who fail to complete their tasks."

He said lightly, "But you're lucky this time. For the sake of this news, I'll give you more time. You can get more time to find out about the Weasleys. You And go ahead and stop George Soros from becoming headmaster of Hogwarts."

Voldemort sneered, "Although I failed to complete the task, congratulations, you gained more time."

"Yes, Master...everything....will follow your instructions...." Lucius stammered.

There was a coldness in his heart, the daring loyalty curse, how could it be so easy to deal with.

He wasn't stupid, he naturally remembered that when the Dark Lord was at the height of his power, he collapsed, precisely because of a change that extended from the Curse of Faithful Loyalty.

At that time, the Dark Lord also relied on the betrayal of Peter Wormtail to be able to grasp the home address of the Potters, protected by the Faithful Charm.

And this time, he actually faced the same problem, but which secret person did he go to to reveal this secret?

Thinking of this, Lucius' heart kept sinking.

If he can't find such a person, will he die like the Dark Lord once, because of this Faithful Loyalty Curse?

What would Draco do if he died? What about Narcissa?

How long will Draco live if he takes his place? Thinking of this, Lucius felt a chill in his heart, and now he has finally arrived at the devil's lair.

"How is Mike Wallace doing now?" Voldemort asked casually.

Lucius came back to his senses. He looked at Voldemort with reverence and fear, and said tremblingly, "Great Master, Lord Mike is in good shape. He has been able to control his power. According to him, there are probably a few more. In a matter of days, he will be able to fully control those newly acquired powers."

Thinking of Mike Wallace's change, he only felt more chilled,

He was even more afraid of the Dark Lord in front of him.

That incredible method is not like the ability possessed by a wizard. Everything he saw made him extremely fearful and worried, and he would not have the good luck last time.

The Dark Lord in front of him is far stronger and more terrifying than the last one. These Death Eaters may never be able to escape the Dark Lord's control again.

Voldemort tapped the table a few times with his fingers, and his large pale hands as large as spiders struck the table like piano keys, hitting Lucius' terrified heart.

Looking at Lucius' terrified look, Voldemort raised his eyebrows and asked coldly.

"Old man, what are you worried about? Isn't this what you dream of? Strength, lifespan, I can give you all, isn't this what you dream and pursue, shouldn't you be happy about it?"

Lucius quickly and cautiously nodded, "Great master, everything will be according to your will, I just bow down in front of your great power, the ants who can't help but tremble."

"Hahaha!" Voldemort laughed loudly, his voice shrill, like a blade sliding across glass, "Don't be so restrained, you deserve it, don't you?"

He stood up and walked to Lucius's side, "Well, now we just have time to take a look at Mike's situation, and let you see in advance the honors you will receive."

"Yes...Master..." Lucius stammered.

Voldemort put his hand on his shoulder.

"Phantom Shift!"

After a whirlwind of dizziness like being thrown into a dehydrator, a huge cave appeared in front of Lucius' eyes.

The dark and gloomy, mine-like cave, under the support of thick wood, dug out a huge room.

A flaming torch illuminates the whole room brightly, and the dazzling firelight keeps jumping, adding a bit of a mysterious atmosphere to this rough and simple room.

"Great master, you are welcome," said a timid voice.

Voldemort looked at the small and humble figure, and said in a long voice, "I'm going to see Mike's situation, Wormtail, you lead the way."

"Yes, great master." Wormtail kowtowed like a kowtow.

He slowly got up from the ground, his black robe was already covered with mud and dust. A head of greasy and messy hair makes people feel sick, like a miner who is locked in a mine without seeing the light of day.

He was rolling and crawling ahead to lead the way, and he continued to move forward from the room, along the depths of the cave.

Voldemort strolled behind Wormtail, as if examining his own territory, walking forward quietly.

Lucius followed Voldemort step by step, and shuddered again when he thought of the next scene.

They walked forward along the cave, turned a few turns in the forked cave, and walked forward for more than ten minutes.

In the end, the eyes suddenly opened up, and an empty room appeared.

Just walked in, a steaming heat wave has already hit them.

The humid air is mixed with the smell of strong medicine. There is a heavy earthy smell floating in it, making people's body a little heavier.

"Master Mike, the master is here to see you." Wormtail shouted in a shrill voice, out of breath.

(To be continued.) mz