Hogwarts Slytherin

Chapter 167 Blood of Innocents

Lestrange Manor.

Everyone is still talking about the wedding just now.

It's just that the protagonists of the conversation have changed from Bellatrix and Rodolphus to the Dark Lord and Dumbledore.

Everything that just happened is still vivid in my mind——

.......

Unlike Muggles, who have another set of strict wedding procedures, wizards do not believe in God, Allah or any other gods - this has been criticized by Muggles in the past and has become a legitimate reason for them to persecute wizards. - those pagans, infidels and traitors who do not respect the pastor.

Even after Merlin obtained godhood, the situation did not improve.

Merlin was too easygoing a god. He never announced his name to the world, nor did he force people to believe in him. Even when he was imprisoned in an oak tree by Vivian through trickery, he was only an example of a wizard becoming a god. It is spread among the wizards.

But now, his name only has a few vague stories left in the Muggle world, and even many wizards may not know him better than the Muggles.

But these wizards may not include Voldemort.

Just after the officiant announced that the two newlyweds had become partners, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the high platform.

Everyone covered their mouths in disbelief.

Some people were so shocked that they dropped the champagne in their hands.

His beautiful voice, like the finest cello, resounded in the vast auditorium. The music of the ghosts gradually stopped, and only his voice remained in the auditorium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I may excuse you, I am delighted that I can officiate at the wedding of Mr. Rodolphus Lestrange and Ms. Bellatrix Black today."

When this sound sounded, Bellatrix's body shook involuntarily, and her eyes widened.

Ever since this man appeared, she could no longer see the existence of anyone else, including his husband.

Looking at Voldemort, Bellatrix's eyes covered by heavy makeup finally shed a trace of sadness. She finally lowered her head and let the hood cover her eyes.

And it has almost become her instinct to bow her head in front of this man.

"Many people have forgotten the truth that our brides have to wear black veil to get married... When Muggles look at us with strange eyes, fear us, and persecute us, the conflict between wizards Weddings can never be blessed!”

"We are gifted with the best gift from this world - magic, but we can only hold a simple wedding in the dark after dark, wearing black cloaks."

Voldemort's voice was like a bewitching note, and many wizards with long-standing surnames were infected by his voice. They remembered what happened to their ancestors, and their eyes began to shine with hatred.

Of course, this kind of hatred is not directed at Voldemort who is still speaking on the high platform, but against those damn Muggles!

and their rat-like offspring, the filthy Mudbloods.

Voldemort's voice continued, his mouth barely opening and closing, but the voice penetrated everyone's head: "Since then, wizards have not been accepted by Muggles, but now, there are so many people , forgetting the past, trying to get us to accept Muggles—"

Just when everyone's hatred was getting higher and higher, Voldemort suddenly stopped speaking. He looked at the door of the manor, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and a trace of scarlet light flashed unnoticeably.

Everyone followed his gaze.

"hiss"

The guests who had just held the wine glasses firmly could no longer hold the wine glasses in their hands.

It's Dumbledore!

There were constant gasps from the crowd.

This...even if the Black family did send an invitation to Dumbledore, it was more out of provocation and no one thought he would actually come!

Dumbledore didn't care at all, and didn't care about everyone's gaze. As if he was in his own yard, he strolled to the wine table nearby, picked up a cup and shook it at the two newcomers.

He nodded slightly as a greeting.

Bellatrix was also briefly attracted by the old man's attention, and she immediately turned back to look at Voldemort subconsciously.

And Dumbledore even brought gifts!

After handing his gift to the house elf, he casually found a seat and sat down.

Coincidentally, this position is right in the front row facing the stands!

There is only one person in the whole story who is genuinely happy for his arrival, and that is Sirius.

He almost couldn't help but rush up to say hello, but thinking of his plan later - Sirius finally restrained himself.

Voldemort looked sternly at Dumbledore, who was sitting in the front row wearing a white ceremonial robe.

Dumbledore's blue eyes made it impossible to see the emotion in them. They just met this former student, the Dark Lord who now makes the wizarding world tremble, and looked at him without fear.

