Chapter 473: Fooling! Just fooling!

"I heard that you want to assassinate Dumbledore, right?"

As soon as Mike said this, the muscles at the corners of Draco's eyes began to tremble desperately, and he stammered:

"No! No! I don't... I dare not! I won't assassinate Dumbledore, I swear! I won't..."

"Shh!"

Mike made a gesture to silence him, and seeing this, Draco quickly covered his mouth tightly, with a look of horror on his face.

Mike nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"No, you must assassinate Dumbledore, understand?"

"Okay, okay... um? What did you say?"

"I said you must assassinate Dumbledore, do you understand?"

"Know... know, but... why?"

Mike stood up straight, lowered his head and sneered at Draco, gnashing his teeth and said:

"Because I want Dumbledore to die!"

Draco's mouth was wide open, his face full of disbelief, at this moment he even doubted whether there was something wrong with his ears.

Mike continued indignantly:

"You have no idea what that old guy did! Why do you think I haven't found the assassin yet? It's because old man Dumbledore protected him! No! They are in the same group!"

"This... this is unlikely, right?"

"What's impossible? Dumbledore seems amiable on the surface, but he is actually a jealous villain! Why do you think Voldemort became the Dark Lord? You should know that he applied for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He really wanted to teach the young wizards Defense Against the Dark Arts at that time!

But Dumbledore was jealous of his talent. Not only did he reject his request, he even used his power to suppress him, which forced Voldemort into a desperate situation! It can be said that the so-called Dark Lord was completely forced out by Dumbledore!

And now, Dumbledore has pointed his spearhead at me again! He is worried that I will become a more terrible wizard than the Dark Lord in the future! So he wants me to strangle him in the bud!"

Mike shouted wildly, his roar echoing in the empty prison, causing Draco's eardrums to hurt.

Draco didn't care about the pain in his ears. Compared with his eardrums, his heart was shaking more violently at this moment.

What Mike said was too shocking. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. This made him feel very confused.

Mike didn't give him too much time to think. After taking a breath, Mike squatted down again, staring at Draco with his bloodshot eyes and said:

"Make a decision quickly, either sign an unbreakable oath and continue to assassinate Dumbledore, or die here."

Draco fell backwards suddenly. He looked at Mike with horror and muttered quickly:

"But...but, I still don't understand, if Dumbledore dies, who will deal with the Dark Lord? This doesn't make sense!" Mike and Zhou Hong looked at each other, and then they laughed.     "Hahaha! This is simply the funniest joke I have heard this month."     "Yes, Draco, you are really a talent. You succeeded in making me laugh."

Looking at the two people who laughed non-     stop, Draco was confused. He couldn't figure out what was so funny.     The two people outside the door finally stopped laughing after a while. Mike took a breath and said to Draco:     "Do you think, we are really afraid of Voldemort?"     "Is it... not?"     "You are still too naive." Mike shook his head and said, "Compared to the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, is simply a joke. He can only make trouble in the country of Ying. The Ministry of Magic in other countries has never taken him seriously. Believe it or not, as long as Voldemort dares to extend his claws to other countries, then the Ministry of Magic in Europe and even the world will unite. Haha! In the face of a force of that scale, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are just a group of bugs!     To tell you the truth, I have actually united a large group of pure-blood nobles to start transferring all the wealth to the United States. That is a very contradictory country, where Muggle-born wizards like me have a very high status, because there Anti-bloodline discrimination is the right thing to do!     But at the same time, they also respect the nobles with pure blood, especially the pure-blood nobles from Yingguo. The upper-class wizards in the United States have a natural inferiority complex in front of them. This is easy to understand. The United States was originally formed by a group of robbers and fugitives. They are a group of nouveau riche.     Why do you think Chris and that large group of pure-blood nobles suddenly disappeared? They went to the United States to lead the way for us! Now everything is ready. As long as the situation in Yingguo reaches an irreversible point, I and some of the remaining people will immediately go to the United States and continue our lives there! "     Mike stood up as he spoke, his hands raised high, his eyes shining, and his expression fanatical.     And Draco in the cell also had a face full of longing. Obviously, he also wanted to live like this.     Taking a deep breath, Mike slowly withdrew the excitement on his face.     He lowered his head and looked at Draco again, and said meaningfully:     "It must be hard to stay with Voldemort?"     "You...what are you talking about!" Draco's pupils shrank suddenly, "How is this possible!"     "Stop lying, your expression has told me everything! And now Voldemort is crazy, he is moody, and I can completely imagine his attitude towards his subordinates! Just admit that he is a very difficult master to serve. If nothing unexpected happens, the Malfoy family is almost about to be emptied by him and his group of subordinates, right? He is sucking your blood now! Do you expect him to give you several times the return of your current investment after overthrowing the Ministry of Magic? Don't dream! He will only kill you all!"     "No! He won't do that! No...ah! It hurts!"     Draco muttered to himself in a trance, but halfway through he suddenly covered his right forearm with a painful expression, screaming and rolling on the ground. The     corners of Mike's mouth rose even more, he knew very well what happened.     The Dark Mark is not just a tattoo used to indicate identity. It is a sophisticated magic developed by Voldemort based on many profound disciplines such as symbol magic, name magic, language magic, etc.

This makes it almost impossible to copy, and it has the function of positioning and ensuring the loyalty of subordinates.

Draco's current situation is to trigger this so-called loyalty-ensuring function. This function is very interesting. As long as the person who has been marked with the Dark Mark has the intention of betraying Voldemort, he will be burned by the Dark Mark. To avoid this situation, in addition to maintaining permanent loyalty, the only way is to use the brain block to deceive the Dark Mark.

