A Visitor on a Rainy Night

Lucius regretted killing Barty Crouch Jr. just as much as he had enjoyed doing it.

He had thought cooperating with Dumbledore was a good idea—after all, Voldemort had feared Dumbledore most of all back then.

After all these years, the Death Eaters' influence was practically nonexistent. Even if the Dark Lord returned... what could he possibly do?

The Malfoy family would always stand with the winners. As long as Dumbledore killed Voldemort, Lucius could continue enjoying his current life by virtue of having chosen the right side in time.

He could even... after people like Crabbe, Avery, and Yaxley had all been thrown into Azkaban, take the opportunity to amass even more wealth for the Malfoy family and earn back all the Galleons he had spent bribing the Ministry of Magic over the years in one fell swoop!

He had made his plans well, and he had been sincere when he cooperated with Dumbledore... but who could have expected this?

First, a group of Acolytes had barged in and prevented him from notifying Dumbledore in time to reach the monastery. Then Voldemort had actually escaped!

That Dark Lord, even alone, was enough to make the entire Wizarding World tremble. Especially now that he had recovered and had no burdens holding him back, he felt even more terrifying than before!

Although they had all worn masks when they gathered that day, Lucius did not dare hope Voldemort would fail to recognize him.

And among those imprisoned in Azkaban, his name was absent. Lucius suspected Voldemort already knew who had betrayed him!

Hiding in this perfectly ordinary Muggle Community, Lucius never dared put down his Wand. Imagining the Dark Lord suddenly breaking into his home, cold sweat slid down his temples and soaked the collar of his expensive silk shirt.

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