"Simply, not everyone is so unwise," Voldemort's voice continued, "Understand that only pure blood is the foundation for the continuation of wizards."

Voldemort's voice gradually became clearer in the minds of everyone present:

"We don't need Muggles to understand that those lower beings without magic are not worthy of comparison with us."

"We don't need to be blessed by Muggles. The great world has given us the best gift we were born with."

"We don't need to be accepted by Muggles, because with our magic we are destined to always stand above them."

"We don't need to accept Muggles. Pure blood should not be tainted by lower creatures. Only purity will receive the blessings of the world!"

"Today, I am very happy, very happy - to see another pair of pure bloods unite. They will bring more pure blood to our wizarding world and bring a truly glorious future to our wizarding world."

He smiled provocatively at Dumbledore in the audience.

Voldemort ordered the official from the Marriage Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic, who looked slightly embarrassed, "Now, why don't you hurry up and let our two outstanding purebloods sign the marriage contract and declare their marriage to be official and legal?"

The Ministry of Magic official was startled.

"But......"

Voldemort frowned, "Huh?" Brutal dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The Ministry of Magic official trembled when he saw this, and dense cold sweat immediately began to break out on his forehead. He did not dare to look into Voldemort's eyes.

But there are still so many people watching below...

Finally, he turned his head and looked at the newcomers who were both bowing their heads in silence, and took out a piece of parchment.

"As long as you sign this, your marriage will be officially effective." The Ministry of Magic official said dryly, and a corner of the parchment was stained with watermarks - this was the sweat on his palms.

Bellatrix mechanically picked up the quill floating in mid-air and was about to sign her name.

"I object!"

An old, heavy voice suddenly sounded in the auditorium, and the crowd was in an uproar. The invited reporters were so excited that their cameras almost exploded. Dumbledore, wearing a white ceremonial robe, stood up in the front row.

"I object!" An old, heavy voice suddenly sounded in the auditorium. The crowd was in an uproar. The invited reporter was so excited that the camera in his hand was about to explode. Dumbledore, wearing a white ceremonial robe, stood in front of the crowd. stand up.

"Interrupting other people's weddings, even you shouldn't do it, Dumbledore." Voldemort turned his head to the white-robed wizard, his tone was polite, but who were there?

Most of the people who can be invited to the wedding are people who have a good relationship with Black and Lestrange. They are all smart people!

What's more, most people have another identity - Death Eaters, and they are all too familiar with Voldemort's tone.

I just feel a chill on the back of my neck.

I'm just afraid that the opponent's wand will glow green.

"I'm sorry, Tom." Dumbledore said with a smile, but there was no apology in his tone.

"I think you may have missed some steps - for example, you haven't asked the newlyweds if they are willing to get married. I think you have to admit that this ceremony for Muggles is still necessary."

"Ha-" Voldemort's face twitched and he let out a short sneer.

"Are you kidding me, Dumbledore, about Muggle rituals?"

"Using Muggle rituals on Black and Lestrange? Dumbledore, you are really confused. They are all real wizards, blessed pure-bloods, and are--"

"Tom, you are always so self-righteous." Dumbledore's voice was unhurried, but it made people jump.

"What a blessed pure-blood marriage. Shouldn't the measure of the happiness of a marriage be whether they love each other?"

"You always underestimate love, Tom, or you don't understand it at all - why don't you ask them? Why don't you ask them if they really want to accept this marriage and love each other?"

Dumbledore walked slowly to the wedding stage. The white robe and the black robe stood opposite each other, as clear as day and night.

"Don't call me any names, Dumbledore!"

Voldemort leaned toward him and hissed like a cold, poisonous snake.

"Why don't you ask, Tom, don't you dare?" Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with pleasure, as if he was happy to see his reaction.

Dumbledore was right, Voldemort in recent years was indeed easily angered.

His sanity is getting less and less...

Especially since he was planning the next one - Slytherin's Locket.

That was the glory that belonged to their Slattery, and he couldn't help but want to put his own mark on it...

What's more, he hates that name so much - Tom Riddle!

How Muggle-like!

How - ordinary!

