Mihail Lording It Over Everyone

When the rough stone wall pressed against his back, Barty Jr. suddenly realized he had been dragged into the shadows.

Lucius's fingers slipped into his pocket, felt around for a moment, and pulled out a yellowed piece of parchment.

—It was the note with the monastery's address!

Could he be planning to...?

Barty Jr. glared at Lucius with bloodshot eyes, hatred almost flowing tangibly from them.

Lucius somehow understood what he meant. He suddenly laughed softly, his laughter cold yet pleased.

"I never wanted to make this choice, but you forced my hand... Back then, who didn't choose to follow the Dark Lord for wealth and glory? And what did we get?"

Not me! Barty Jr. glared at him furiously, roaring in his heart, You shameless traitor! Not everyone is as spineless as you!

Lucius shook his head, lowering his voice even further.

"The Dark Lord failed, Crouch. Again and again and again. I truly don't understand why you can still be so sincerely, wholeheartedly loyal... Have you acted for so long that you fooled even yourself?"

If looks could kill, Lucius Malfoy would have died ten thousand times over.

But they could not. So Lucius casually transfigured a piece of rubble on the ground into a dagger, while still speaking in a light tone.

"We followers paid an enormous price to avoid the interrogation chamber, only to be searched and humiliated by trash like Weasley. Whenever we try to have a little fun, either Black chases us around like dogs, or useless fools like you execute us at will... Why?"

"Open your eyes and look carefully—I am Lucius Malfoy!"

"Don't think I'm like you mad dogs, willing to eat dirt and rot in prison for some so-called 'pure-blood glory.' My life... is worth ten thousand times more than the