great-warnovel Chapter 364 It's All for You
Chapter 364 It's All for You
Chapter 364 It's All for You
The Swiftblade of Kalia sliced through the Ironclad Curse again, but this time it wasn't Hermione, but Neville.
This foolish child, once looked down upon by Lucius, is now repeating what Hermione did to him back then.
The man with the withered manuscript quickly retreated, swinging his staff to launch a massive rock attack, but Harry followed up with a hammer blow that shattered the boulder. The enormous impact and debris forced Lucius to roll away to avoid it.
This was the tactical roll he had taught the children, and now he was demonstrating it again, immediately adding the Ironclad Spell after getting up.
"Stop struggling, I don't want to hurt you." Bloodthorns gradually surrounded him, and Draco, whose hand had transformed into a dragon claw, attacked from behind. The brute force of the dragon almost crushed Lucius's newly raised armored spell.
"Look at your disgusting appearance! You trample on your own blood! And you've turned into those stupid beasts!" Lucius roared, the shooting red light forcing Draco back, and the spreading flames burning away the thorns.
"If our blood is really that noble, why have you been defeated by Hermione time and time again?" The boy, now a teenager, had been away from his father's guidance for a year and was no longer the child who blindly followed others' opinions.
"Shut up!" Lucius, his defenses broken, glared at him with his scarlet eyes. Some unknown magic seemed to have gotten into Draco, causing him to choke on his next words and unable to utter a single syllable.
Consequently, he couldn't even cast spells, and Lucius's cursed whip was already lashing out.
"You unfilial son! Let me teach you a lesson!"
The silent Maria attacked from the flank, her sharp silver claws shattering the cursed whip and halting Lucius's further assault.
Draco quickly stepped back and tried to open his mouth, but could only make a sound.
"His evil power still remains, everyone be careful!" Harry's magic doesn't require much incantation, so he fearlessly took the lead, while Maria and Neville attacked from both sides.
Although Lucius seemed to still have the strength to fight, his body had long since reached its limit, and he was now completely risking his life. Seeing that a few children could drive him to the brink of despair only made him more anxious and furious.
With the collapse of his Crimson Kingdom, the merchant class and blood nobles disappeared, and adult wizards rushed to the scene. The Aurors temporarily built stone bridges to connect the fractured city, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix had arrived at the Blooming Peacock Square.
James wanted to help, but Sirius stopped him: "The kids can handle it. Lucius is already at his limit."
Finally, after Harry smashed the armor charm again, he spat out a mouthful of blood and, unable to dodge, had his chest slashed open by Maria's silver claws.
"Ah!" A scream rang out. Although the wound was not deep, Lucius cried out in pain as if he had been splashed with strong acid.
He knelt on the ground, convulsing and barely able to stand.
"Does it hurt that much?" Maria was stunned. She looked at her fairy silver claws. Wasn't this thing just like an ordinary cold weapon? She hadn't poisoned it.
Meanwhile, Hermione, who had completed the work of subduing the ancient darkness, finally arrived in the air.
Looking at Lucius, who was kneeling in the crowd, writhing in pain, I asked, "What happened to him?"
Before he could finish speaking, Lucius suddenly threw his head back and yelled. The gash Maria had slashed in his chest suddenly split open, and crimson energy shot out violently.
The blast wave forced everyone away, but Hermione remained on high alert.
"His magic has been almost completely drained, where would he get the strength?"
But the next moment, she saw the shining runes at the crimson core.
"The Great Rune!?"
The girl could hardly believe her eyes. Lucius, a great wizard who achieved his status through trickery, actually possessed a great rune that she herself did not have!
The ancient darkness had drained the ominous magic from his body, but as long as the Great Rune remains, given some time...
They can still recover to their peak form!
The runes he possessed were different from Dumbledore's, clearly representing different powers. And like before, these runes could only be seen by Hermione's unique vision; to others, even Dumbledore, they were just a dazzling crimson mass.
"Wait! It seems to be trying to escape?" Hermione used the Ironclad Charm to push aside the strong wind and kept a close eye on the rune.
It was also incomplete, slowly emerging from Lucius's chest, enveloped in red light, and it looked as if it was about to fly out into the sky along with the red light.
"We can't let it escape!" Although the exact situation is unknown, it's clear that there's more to Lucius's story.
Hermione acted decisively, extending her staff.
The dark celestial body that had just been captured in the pointed flower bud now had a gap opened in the runes that bound it, and a powerful suction force was immediately generated, focusing on the crimson mass under the witch's deliberate manipulation.
The eternal darkness truly lived up to its reputation as the nemesis of all magic. Even the Great Rune, which had transformed into light and fled, could only obediently turn a corner and be sucked into the celestial body.
Now, the originally black sphere instantly transformed into a light bulb emitting an ominous dark red glow. From a perspective unseen by others, Hermione could even see the large red rune swirling inside.
The moment Hermione gained control of the rune representing some kind of law, she felt a surge of power coursing through her body.
It was as if they possessed infinite magical power that they could manipulate at will, and could control everything in the world at will.
Along with this came sharp and malicious emotions; some force was influencing one's will, regardless of who one looked at.
That force seemed to be telling itself how much the other person hated it.
However, Hermione was not Lucius. She had a strong enough will and her half-body Hilmi to share the pressure. She only closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment before suppressing that malice.
Looking at Lucius again, after the red light completely left him, he had a huge gash in his chest and looked like he was about to die, but his scarlet eyes had quietly returned to normal.
Narcissa quickly stepped forward, poured various healing potions into his mouth, and applied them to his wounds.
Lucius rolled his nearly lifeless eyes: "You—why—"
"What—what have I done?"
But Narcissa simply lowered her head and tended to his wounds: "You can't die yet, there are still many things I haven't settled."
Lucius gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh. He had been blinded, but he still remembered everything he had done.
Kneeling on the ground, he struggled to lift his head and saw Hermione and Dumbledore approaching together, surrounded by members of the Order of the Phoenix.
The people of Malfoy.
Aurors, commoners, and Muggles all looked at him with fear and disgust.
"I know what you want to ask—" he said hoarsely, without any attempt to hide anything.
"It was the fairy fairy who hid a ball of ancient magical energy in the Malfoy family's vault at the very beginning of the rebellion, cough cough."
"The nobles have been secretly researching this subject since my father's time—and all of this is probably a conspiracy by the fairies."
He looked at Maria: "I didn't realize it until I was injured by the fairy metal and all my power collapsed in an instant."
I'm afraid I'm just a fat lamb raised by a fairy—"
"Malfolk - All Purebloods"
He gave a wry smile: "It's all like a joke—"
"What have I done—" After the interference of ancient magic was removed, Lucius did indeed seem more like a normal person.
The thought of having devoured so many nobles made him gag and vomit, causing the wounds all over his body to burst open.
"Even so, you cannot escape your guilt!" Captain Auror said, straightening his posture.
Lucius looked up, not at him: "Draco—my son, come to me."
The boy moved his feet, and seeing that neither his mother nor Hermione objected, he nervously walked to his father's side.
The man struggled to raise his hand, trembling as he stroked his son's face: "I'm about to die—"
"I'm sorry—I haven't been a good father—"
His blood mingled with the abrasions on Draco's face, and with the tears that silently streamed down Draco's face.
"I can only give you everything I have—the Malfoy family—everything—is yours from now on—"
In a moment when no one was aware, Lucius, through a drop of blood from his fingertip, transferred all the contracts he had seized by devouring other nobles to Draco through the bloodline connection.
The little sprites that had been controlled before sensed the change of their master almost immediately. They mingled in the crowd and all looked at the boy.
Lucius finally collapsed silently.