Deep in the dense forest of Albania, in a cold stone room in Lord Voldemort's underground base, Rudolphus Leishman, Leishman Leishman, was holding an empty glass in his hand. Lestrange held an empty beer bottle in his remaining hand and casually looked at the huge TV hanging on the wall. The TV was showing a close-up of Draco excitedly waving his fist after scoring a goal.
However, the TV signal was not very good. The image was jumping up and down, flashing frequently, and occasionally, there was a snowflake.
"We are too far away from England, and we are underground. It's all noise … But Draco's performance is good. This is the first time you are not watching Draco's game live, right?" Rudolphus leaned back in his chair, looking bored.
"When I'm not watching, he plays very well. In fact, as long as Slytherin's spotter keeps Harry Potter busy, I believe that Slytherin will win based on the score alone." Lucius Malfoy held a black mask with silver patterns in his hand. He was about to say something when he suddenly looked at the door.
Gidro Lockhart, wearing a small blue hat, appeared at the door and made a knocking gesture.
Seeing Rudolphus and Lucius in the room looking at him at the same time, Gidro was slightly startled. He felt that he should not be there at this time. He immediately showed his trademark smile. "Mr. Leishman, I'm here to get the supplies for today's Muggle."
Rudolphus lazily pointed to a few dirty bags in the corner and sneered. "You are a smart guy. You took the initiative to fight for the job of feeding these mudbloods. Although it is a little trivial, it is safe."
Gidro did not dare to refute. He smiled and said, "Mr. Leishman, this way, Mr. Dolphus Rolle can do more important things."
"Did you get the dead mudbloods out?" Lucius looked at Gidro coldly. This liar wasted a year of Draco's time and made Draco's second-year study of defensive black magic a joke. He was not even as useful to Draco as the dirty werewolf. If it had been during the first Magus War, he would have dealt with him first.
"Sir Malfoy, I've already transported them out to feed those trees early in the morning …" After answering carefully, Gidro did not dare to stay any longer and quickly took the food. When he walked out, he did not forget to close the door that was previously open.
"Hmph, this liar." Lucius raised his chin.
"Don't bother with this piece of trash … Parkinson and Gower sent the red-haired one flying! Potter was also flying! … Slytherin caught the Golden Snitch. Draco won. " Rudolphus pointed to the television. Large patches of green flooded the field. They cheered and threw Slytherin's Quidditch players into the air. "That little girl from the Harris family can fly pretty well."
"Lower your voice!" Lucius looked a little flustered. "Master doesn't like people mentioning Harris."
"You're too cowardly, Lucius. You're even more cowardly than that liar …" Rudolphus shook his empty sleeves. "I don't have any outsiders here."
"You should be more careful …" Lucius muttered. His eyes were fixed on Draco who was smiling brightly on the television. There was a flash of relief in his heart. This was the kind of life Draco should live.
"I should go." Then Lucius stood up and prepared to leave.
"Get out of here. Don't go when you're breaking the curse." Rudolphus lifted the bottle and took a sip. He shook it again and found that it was already empty.
Thinking of his upcoming mission, Lucius, who had already walked to the door, turned back and said to Rudolphus, "Rudolphus, you have to pull yourself together. This time I'm going to look for the Hand of Victor. I heard from the vanguard that the ruins have collapsed. I need to carry out complicated excavation and breaking the curse. The time I'm going to take will probably be longer than expected. But if I can successfully excavate and find this magical item, I'll contact Rabasta and Bella to plead with Master when I come back. I'll try to get Master to agree to put the Hand of Victor on you … If it doesn't work, I'll ask Master to make you a replica like Bella. "
Hearing his wife's nickname, Rudolphus frowned. His face became more gloomy. "Just take care of yourself. If Master was willing, he would have done it for me."
Seeing that Rudolphus took out another bottle of beer and slumped in the chair as if he was not interested in anything, Lucius put his mask on his face. "Rabasta tried his best to act like you, his brother. Obviously, he wants to be valued by Master just like how you used to be. Rudolphus, for you, he has already beaten up a few wizards who secretly said … bad things about you. "
Rudolphus impatiently waved his hand and shooed Lucius out. The room was silent. Only the sound of the Slytherin's celebration could be heard from the TV.
