"How are you here, Draco!"
Behind the dozen or so Death Eaters, another hooded figure in a cloak roared. Everyone could hear the bluffing bravado in his voice!
Needless to say, it was Lucius Malfoy.
Draco's appearance in the Hall of Prophecy had clearly left him bewildered. Not just him—even the Death Eaters who had come with him were equally confused.
Though the Death Eaters still had their wands trained on Harry and the others, they could not help turning to look toward the other end of the ninety-seventh row of shelves.
"Draco, you've joined forces with Potter!"
Another Death Eater asked. It was a woman, and her voice was brimming with murderous intent.
"I-I'm carrying out the Dark Lord's mission—"
The woman questioning him was Bellatrix, a mad Death Eater whom even his father and mother had no desire to provoke.
Draco hurriedly defended himself, frantically raising the Vine Staff in his hand as proof.
Hiss.
At the sight of the staff radiating an air of mystery beneath the dim light, quite a few Death Eaters sucked in sharp breaths and exchanged glances in silence.
"But this staff... the Dark Lord sent you to steal this staff!"
Malfoy froze for a moment. Then, an indescribable fury swelled up from the depths of his heart, almost burning away his reason.
The Dark Lord had sent Draco to steal a staff from Amosta Breen!
This... this was sending his son to his death!
"When did this happen!"
Even Harry could hear the gritted fury in Lucius Malfoy's voice!
"During the summer holidays!"
Draco was not stupid enough to call him Dad outright, but the pressure he had endured for so long finally became too much at this moment.
His hoarse, shrill voice was like two rusty saws trying to cut through