After entering the magical world, the Dirty Tom I met in the Leaky Cauldron, the cat raised by my classmate was named Tom - just like Jerry!

How could such an ordinary name be worthy of him, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin!

Look at the increasingly bloody brilliance in his eyes, and the wand that can still be imagined tightly clenched at the bottom of his sleeve even though no one is seeing it——

Time has passed for so long that even Voldemort himself has forgotten the caution and the forbearance that Slytherin was proud of before he succeeded in rising.

If he gets pissed off at this wedding….

If this wedding is ruined by the wrath of the Dark Lord...

Of course Strange, who had been looking forward to the wedding at this time, could not just sit back and watch this happen!

He stood up suddenly and said in a cold tone: "Dumbledore, if you are not willing to attend the dog's wedding, then please leave. It seems that inviting you to come is obviously a wrong decision - —You know, I thought that as a highly respected professor, I would be willing to bless the marriage of my former student instead of destroying it."

Walburga and Signus stood up one after another at the Black family seat.

But Dumbledore didn't give them a chance to speak. He turned to look at Bellatrix who was standing aside. His azure eyes stared closely at her dark eyes and asked: "Miss Black, are you willing to marry Lester?" Is Mr. Ranch your wife? Consider him your lover and your lifelong companion?"

Bellatrix's eyes visibly wavered when she heard the word "lover".

Dumbledore keenly caught this wavering, and his voice became gentle and warm again, as if he was imagining the sun shining into the darkness, warming people's hearts.

"Miss Black, I still remember what a smart and decisive girl you were when you were still in school at Hogwarts. Undoubtedly, you were the best among those students, smart, beautiful, and powerful. , but what I appreciate most about you is still your personality of daring to love and hate, and never being hypocritical."

"I'm sorry to stand here and disturb your wedding, but I feel that as a former professor, I have the responsibility to find out your wishes and save you from the fate of being forced. I accept-"

"I am willing!"

Dumbledore slowly closed his mouth and just stared at Bellatrix with obvious disappointment in his eyes.

"Enough! I am willing. I, Bellatrix, am willing to marry Lestrange. We will spend our lives loyal to the Dark Lord."

Voldemort walked away with a satisfied smile.

Dumbledore left disappointed.

The wedding continues.

******

Sirius always had a way of saying the wrong thing at the right time.

Narcissa took the wine glass and walked away. She didn't want to stay with Sirius who kept ruining her good mood.

She began to look for other pure-blood classmates, and exchanged polite and distant greetings.

From time to time, he secretly cast his gaze at Lucius not far away.

At this moment, Lucius was no longer as arrogant as a peacock as usual. On the contrary, he even looked a little... haggard.

Even from such a distance, Narcissa could still see the fine stubble on his face at a glance.

"May Merlin bless him." Narcissa looked at her future partner worriedly.

She knew why Lucius was acting like this, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Even with the help of Professor Slughorn, the current head of the Malfoy family - Lucius's father, Abraxas' condition is still getting irreversibly worse.

Lucius had just grown up. If Abraxas fell, how could he hold on to Malfono's huge family fortune at this turbulent time?

Lucius didn't know either.

Especially the letter Slughorn sent him a few days ago - there is not much time left for him.

Narcissa stared blankly at the man she loved, not even noticing when the female companion opposite her left.

Looking at Nuo Da's Vanity Fair, what Sirius had just said flashed through her mind at an inappropriate time.

"It's all stained with the blood of innocent people."

The flowers all over the manor seemed to have lost their luster, and they gradually turned into pools of dried blood in front of her...

"It's all stained with the blood of innocent people."

"It's all stained with the blood of innocent people."

"It's all stained with the blood of innocent people."

.......

The words surrounded her like a spell.

Narcissa's face gradually turned pale, and she felt a little breathless.

Finally, she looked at Signus and Druella not far away, as well as Bellatrix and Rodolphus supporting each other, and the stars around her were now deserted compared to the past. Quite a few Lucius...

She bit her lip, her extension slowly became firmer, and the blood gradually returned to her face.

She wasn't Sirius.

She would never betray her family.