Attacked Out of Nowhere While Eating Dinner and Chatting...
Lucius Malfoy never imagined that he would be attacked while having dinner and chatting with his wife and children outside England.
He only had time to hear a loud bang before he was struck by a red light and lost consciousness.
When he woke up, Appaloosa was lying on his back in the chair, his face deathly pale, looking as if he were dead.
Lucius approached Appaloosa to check for breathing, a group of wizards appeared in the doorway and raised their wands at him.
Another flash of red light appeared, and when he woke up again, he was in a dimly lit cell.
Bound to the corner in shackles, and with even his wand confiscated, the wizard was in a truly desperate situation.
He tried shouting loudly, attempting to summon a wizard or similar figure to identify himself, but to no avail; no guards came to answer.
The dark prison was larger than he had imagined. Faint snoring and cursing could be heard from all directions, indicating that there were other prisoners, but their exact locations were uncertain.
"Narcissa and Draco must be very worried about me right now..." Lucius hunched his shoulders, revealing an undeniable sense of dejection.
Looking at the dimly lit cell, he felt a sense of unease and fear, unsure of what he was about to face.
After all that commotion, his robe was filthy, and there were burn marks on his sleeves.
"Why did this happen..." He raised his right hand to examine the marks on his sleeve. "When we get back... Narcissa will probably scold me for being so undignified..."
He seemed to remember something else, and slowly pulled open his left sleeve. "The Dark Lord seems to be in New York too... attending some kind of seminar... if..."
"Forget it! Forget it!" He shook his head again, trying to banish the absurd thought from his mind. "If this is the Magical Congress's prison..."
"I doubt even the Dark Lord can get in... and even if he does... getting out will be very difficult... unless he gives up all the members of the Magical Congress..."
A burst of light appeared in mid-air, so bright that Lucius was caught off guard and all he could see was a white blur.
When the light faded and he could see his surroundings again, Wizet's figure appeared before him.
At the same time, a burning sensation came from his left arm, as if his skin was being scorched by a raging fire, leaving behind a jet-black black Dark Mark pattern.
"Black... Dark Lord!" Lucius was terrified and tried to kneel down, but he was bound by shackles and could not take another step forward.
"To make a long story short," Wizet said, raising his wand and gently pressing it against the parchment, transforming it into a beetle. The beetle flapped its wings twice and then flew silently out of the cell.
"I think I know what happened to you. You had an accident in Appaloosa, right? So think back to what happened last night until now, and I'll see what happens next."
"That's right... okay..." Lucius opened his mouth, then quickly followed Wizet's instructions, trying hard to recall anything related to it.
Wizet drew his wand and pressed the tip against Lucius's temple, intending to use the name "Appaloosa" as a "fulcrum" to cast the Memory Extraction Charm.
Lucius was filled with fear. He instinctively shrank into the corner, but dared not move his head, for fear that something unexpected might happen.
His eyes were fixed on the silent Wizet, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.
Those buried memories welled up in his heart without him realizing it, and he felt as if he had returned to more than ten years ago, watching Voldemort interrogate wizards and strip them of their memories.
"Concentrate!" Wizet frowned slightly. "I only need your memories from last night until now!"
"Okay! Okay!" Lucius shuddered, not daring to think any further, and desperately tried to recall what happened last night.
"Move Spirit Remove Memory!"
Wizet chanted a spell, slowly raised her wand, and drew out a silver Memory Thread.
He inserted the Memory Thread into his temples and, with the help of Ancient Magic Power, quickly browsed through the related content.
A dark and dilapidated alleyway...
Lucius stepped through the wall, and a beautifully decorated room appeared before him...
Appaloosa, looking gloomy, appeared, and the two began a meal together, discussing business-related matters...
A maid had just finished serving the food when she suddenly raised her wand, and Lucius was immediately engulfed in red light, plunging the scene into darkness...
The scene lights up again; it's daytime now. A large hole has been smashed in the wall, and several homeless men are peeking out cautiously...
Lucius paid no heed to any of that; his attention was entirely on Appaloosa, Appaloosa face was deathly pale, as if he were already dead...
He reached out to check Appaloosa's breath, and when his sleeve touched the corner of Appaloosa's mouth, wisps of black smoke rose up, as if it had been corroded by something...
With a few "snap" sounds, the Hit Wizards of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol appeared, Lucius was once again stunned by the Stunning Spell, and the scene completely disappeared...
Extracting the Memory Thread and then reading and experiencing them through the Pensieve is the normal procedure, which can minimize the possibility of accidents.
The method adopted by Wizet is obviously much riskier. Such a simple and direct acceptance of memories makes it easy to be influenced by the subjectivity of those memories.
In Lucius's memory, only Voldemort would read memories in this way;
Once he gets a satisfactory answer, Voldemort will raise his wand, point it at the wizard whose memories have been extracted, and smile as he recites the Killing Curse.
If he doesn't get a satisfactory answer, Voldemort will also raise his wand, first torturing the victim with the Cruciatus Curse, and then reciting the Killing Curse...
Thinking of this, Lucius became even more uneasy, straining his eyes to stare intently at Wizet, who was frowning slightly.
Lucius prayed silently, hoping that the memories wouldn't disappoint Wizet; he didn't want to be tormented by the Cruciatus Curse.
"It doesn't seem to be poisoning..." Wizet's brow relaxed. "For wizards, the only reliable way to kill someone is the Killing Curse ..."
"The Killing Curse?" Lucius shrank back even further, feeling that what Wizet was saying was truly terrifying.
Wizet instinctively explained simply, "That's right! Wizards aren't that easy to kill. To be sure of killing a wizard, you'd have to use Killing Curse..."
"As for the so-called poison, if it does not have a fatal effect on the soul, it can still save the person. At most, the process will be a bit more complicated, depending on the specific type of poison."
"Hmm..." Lucius was covered in sweat and could only give a dry reply.
He recalled the Death Eater gatherings where Voldemort would talk to them about death, how to cast the Killing Curse, and how he was powerful and fearless of Killing Curse...
Looking at Wizet, who was analyzing the details with a serious expression, Lucius felt that it was an expression of indifference to life...