Chapter 466: Fudge! Just fudge!

"I heard that you are going to assassinate Dumbledore?"
As soon as Mike said this, the muscles in the corner of Draco's eyes began to tremble desperately, and he stammered:
"No! No! I don't... dare not! I won't assassinate Dumbledore, I swear! I won't..."
"Shh!"
Mike made a silent gesture, and when Draco saw it, Draco hurriedly covered his mouth with a look of horror.
Mike nodded in satisfaction, and then said:
"No, you have to assassinate Dumbledore, understand?"
"Okay, okay...huh? What did you say?"
"I said you have to assassinate Dumbledore, you know?"
"Know... I know, but... why?"
Mike stood up straight, lowered his head and sneered down at Draco, gritted his teeth and said:
"Because I want Dumbledore to die!"
The boss with his mouth open, his face was full of disbelief, and at this moment he even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
Mike continued to say indignantly:
"You don't know what the old guy did! Why do you think I haven't found the assassin yet? It's because the old man Dumbledore sheltered him! No! They are all in the same group!"
"This...isn't it possible?"
"What's impossible! The old guy Dumbledore is amiable on the surface, but he is actually a villain who is jealous of talents! Why do you think Voldemort became the Dark Lord? You must know that he had applied for the Hogwarts Black He was a professor in the defense of magic class, he really wanted to teach the little wizards defense against the dark arts!
But Dumbledore was jealous of his talent. Not only did he refuse his request, he even used his power to suppress him, which put Voldemort on his way! It can be said that the so-called Dark Lord was completely forced out by Dumbledore!
And now, Dumbledore is targeting me again! He worried that I would become a more terrifying wizard than the Dark Lord! So I want me to be strangled in the bud! "
Mike yelled frantically, his roar echoing in the empty prison, and Draco's trembling eardrums hurt.
Draco couldn't care about the pain in his ears, and his heart was shaking more than his eardrums at this moment.
What Mike said was really amazing. He instinctively felt that there was something wrong with it, but he didn't know what was wrong, which made him very confused.
Mike didn't give him too much time to think. After relieving his breath, Mike squatted down again and stared at Draco with his bloodshot eyes.
"Quickly make a decision. Either sign an unbreakable oath to continue to assassinate Dumbledore, or die here."
Draco fell backwards violently. He looked at Mike in horror, and muttered quickly in his mouth:
"But... But, I still don't understand. If Dumbledore dies, who will deal with the Dark Lord? It doesn't make sense!"
Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other, and the two immediately laughed.
"Hahaha! This is simply the funniest joke I've heard this month."
"Yes, Draco, you are really a talent, you managed to make me laugh."
Seeing the two people who couldn't stop laughing, Draco looked dumbfounded, and he couldn't figure out what was funny.
The two people outside the door finally stopped after laughing for a while. Mike let out a sigh of news and said to Draco:
"Do you think we are really afraid of Voldemort?"
"Difficult... isn't it?"
"You are still too naive." Mike shook his head and said, "Compared with the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, is a joke, and he can only make trouble in the territory of the country. It's a trouble, the Ministry of Magic of other gj doesn't take him seriously at all. Believe it or not, as long as Voldemort dares to extend his paw to other gj, then the Ministry of Magic across Europe and the world will unite. Haha! On that scale. In front of the power of, Voldemort and Death Eaters are just a bunch of bugs!
To tell you the truth, I have already united a large group of pure-blooded nobles and began to transfer all their wealth to the United States. It is a very contradictory gj, where the status of a Muggle-born wizard like me is very high, because in Anti-blood discrimination is right there!
But at the same time, they also respect the pure-blooded nobles, especially the pure-blooded nobles from the country. The upper-level wizards of the United States have a natural sense of inferiority in front of them. This is easy to understand. The United States was originally a gj formed by a group of bandits and fugitives. They are a group of upstarts.
Why do you think Chris and that large group of pure-blooded nobles suddenly disappeared? They just went to the United States to lead us! Now everything is ready. As long as the situation in the country becomes irreversible, I and some of the remaining people will immediately go to the United States and continue our lives there! "
Mike stood up as he spoke, his hands raised, his eyes shining, and his expression frenzied.
And Draco in the cell was also looking forward to it. Obviously, he also wanted to live such a life.
Taking a deep breath, Mike slowly took back the excitement on his face.
He lowered his head and looked at Draco again, saying meaningfully:
"Will it be uncomfortable to spend time with Voldemort?"
"You...what are you talking about!" Draco's pupils shrank sharply, "How is this possible!"
"Don't lie anymore, your expression has told me everything! And now Voldemort is crazy, he is moody, and I can imagine his attitude towards his subordinates! Just admit it, he is a very difficult master, if not In the event of an accident, the Malfoy family will almost be hollowed out by him and his group of men, right? He is sucking your blood right now! You expect him to overthrow the Ministry of Magic and give you several times the current investment. In return? Stop dreaming! He will only kill you all!"
"No! He won't do this! No...Ah! It hurts!"
Draco muttered to himself in a daze, but in the middle of speaking, he suddenly covered his right forearm with an expression of pain and screamed and rolled on the ground.
The corners of Mike's mouth rose even more, and he knew exactly what was going on.
The black mark and the tattoo are not simply used to indicate identity. They are the advanced magic researched by Voldemort based on many esoteric sciences such as sign spells, name spells, and language spells.
This makes it almost impossible to imitate, and has the function of positioning and ensuring the loyalty of subordinates.
And Draco’s current situation triggered the so-called loyalty assurance function. This function is very interesting. As long as the person who has been painted with the Dark Mark wants to betray Voldemort, he will be burned by the Dark Mark. To avoid this situation, in addition to maintaining permanent loyalty, you can only use Occlumency to deceive the Dark Mark.