However, the application conditions of the latter are very harsh. Even Snape, the recognized master of brain block, is often burned, not to mention Draco.

He must have been persuaded by the alliance plan mentioned by Mike just now, otherwise he would not be burned!

"Tsk tsk tsk! You look like a dog now, Malfoy." Zhou Hong sneered, "Is this the reward for your surrender to Voldemort? It's really funny!"

Draco glared at Zhou Hong. He was afraid of Mike but looked down on Zhou Hong. If it were usual, he would definitely curse, but now he was in so much pain that he had no time to care about anything else.

Draco's miserable wail lasted for nearly half an hour before it stopped. This was not because Draco had given up the idea of ​​betrayal in his heart, but because the magic power in the Dark Mark was exhausted. Next, it would slowly absorb Draco's own magic power to replenish itself. When the charging was completed, it would be triggered again if Draco still had the intention of betrayal.

Draco lay on the floor like a puddle of mud. He gasped for breath, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Mike outside the cell nodded slightly. Draco didn't say anything too embarrassing just now. He was still a little bit of backbone, which Mike was quite satisfied with.

He twisted his neck and smiled slowly when he heard the cracking sound from the joints.

"Draco Malfoy, you see, this is the end of joining Voldemort. That third-rate Dark Lord is completely crazy. He will only lead people like you into destruction."

Draco didn't speak. The torture just now had exhausted all his physical strength. He needed to rest now.

Mike continued,

"I could have watched you gradually go to extinction with a smile, but now, I am willing to give you a chance, a chance to continue the Malfoy family!"

As soon as these words came out, Draco, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, changed his expression. He struggled to raise his head and stared at Mike with bloodshot eyes. It was not until then that Mike realized that blood was slowly flowing from the corner of Draco's mouth. He should have accidentally bitten his tongue when he was tortured just now.

This situation is very common, so Mike usually puts a hardwood stick into the person's mouth when torturing or interrogating others to prevent the other party from biting his tongue in two.

Draco's bleeding was not much, so Mike didn't care too much. He slowly leaned down, looked into Draco's eyes and said,

"Go kill Dumbledore, and then I will give you a way out, a way to follow us to the United States."

Draco's pupils suddenly dilated, and after a while, his breathing gradually slowed down.

He stared at Mike intently, and finally grinned and said:

"Wo Puxin, you are so bold."

His two rows of white teeth had long been stained red by blood, and his voice became unclear because of the injury to his tongue, but Mike felt his determination.

This determination made Mike's face no longer smile. He stood up straight with an expressionless face, looked down at Draco with eyes like looking at a worm and said:

"Not too stupid. But, either cooperate or die, you don't have a third option. So, what is your choice?"

Hearing this, Draco smiled, and laughed very arrogantly. He seemed to know that his mouth was in a bad state now, so he deliberately grinned to show his two rows of bloody neat teeth to disgust Mike and Zhou Hong.

But he soon stopped laughing, because Zhou Hong had already drawn his wand. Draco believed that if he dared to laugh again, the other party would definitely cast a killing curse on him mercilessly, which could be seen from Zhou Hong's hideous expression.

As for whether Zhou Hong would cast the killing curse, Draco had never doubted it. Zhou Hong was a well-known new generation genius of Gryffindor College. Such a person was so close to Mike, so he would definitely cast the three unforgivable curses.

So, Draco immediately closed his mouth and put his hands in front of his face and said anxiously:

"No! No! No! I will cooperate! I will say whatever you tell me to do! Let him put down his wand!"

Mike and Zhou Hong both laughed. Mike squatted down again and stretched out his hand to Draco, while Zhou Hong continued to point his wand at Draco.

"Then, let's sign the contract."

Hearing Mike's words, Draco's eyes flashed a trace of struggle, but he quickly reacted, crawled to the fence, and held Mike's outstretched hand.

As Mike slowly read out the specific content of the oath, Draco's face became worse and worse. The content of Mike's contract was really a bit too much.

It not only required Draco to keep secret what happened in the past few days and everything that followed, but also required Draco to obey all of Mike's orders for a whole year.

This is simply a contract of sale!

But Draco gritted his teeth and repeated what Mike said.

Isn't it just one year? He can handle it.

As the two finished their vows, Zhou Hong placed his wand on their clasped hands.

Strands of golden light flowed out from the tip of the wand, slowly winding along their hands like vines towards their torsos, and finally disappeared into their bodies.

"The vow is made."

Draco slowly let go of his hand, leaning against the iron railing with lifeless eyes - he had just sold his soul.

"Okay, don't make that expression of being fucked. Now we should talk about how to kill Dumbledore."

Draco slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Mike who was speaking.

But he saw that Mike was constantly using his wand to cast a cleansing spell on his right hand that he had just shaken with, and his expression was extremely disgusted.

Draco's eyes twitched, but he was not very angry, but rather a little ashamed.

After all, he was a person with a good aristocratic education and a slight mysophobia. Even if he and Mike were to switch places, he would do the same thing. After

all, he was too dirty now. "Well, let's do what you say. Anyway, I have no idea at all now."

Mike glanced at Draco. He felt that Draco had completely become a nobody.

But he was not interested in talking nonsense with Draco anymore. He said directly,

"There is a vanishing cabinet in Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley. Go get it back during the Christmas holidays."

Draco's eyes lit up as soon as he said this. He looked at Mike with a sharp gaze and asked in disbelief,

"Really? Do you have..."

"Yes," Mike smiled, "It's just what you think."