Hogwarts Slytherin

Chapter 173 Death of Abraxas

Malfoy Manor.

Abraxas had just burst into an earth-shattering cough, and every word he spoke seemed to be overdrawing his life.

Lucius looked at his father's appearance, frightened, and wanted to make him stop.

But Abraxas waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"When I was first poisoned -" he breathed heavily for a while, then continued, "I suggested to the Dark Lord not to rush to expand the size of the Death Eaters. After all, it is better to recruit some unknown identities than to keep recruiting. Guy...ahem, why not use the Imperius Curse on a large scale - ahem, do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad." Lucius replied, "It is to prevent more people from taking away a piece of the pure blood pie."

"I know most people would think so, including the Dark Lord. But I expected you to think more, Luke." Abraxas showed a wry smile. Lucius is still a little younger after all. If he A few more years...

Abraxas sighed, held Lucius's hand and looked at him with doubtful eyes and said: "If one day, someone wants to liquidate the Death Eaters, the Imperius Curse -"

Lucius's eyes suddenly widened, and he was so surprised that he forgot to even cry.

"This is my last selfish act, Luke." Abraxas struggled to reveal a wry smile that looked like he was crying, "I don't regret every step I took to lead Malfoy, but if one day, the Dark Lord finally fails, I will I hope you...leave a way out for the Malfoy family."

"But how could the Dark Lord fail..." Lucius murmured.

The Dark Lord is so powerful, and he has the support of so many pure-blood families. On the other hand, the Order of the Phoenix.

Except for Dumbledore, the strength of both sides is almost clear at a glance.

"In the past few years, I have been busy with too many things, and I have neglected to teach you." Abraxas had a soft and guilty look in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Luke, if there's anything I can't do If you feel regretful..."

"No, daddy," Lucius cried, holding Abraxas's hand, "I didn't grow up fast enough and couldn't help you!"

For a moment, there was silence between the Malfoys and their son. The only sounds in the room were Lucius's occasional sobs and Abraxas's heavy breathing.

Until another house elf suddenly appeared in the bedroom, screaming and shouting: "The Dark Lord is here."

When Lucius hurried out of the room, Voldemort was already standing on the Malfoy porch.

A few years ago, when Voldemort entered the Black house, he had to ask Abraxas, the owner of the manor, to open the door.

But now, he can appear directly and quietly in Malfoy Manor. Even if the defense of Malfoy Manor cannot be compared with the Black family, which has a long history and is famous for being good at black magic, his magic power is still growing so fast. People are afraid.

"Good afternoon, sir." Lucius saluted hurriedly, "It is an honor to welcome you."

He didn't even have time to cast a spell on himself and straighten his appearance. His eyes were still red.

When Voldemort saw Lucius's appearance, his mind moved slightly, and he asked in a deep voice: "Abraxas..."

Lucius shook his head silently, his eyes becoming sour again.

"Father, he is not very good now." He whispered, "I'm afraid..."

Voldemort frowned, seemingly worried about this.

Yes, worry.

At least he could find time in his busy schedule to deal with Malfoy, and Lucius quickly acted a little flattered by this.

In fact, he seemed to have been weighing something since he entered the door. Under the cuffs hanging at his side, his right hand that usually held the wand was currently tightly holding a slightly old black Muggle notebook.

"I'm going to see him. You don't have to follow me, Lucius." He agreed, and then strode upstairs.

Lucius was startled, but he quickly turned aside to make way for him, and saluted behind him: "Yes, sir. Then I will prepare the potion for dad first."

After hearing his words, Voldemort did not look back, waved his hand casually, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

When Voldemort pushed open the master bedroom door, Abraxas was still leaning on the head of the bed, with white hair hanging down next to his cheeks covered with red sores. When he pulled the corners of his lips and tried to act like before, When he smiled, yellow pus flowed out from the broken red sore.

