great-warnovel Chapter 353 Pureblood Blood
Chapter 353 Pureblood Blood
Chapter 353 Pureblood Blood
After a series of ups and downs, none of the three people in the fireplace were Muggles using Floo Net for the first time. Even though they were being pulled by an unknown force, they landed smoothly on the other side.
The instant she burst out of the fireplace, Hermione unleashed countless sapphire meteors from her palm, striking the target who hadn't even seen her figure clearly.
Dumbledore, like a ghost, gripped Slughorn, a ring of golden runes etched into the ground, finally breaking the powerful pull.
Bang bang bang!
One explosion after another rang out around the figure, but Hermione could sense that the magic and explosions had not actually reached the other party, but were intercepted outside of him.
Only then did she have time to quickly scan her surroundings. This must be the interior of a pure-blooded nobleman's manor, with its magnificent decorations and exquisite, luxurious furnishings—she had never seen anything like it in her previous life.
But at this moment, these exquisite items, which would have been enough to feed a family for a whole year, were all shattered into pieces by the clash of magic between the two sides.
The person who brought Slughorn over was indeed a great wizard. The battle between him and Hermione started as a probing attack, but gradually intensified. The small indoor hall could no longer contain the firepower of both sides. With Dumbledore backing them up, Hermione could suppress them without any worries.
boom!
A flash of red light appeared, and the opponent blasted open the wall behind them, retreating outdoors.
"Oh, my home!" the old Potions Master cried out in despair.
Hermione then stopped, feeling embarrassed. The luxurious manor she had been thinking about for so long turned out to belong to Professor Slughorn. But that made sense; he was a long-established pure-blood, a highly respected Potions Master, and had served as Head of Slytherin for many years. It was quite normal for his mansion to have a fireplace connected to the school.
"So who's outside?" Dumbledore gripped his arm tightly, afraid he'd be sucked away again.
"It's Lucius, Lucius Malfoy!" Slughorn said with a bitter face.
"He escaped from prison? And became a great wizard!?" Hermione exclaimed in disbelief.
Although the old professor had mentioned the name before, she at most thought that this guy had done something strange again, such as escaping from prison or being released. She never expected that he could become a great wizard.
Lucius is a weak man, something she saw through from the first year of school. This man rose to the position of Speaker of the Malfoy Castle through the accumulation of his father and family, and through scheming and the exchange of interests.
But he was actually strong on the outside but weak on the inside. His privileged life made it difficult for any of these pure-blooded wizards to become strong, let alone break through the most difficult barrier and become a great wizard.
Over the years, many nobles have been imprisoned in water dungeons because of political struggles, but no one has ever been known to be able to turn the tables and succeed because of a sudden change.
The difference between an ordinary wizard and a great wizard is not so easy to overcome; otherwise, for the past fifty years, apart from Dumbledore and Grindelwald, only Voldemort would have been swaggering around.
Perhaps Hermione's incredulous tone was too strong, making the person outside feel humiliated.
"You look down on me that much?" The cold, hoarse voice was like sandpaper rubbing against a tree, completely different from the voice of Lucius that I had heard before.
The three turned to look, and the dust gradually dissipated, revealing the scenery of the inner city.
Hermione had never been here before and this was the first time she had seen the magical dome of purebloods. Although it was still noon, the sky here looked like dusk, painted with a layer of the blood-red color of the setting sun.
The inner city was quiet, without a sound of human voices. The trees drooped listlessly, and the free-roaming white peacocks and other ornamental animals hid away, as if they were afraid of something.
"Where are the nobles? With such a commotion, even if they don't show up, shouldn't the Aurors at least show up?"
Hermione was thinking this, but the next moment, when she saw Lucius's appearance, she was immediately shocked.
This man had only been imprisoned in the water dungeon for a little over a year, but he had changed so much that she almost couldn't recognize him. His face was aged, and his once golden, smooth hair had turned pale and frizzy. He was wearing a loose silk robe that didn't fit him well, his back was hunched, and he was leaning on his own bone scepter, looking like an old man.
Perhaps because he had been in the water dungeon for too long, his face looked gloomy and pale, swollen and bloodless like a dead man.
Only his eyes, bloodshot and seemingly about to drip from, stared at Hermione with a look of hatred and madness.
"You, it's you! Hermione Granger!" He practically spat out the name through gritted teeth.
"If you hadn't ruined my plans, I wouldn't be in this state now!"
He looked ready to skin the girl alive, but Hermione remained unfazed: "What did you do? How did you escape?!"
Although judging from the magic and aura he exudes, he has reached the level of a great wizard, we have two on our side. If Lucius thinks he can do whatever he wants now, then we'll give him another blow and make him realize reality!
"Hehe--hehehahahahaha!" Lucius suddenly began to laugh maniacally. His mental state seemed quite unstable, but the scarlet magic power emanating from his body was like a viscous light, crushing and distorting the surrounding lawn and ground.
"Malfolk is a city named after Malfoy—my fathers built all of this, so how could they not have left me a way out!"
"That rumor," Slughorn sighed from behind.
"That rumor about the Wizard King and ancient magic—it was probably all spread by Lucius—."
"Axley took the Magic Flute, and without it, the nobles' control over the Twins was greatly weakened, making his plan almost unimpeded."
Hermione was still full of doubt: "So what exactly did he do to gain the power of a great wizard after escaping from prison?"
Slughorn looked enigmatic, as if he were too afraid to tell the truth.
But Dumbledore seemed to understand something; his somber face was like that of the Grim Reaper: "I don't think you want to hear the answer, child. He—he ate the others!"
As if in sync with Dumbledore revealing the answer, Lucius, with a sickly smile, lifted his silk robe, straightened up, revealing his scarred upper body, and countless arms that had suddenly grown from his back!
"The rumor is that becoming the King of Wizards, the ruler of all wizards, might grant one the favor of ancient magic."
"Gain the power to control everything." He laughed loudly, looking at the three men in front of him whose faces were ashen.
"The rumor is true, but the order should be reversed." Lucius seemed to have been blinded by the power.
He explained with a smug smile.
"Master ancient magic, and then unite the power of all wizards, and you can become the Wizard King!"
As if a memory had been stirred, Dumbledore closed his eyes slightly and recalled: "The evil theory of containing the blood of many purebloods in one body and tracing back to the purest source of magical bloodlines—it seems your fathers began to study it very early on."