"Dark King!" Suddenly hearing this strange and familiar title, Malfoy glanced at his wife beside her. She stared at the front with her eyes intently, her face as pale as her husband, her long blonde hair hanging on her back, but under the table, her slender fingers gently touched his wrist.

Because of Nassisa's touch, Malfoy suddenly woke up and whispered: "The Dark Lord... Sir... OK, OK, I should go to pay homage to that lord... Because of the Ministry of Magic's blockade, I was unable to learn the news of the return of that lord at the first time... But I am loyal to that lord... I will follow you!"

"That adult?" Rodolphus Lesterlanch showed a vivid and sarcastic expression. He glanced at his sister-in-law Narcisa who was with her husband and whispered: "And you... Narcisa. Let's go with me together!"

Rodolphus Lesterlanch took out a heavy, polished sandalwood, with an obsidian scepter on the top of the scepter. A silver-shaped fire dragon entrenched at the top of the scepter. All the Death Eaters saw the vivid fire dragon swimming at the top of the scepter and spitting out blue flames with a look of awe and fear. They respectfully surrounded the scepter, forming a circle around the scepter one by one, half-kneeling and bowing their heads, putting their right hand under the scepter. Rodolphus gave the Malfoy and his wife "doing" eyes, and half-kneeled and placed his right hand under the scepter.

The Malfoy and his wife hesitated and followed their actions.

The silver fire dragon at the top of the scepter suddenly looked up and looked at them. He flapped his wings and spit out a sip of flame at the top of the obsidian. Then the space with obsidian as the caste suddenly twisted. All the Death Eaters and Malfoy were swallowed by the void without any resistance and disappeared from the spot.

When Malfoy opened his eyes, he had already arrived in a big house. There was no idea that it was an old house of a pure blood family. The portrait on the wall was wrapped in black cloth and silent magic was imposed on it. The strange scepter was in the center of the hall, and the Death Eaters half-kneeled on the ground according to the circle they surrounded.

"So it's a door key!" Malfoy glanced at the scepter and thought to himself.

He felt very strange. These Death Eaters who he was very familiar with were very strange... strange, just like they were loyal to a new master, Nassisa said in his ear: "This time the phantom moves, there is no such dizziness!"

Malfoy was shocked. When they were moved by the "door key" phantom, they didn't feel anything, just as if the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

Rodolphus Lesterlanch led the Death Eaters to open the door. Malfoy saw a very familiar figure behind the door, with his back facing him, wearing a black robe, standing in the center of the hall like a master, as if waiting for someone. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Bojin Bock?"

Malfoy glanced around quickly and made sure he didn't see any shadow like Voldemort.

Bojin Bock heard his voice and turned around and smiled, "Long time no see...Mr. Malfoy. The batch of black magic items you sold me last time are of high quality... It is worthy of being Voldemort's personal treasure."

Malfoy's face changed drastically. He quickly looked around, but Rodolphs and the Death Eaters were not furious. They kept their heads down after pushing open the door, and their faces were silent with great respect.

Malfoy was a little embarrassed to see the situation in front of him, and he hesitated: "I have always maintained my loyalty to the Dark Lord. For his great cause, I lurked in the Ministry of Magic. When the Dark Lord was frustrated for a while, I had to protect myself for the sake of a big plan and wait for the time... Fortunately, the Dark Lord did not let me down, and the Dark Lord finally got out of trouble again, so I came here to offer my loyalty."

Bojin Bock said calmly: "Loyalty...but there is one question, I want to ask you. Lucius... Are the Malfoy family loyal to Voldemort or to the Dark Lord? Are you loyal to the strong, or to pursue the Tom Riddle who is not clean even if he dies?"

Malfoy's face turned pale and terrible. He remembered the 'suspicious rumor'. At this time, Bojin Bock had already arrived in front of Nassisa and called out: "I am not the Nazi Voldemort. I don't even have a cup of black tea when I came to visit him for my loyalty... Guru!" He called out, and an ugly house elf moved behind him.

The house elf named Gulu secretly looked up at the Malfoy and his wife, and then asked respectfully: "Master, what are the instructions?"

"Give Mrs. Malfoy a cup of black tea..." Bojin Bock said calmly: "Narcisa, I killed your sister... Another living member of the Black family is missing."

"I am loyal to..." Malfoy stammered, his eyes wandering among the former Death Eaters, and his trembling voice could not hide his anxiety: "Sir, if you are stronger than the Dark Lord... no, Voldemort, what reason do I have not to follow you?"

"Very good..." Bojin... No, Chen Ang nodded and said, "Old Malfoy, you should have some guesses. I am indeed not the person represented by this face. Everything that Bojin Bork and this name represent is something I have taken away from that poor man... Then Malfoy, guess where is the original Mr. Bojin now?"

Malfoy was sweating coldly. He unexpectedly noticed that the house elf named Gulu was trembling and could hardly hold the teapot in his hand. His eyes were full of tears and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

Apparently the 'Mr. Bojin' also noticed this, so Guru shook even more violently, and the Death Eaters all lowered their heads tightly. Their fear was so obvious that the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere. "Guru!" Mr. Bojin called out, Guru shivered in fear. The teapot in his hand almost fell down. It fell in front of Bojin and screamed: "Master, forgive me, Master!"

"Don't be afraid!" Mr. Bojin said: "Gurur, I'm going to give you your name temporarily... because I need you... all of you to do a big thing. After Sirius and Tom Riddle escaped from Azkaban, Sirius went to warn the Ministry of Magic, which attracted the attention of some people in the Ministry of Magic, but the other part - headed by our Minister of Magic Fudge, refused to accept this fact. On the one hand, he asked Dumbledore for help, but on the other hand, he wanted to operate the matter of Azkaban into a prison escape for prisoners in order to maintain the order of his rule."

"The world has changed...but our Mr. Fudge refuses to accept this fact. He even slandered poor Sirius as a fugitive, and not long ago, Sirius, who wanted to warn the Ministry of Magic again, was unfortunately trapped by Aurors... Just tonight, trial by Wiesengamo, with Dumbledore as his defense."

"Now, friends! We are going to make the Ministry of Magic accept this fact-the new Dark Lord has arrived!"

"So I decided to surprise the Ministry of Magic and the Wisengamo Court... Let's attack them! To announce my arrival...and save poor Mr. Sirius."
Chapter completed!