It's just that the latter's application conditions are very harsh, and even Snape, the recognized master of Occlumency, gets burned from time to time, let alone Draco.
He must have moved about the alliance plan that Mike said just now, otherwise he wouldn't be burned!
"Tsk tusk! You look really like a dog now, Malfoy." Zhou Hong sneered, "Is this your reward for taking refuge in Voldemort? It's really funny enough!"
Draco glared at Zhou Hong. He was afraid of Mike but looked down on Zhou Hong. If he used to be, he would yell at him, but now he has no time to take care of other things.
Draco's miserable screams lasted for nearly half an hour before it stopped. It was not that Draco abandoned the idea of ​​betrayal in his heart, but that the magic power in the Dark Mark was exhausted, and it will slow down. Draw Draco's own magic power to replenish himself, and it will be triggered again if Draco has the heart of betrayal after the charge is completed.
Draco was lying on the floor like a puddle of mud, panting, his clothes soaked in sweat.
Mike outside the cell nodded slightly. Draco didn't say anything too embarrassing just now. He was still a bit spine. Mike was quite satisfied with this.
He twisted his neck and laughed slowly listening to the clicks from the joints.
"Draco Malfoy, have you seen it? This is the end of Voldemort. The third-rate Dark Lord is completely crazy. He will only take you people into destruction."
Draco did not speak, the torture just now exhausted all his energy, and he needed a rest now.
And Mike continued:
"I could have laughed and watched you gradually go to extinction, but now, I am willing to give you a chance, a chance to continue the Malfoy family!"
As soon as he said this, Draco's eyes, who had been slumped on the ground like a dead dog, changed. He struggled and raised his head, staring at Mike with dissatisfied bloodshot eyes. It was only then that Mike did not realize that De There was blood flowing down from the corner of Laco's mouth. He probably bit his tongue by accident when he was tortured just now.
This situation is very common, so when he tortured or interrogated others, Mike would usually put a hard wooden stick in the person's mouth to prevent the other person from biting his tongue in two.
Draco didn't have much bleeding, so Mike didn't care too much. He slowly leaned down, looked at Draco's eyes and said:
"Go and kill Dumbledore, and then I will give you a retreat, a retreat that can follow us to the United States."
Draco's pupils dilated sharply, and after a while, his breathing gradually eased.
He stared at Mike, and finally grinned and said:
"Woopooh, you have such a bold heart."
His two rows of white teeth had long been stained red with blood, and his speech became vague because of his tongue injury, but Mike felt his determination.
This determination made Mike's face a smile, and he straightened up without expression, looked down at Draco like a bug and said:
"It's not too stupid. But, you either cooperate or die. You don't have a third option. So, what is your choice?"
Hearing that Draco smiled and smiled very arrogantly. He seemed to know that his mouth was bad now, so he deliberately disgusted Mike and Zhou Hong and grinned desperately to show the two rows of and neat teeth.
But he couldn't laugh anymore, because Zhou Hong had already pulled out his wand, and Draco believed that if he dared to laugh any more, the other party would ruthlessly cast a life-killing spell on himself. It can be seen from the hideous expression.
As for Zhou Hong’s death curse, Draco never doubted that. Zhou Hong is a famous new-generation genius at Gryffindor College. Such a character is so close to Mike. The three are unforgivable. The curse will definitely come.
So Draco immediately closed his mouth and put his hands in front of his face and said eagerly:
"Don't! Don't! Don't! I'll cooperate! I'll just say what you tell me to do! Let him put down the wand!"
Mike and Zhou Hong both laughed. Mike squatted down again and reached out to Draco, while Zhou Hong continued to point Draco with his wand.
"Then, come and sign the contract."
Hearing Mike's words, Draco's eyes flashed a little struggle, but he quickly reacted, and he crawled to the fence and held Mike's outstretched hand.
As Mike slowly recited the specific content of the oath, Draco's face was getting worse and worse, and the content of Mike's contract was really too much.
Not only does it require Draco to keep secret what happened these days and everything that follows, it also requires Draco to obey all Mike's orders for a whole year.
This is simply a deed!
But Draco gritted his teeth and finally repeated what Mike said.
Isn’t it just a year? He still can eat.
And as the two of them finished their vows, Zhou Hong, who was on the side, put his magic wand on the hands that they held together~EbookFREE.me~A golden light thread flowed from the tip of the stick, The hands of the two slowly wrapped around their torso like vines, and finally disappeared in their bodies.
"Oath."
Draco slowly let go of his hand, his eyes leaning against the iron railing blankly-he had just betrayed his soul.
"Okay, don't make this look of being so damned. Now we should talk about Dumbledore."
Draco slowly raised his eyes and looked at the talking Mike.
However, he saw that Mike was using his magic wand to continuously use the cleaning spell on the right hand he had just held with him, and the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.
Draco's eyes twitched, but there was not much anger, but a little shame.
After all, he is also a person with a good aristocratic education and a slight cleanliness. Even if he exchanges with Mike, he will do it himself, after all, he is too dirty now.
"Well, you can do whatever you want, anyway, I don't have a clue at all."
Mike glanced at Draco, and he felt that the other party was completely salted now.
But he was not interested in talking nonsense with Draco anymore, and said directly:
"There is a vanishing cabinet in the Bokimbock store in Knockdown Alley. You can get him back during the Christmas holidays."
Draco's eyes lit up as soon as he said this. He looked at Mike with piercing eyes, and asked in disbelief:
"Isn't it? Could it be that you have..."
"Yes," Mike smiled, "just what you think."