After walking out of the door, Lucius was stunned for a while. He then slowly walked to the surface where there was no Anti-Apparition Transfiguration Circle. Thinking about his wife, Narcissa's sister, and Master's unscrupulous behavior recently, he shook his head sadly. Sissy said that her sister Bella had surprisingly inherited their parents' fanaticism for purebloods. She was even more fanatical than the Malfoy Family who had been secretly in contact with the Muggle Royal Family before the implementation of the Secret Law. However, Bella was also the most loyal to her family among the three sisters, at least to the Blake Family.
Bellatrix became a Death Eater at an early age. She even married her best friend, Rudolphus Lestrange — a man she did not know much about at all. Her best friend quickly fell in love with Bella and joined the ranks of other wizards who abused her, enjoying the cruel pleasure with her.
Although there were signs of this before, recently, the woman became more and more unscrupulous after Rudolphus lost his hand. The only man who was truly loved by Bellatrix was his former master. When he was in the Ministry of Magic, Lucius was shocked by her fanaticism for the Lord Voldemort. Bella's tone was always gentle when she spoke to the Lord Voldemort, and recently, she had become even more aggressive. Sadly, his new master, Allen, talked to him about his former master's condition, but the love of his wife's sister was someone who could not feel love.
When Lucius, who was thinking nonsense, passed by the cave where Muggle was locked up, he heard a noise inside. He looked through the open stone door and saw that Gidro Lockhart, who had just received his food, was taking care of a pair of mudblooded mother and daughter in the cage. He stretched out his hand and put his kettle through the bars. He tilted the kettle and fed the black tea with milk to the two or three-year-old girl whose cheeks were still fleshy under such conditions. Looking at the way the little girl raised her head to drink the water, Gidro smiled at her mother, revealing his signature white teeth, "Don't just eat bread. Your daughter will spoil if she can't finish it. Slow down, don't choke."
Lucius only realized that Gidro Lockhart had distributed his food to the two dirty mudbloods. Noticing Gidro Lockhart's notebook, he crossed his arms and looked at him coldly. "Liar, you've run out of topics to write a book. Now, you're not even letting these dirty mudbloods go?"
Hearing the sneer behind him, Gidro Lockhart's smile froze on his face. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the back of Lucius who had just turned and left.
Gidro Lockhart didn't know how long Lucius Malfoy had been standing at the door, but there was no doubt that Lucius must have seen his special care for the mother and daughter in front of him. In an instant, his heart felt as though it had fallen into icy water, and his mind was like a bucket of paste. This was a terrifying moment for him. Every footstep of Lucius's departing footsteps was like a lead hammer pounding on his heart.
After spending some time together, Gidro Lockhart had clearly seen how inferior these Muggle were to this group of Death Eaters. This was much more serious than what he had heard from the newspapers and others. They didn't treat Muggle as human beings at all. If they knew that he had kindness and sympathy for these Muggle, he didn't know what they would do to him.
Gidro Lockhart's heart was beating very fast. He was so scared that he was nailed to the ground, unable to move. His face was pale and dull for a long time before he remembered that Malfoy had left in the direction of the entrance here. No one came to trouble him or punish him, which meant that Malfoy hadn't told anyone about this matter, at least not yet.
Gidro Lockhart put away the notebook he was writing and stuffed the rest of the food into the cage. His tongue seemed to be frozen, and his voice was muffled as if he was suffocating, "I won't come here often in the short term. Finish the other things first. It doesn't matter if they see the bread."
A cold hand suddenly grabbed Gidro Lockhart's wrist. The mother holding the child had a pleading look on her face as she cried softly, "I know you are different from them. You are a good person. At least send my daughter out. She is still so young and hasn't experienced the beauty of the world … She shouldn't die here …"
Gidro Lockhart quickly pried the woman's hand away from his wrist with his other hand. He lowered his head, and his lips trembled, "I'm sorry, Nancy. These people know that all of you are here. Even if I send you out with the carts, you won't be able to live. They will monitor me and put you in the Killer Vines. That thing is much more powerful than the Devil's Net … "
Gidro Lockhart could take care of these Muggle to a limited extent within his ability. In fact, the gratitude of the Muggle fans made him, who was used to being worshipped by fans, feel like he had regained the feeling he had before he went to prison. He even took the risk to take care of the mother and daughter in front of him out of pity.
But Gidro Lockhart didn't dare to let Muggle go without permission. The brutality of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord scared him out of his wits. Unlike what he thought, no Death Eaters actually cared about Muggle, just like how humans didn't care about the names of the ants under their feet. This was just Gidro Lockhart scaring himself.
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