"I am glad you are here, my lord. I am sorry that I am no longer able to welcome you." Abraxas gasped,

The long conversation with Lucius just made him very tired, but Voldemort's sudden visit made him unable to rest.

"That doesn't matter, Abu." Voldemort looked at Abraxas, who was almost completely different from before, and lowered his voice, as if a louder voice would be enough to kill him.

Just a month ago, Abraxas was a handsome man famous in the wizarding world, but now, he can't even keep himself fresh and tidy at all times.

Since studying at Hogwarts - having known each other for more than 30 years, even the hard-hearted Voldemort felt a little strange when he thought of how he used to be so charming.

"Is the medicine Orion sent useless?" Voldemort asked as he sat down in front of the bed.

"It doesn't mean it's ineffective," Abraxas said hoarsely, "It's just that it's not effective enough - but that can't be blamed on him. After all, the Black family is good at black magic, not potions."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort gritted his teeth and said harshly: "Damn it, wait until I find out who it is——"

Abraxas twitched his lips again when he heard this, but did not make a sound - he was so exhausted that he no longer had the strength to maintain feelings like hatred.

"Slughorn is still hiding in Hogwarts," Voldemort continued angrily. "It's best for him to hide for the rest of his life, otherwise let's see how I will deal with him."

On the contrary, Abraxas himself looked much calmer. He said softly: "Ever since Nobby Rich left his job early, he has completely fallen out with me. He feels that I ruined the future of his outstanding students, no." ?"

"That confused old guy," Voldemort couldn't help but scolded, "I'm always confused about this kind of thing. Is a Mudblood better able to lead the wizarding world in the right direction than a pure-blood wizard? ?”

Even though he was seriously ill, the corner of Abraxas's mouth still twitched with sarcasm: "Even if I had to do it over a hundred times, I would never sit back and watch a Muggle with no wizard blood become the Minister of Magic, even if Slugho Gern is now hiding in Hogwarts and refuses to help me prepare the medicine."

"What's more." He changed his tone, "Although Slughorn is known as the most famous potion master in this century, he probably can't cure the poison I am poisoned."

"Is this kind of poison really incurable?" Voldemort asked with a gloomy face, unable to imagine if the person who was poisoned was himself...

He squeezed the notebook in his hand tightly. It didn't matter, he wouldn't die. He was already on the way to fly away from death.

"Maybe." Abraxas took a few sharp breaths and continued, "If the Prince family is still there, only the Prince family..."

There was another violent cough, Abraxas's face turned gray, and Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

......

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with Dad, sir." He lowered his head slightly and said, "But it's already time for Dad to take medicine."

However, when he raised his head, the carefully prepared potion suddenly fell from his hand that suddenly lost strength, making a clear shattering sound.

His whole body was shaking violently, but he couldn't say another word.

"It's no longer needed." Voldemort looked indifferently at Lucius's face, which suddenly turned as pale as a death. A flash of scarlet flashed across his pupils, "Merlin has summoned him away."

There was no need to stay. Vorldemort took one last look at Abraxas, who was lying quietly on the bed, and turned towards the door. He paused when he passed Lucius, who seemed to have been cast a restraining spell.

He stuffed the black leather notebook into Lucius's pocket and said lightly: "This is what I gave to Abraxas. Now it belongs to you. Remember to take good care of it - maybe one day I will still have it." Use it.”

Then he pushed aside Lucius, who seemed to be unable to hear anything, and walked out of the bedroom door. It wasn't until he had gone down the stairs that he heard a heartbreaking cry from upstairs: "Dad!"

******

Have you ever suddenly felt the ruthlessness of time at a certain moment?

I was forced to grow up in an instant as if I was being forced to do something new, and I can never go back to the carefree life I once had.

Lucius used to like to use age-enhancing drugs to simulate what he would look like when he grew up, but now he feels that he grew old instantly at the moment his father passed away.

It was as if he and the previous child named Lucius were divided into two distinct persons.

