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MTL - Study Days at Hogwarts-Chapter 1287 fall into the trap
Chapter 1287 Falling into a trap
Late at night, on the rough sea, a sea ship was breaking through the waves.
The old oil lamp on the bow swayed gently with the waves, still shining ahead, and continued to guide the ship.
Suddenly, a few strange black shadows passed around the ship, and a thick layer of frost was silently frozen on the plywood.
A wizard in a thick cloak, holding an oil lamp in his hand, who was in charge of guarding the sentry, couldn't help shivering, cursing in a low voice. He quickly hung the oil lamp covered with frost on the side, and pushed the door open. Go into the cabin to keep warm, and not all dark wizards can tolerate dementors.
Losing the source of happiness that could be sucked, the dementors responsible for escorting the ship began to slide forward, escorting the ship to the sea ahead.
"It's freezing outside, I hate dementors."
"Give!"
A drunken wizard next to him poured him a glass of whiskey, "Today is a good day."
"Yes, yes."
"The lunatic is finally dead."
“It is indeed worth celebrating.”
The black wizard in charge of the sentry took the whiskey, lightly touched the other dark wizards, took a big gulp of the glass of whiskey, and joined in the denunciation of Scrimgeour.
So many things happened tonight.
Especially the news of Scrimgeour's death is undoubtedly a good thing for them.
After the collapse and reorganization of the Ministry of Magic, people who used to live in the gray area finally ushered in their own spring, and they finally no longer have to worry about being persecuted by the Scrimgeour government.
This means that the British wizarding world will usher in the era of Voldemort, the best era for them.
"To the Dark Lord."
If they want to take part in this era, they need to go one step further, preferably to become a Death Eater, to become a member of their vested interests, just like them.
Several dark wizards secretly cast envious glances at a certain seat in the cabin, especially the youngest man, who seemed to be called Draco Malfoy.
In their opinion, how could such a softie qualify as a Death Eater?
However, Draco Malfoy was completely oblivious to the eyes of others, he was still in the pain of losing his family.
"Lucius is gone, now you need to get back together."
Alecto looked at the red-eyed and sad Draco, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "After this matter is dealt with, you can go back to Hogwarts."
"Alecto is right, I also think you should go back to Hogwarts and continue your studies!"
Gargson said this, but he was very disdainful of it in his heart. He really looked down on Lucius, let alone the current Draco Malfoy. This guy is simply a scum among Death Eaters.
"Next, I'm afraid I will go to Hogwarts." Alecto continued.
"I thought it would be Snape." Gargson looked at Alecto in surprise, "Or the Dark Lord asked you to..."
Alecto gave Gagson a hard look and told him to shut up.
"I'm going to work there too, so I might be able to help you. As for your wedding, if the Parkinson family has no objections, then I will help you handle it. Although Lucius may also ask Snape, but It might be better for me to handle the matter, Snape doesn't necessarily know the details of some wizarding families."
The relationship between the Carlo family and the Malfoy family is actually not as close as imagined, but when Lucius was asked to go to the Burrow to capture Harry Potter, she asked Alecto for help, and she finally agreed, after all Alecto can also gain a lot of benefits from it, although these benefits may not end up in her hands.
Draco Malfoy still didn't say a word, Lucius' death dealt him an extremely heavy blow, causing Malfoy to be almost driven crazy.
In just a few months, he lost his parents inexplicably, and his originally happy life became fragmented, and he didn't care about Pansy Parkinson at all.
Looking at the depressed Malfoy, Gagson cursed a waste in his heart again, and looked sideways at Alecto.
"What did you teach at Hogwarts?"
"dark magic."
"But I hear that class is cursed."
"It's black magic, not Defense Against the Dark Arts." Alecto corrected, "If you're so free, go check and see if those guys are safe."
"Are you sure someone will come to save people?"
Gargson didn't answer, poured himself a glass of whiskey, looked sideways at the window covered in white mist, and muttered to himself.
"If we summon the Dark Lord, but we don't see the shadow of the enemy, you should know what will happen to us!"
Jargson hopes to send people into Azkaban smoothly.
It's not Gargson's fault.
If only members of the Order of the Phoenix, or Harry Potter, came to save people, there would be no problem, but what if that freak Albert Anderson also came along?
They will all have bad luck because of this, and even lose their lives.
"After all, someone needs to try, whether it is to take the opportunity to get rid of Harry Potter, or eliminate some members of the Order of the Phoenix, it is a good thing for us." Alecto reached out and brushed the Dark Mark on his arm, A look of loyalty to the Dark Lord.
"Still...you are scared, you don't want to trust the Dark Lord..."
"Of course I believe in the Dark Lord." Gargson interrupted impatiently, "I just..."
"Just what?"
"Just don't want to be bait."
Gargson didn't imagine that Lucius' death would be so tragic.
After all, there are already many ready-made cases in front of them, and their group is undoubtedly acting as bait.
"I'm here, too," Alecto said.
"You're right." Gagson couldn't refute. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, took a big gulp, walked to the window, wiped off the moisture with his hand, and looked at the cabin through the glass window outside.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up in the darkness.
"what happened?"
Gargson covered his eyes with his hand, and quickly pulled out his wand from his pocket.
"Enemy attack!"
The cabin instantly fell into chaos.
Outside the cabin, the dark night was illuminated by the Patronus, and the dementors that surrounded the ship had been driven away by the Patronus.
"Are you going to storm in?"
Sirius is eager to try, ready to take the lead in breaking into the cabin to rescue the people inside.
"No, I have a better way."
Albert held the broomstick in one hand, pointed his wand at the galloping ship in the other, and controlled the ship to fly in the air. Then, he flipped several times in the air like a washing machine. He believed that the guests in the cabin would not have such a wonderful experience. .
"this…"
The three of them were taken aback by Albert's operation, and quickly guessed his intentions.
"According to the plan, put everyone down first, and then... let Dobby take you away." Albert suddenly turned his head to a certain direction, "Remember, don't delay."
"What's wrong?"
"An annoying guy is coming. Your time is limited. It's best not to exceed five minutes. If you can't do it, just retreat. I don't want to fight the mysterious man here."
As he spoke, Albert put the ship down again and let it sail to Azkaban, which was shrouded in storm.
"quick."
Moody fell on the plywood first, and directly used the bang to open the door and broke in.
Sirius and Kingsley followed closely behind.
Albert turned his gaze back to the black shadow flying this way.
Sure enough, it was Voldemort.
Did Voldemort sense something, or did he not trust his own people on the ship from the very beginning?
What a wicked guy!
(end of this chapter)