The death of Abraxas was a huge gap. On one side of the gap was the innocent and innocent child of the past, and on the other side was the confused and helpless new head of the Malfoy family who had just taken office.

Sometimes you have to be strong.

Because no one can replace you and save yourself.

Abraxas's funeral was arranged by Lucius on the third day after his death, at the Malfoy Manor where he had devoted his life to.

That day happens to be Easter in Christianity.

From then on, spring comes and everything revives.

Due to the disgraceful cause of Abraxas's death, and the fact that his mistake this time would most likely make the Dark Lord angry with the Malfoy family, Abraxas's funeral could not be held with much fanfare.

Lucius suppressed his grief and made simple arrangements for his father's funeral.

He only invited a few family elders to attend. After Narcissa learned about this, she ignored the obstruction within the family and chose to come to Malfoy Manor to spend the saddest moment in his life with Lucius.

"He always advocated luxury during his lifetime, but his funeral was so simple." One of Malfoy's elders couldn't help but sigh.

"There has been no response from the Dark Lord so far. I'm afraid the situation is not going to be good this time. After the funeral, you should go abroad for safety." The elder warned him seriously.

Lucius burned all the portraits of Abraxas in Malfoy Manor in accordance with the request in the will of Abraxas, who appeared to him because of his inheritance of magic.

Because Abraxas hoped to have a peaceful and eternal sleep after his death.

"Father, I hope we can meet again in Avalon in the future." Lucius knelt in front of Abraxas' crystal coffin, listening to the ethereal music of the choir, clasping his hands together, praying so devoutly for the first time.

In just a few days, he felt as if he was seriously ill. His face was bloodless, pale and haggard.

Narcissa stayed behind to help with Abraxas's affairs, which he was extremely grateful for.

As for why no one came over for Blake... He hid all thoughts from his eyes.

After Narcissa learned about Malfoy's current situation, she went to her parents and asked them for help. However, Signus and Druella told her not to get too close to Lucius recently.

Only then did Narcissa realize that maybe things might develop in the direction that she feared most in her heart.

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"He took his people to Germany, preparing to take over Grindelwald's old forces that had surrendered to the Dark Lord, but he was ambushed near Nurmengard..."

"The scene at that time was very chaotic. Malfoy has always been a very cautious person, but unfortunately this time the other party was obviously well prepared."

"The Ludwig family who originally came to surrender also temporarily betrayed us. This time we suffered heavy losses... Abu was unfortunately hit by a very serious black magic curse during the melee, and Old Crabbe blocked it for him. A death curse, but when Goyle desperately took him to apparate back to England, he was no longer breathing——"

"Abraxas was struck by a spell near Nurmengard."

This is the Daily Prophet’s explanation of what happened.

In the evening of the next day, Old Nott also came to Malfoy Manor. He seemed to be confirming the statement in the Daily Prophet through such actions.

Lucius seemed to have grown from the slightly young aristocratic heir to a real leader of the Malfoy family overnight. He used his seemingly thin but reliable shoulders to support the current large and precarious family.

At this moment, his gray-blue eyes were filled with determination.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Nott. Malfoy will not forget anyone who helped him in trouble. Please also send this message to Crabbe and the Gower family." Lucius gave it carefully promise.

Lightning was thundering and wind was howling outside Malfoy Manor, but this historic castle still stood tall in the wind and rain.

******

The sudden death of Abraxas and the melee between wizards in Nurmengard are intertwined, making the situation in the magic world even more tense.

His death was so hasty that no one expected it.

Like a thunder on the ground, the entire structure of pure-blood families in the magical world changed in an instant.

The internal conflicts among the four houses of Hogwarts have gradually become acute.

Many pure-blood families are waiting and watching.They felt that Lucius alone could not support the huge Malfoy family.So many people are eager to try, rushing to get ready to tear off the first bite of 'fat' from the behemoth 'Malfoy'.