Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

Lucius returned to his home with a sullen face. He first found alchemy necklaces and rings in the inventory at the bottom of the box to increase the strength of spell casting. He also changed his wand to a civilized wand with a more ornate pattern. Between the two, At the connected position, gently apply a little lubricant.

Because the other party was his former master, even though he had just been resurrected, Lucius still did not dare to take it lightly. There were many reasons.

First, he doesn't have that ability. If he was stronger than Voldemort, he wouldn't have to play word games with Dumbledore like he is now. Instead, he would be as dominant as Voldemort back then.

Secondly, he learned that Little Tom was resurrected through the flesh and blood of his son, while Big Tom, the real owner, was resurrected through one-third of the Philosopher's Stone. Although it was the smallest of the three parts, together they were It’s a quarter of the amount, but it can’t be underestimated.

After the magic props were prepared, Lucius used magic to clean himself up and changed into a set of gorgeous mainly black clothes. Even if evil guests and enemies came to the door, he would treat them with the most "courteous" appearance. It didn't matter. Grudges are just upbringing.

Moreover, black also has the meaning of mourning clothes, and giving oneself a farewell is also a farewell to the other person.

This 'Slytherin' who has been shrewd for most of his life is undoubtedly ready to drag his guests to death together. In the past, he could kneel under the opponent and kiss his robe for power, but now he can put that down for his son. The two masters died holding each other in their arms.

The moment he saw his son's face as pale as paper, Lucius suddenly felt that the power and interests he had been chasing for most of his life were of no use. At the same time, his desire for power also faded. If something happened to his son, he would be standing still. So what if you were at the top of wizarding Britain.

Afterwards, Lucius went below and summoned house elves. Although these little things were slaves of wizards, they were actually as powerful as Aurors, or even a bit stronger, because their unique talents allowed them to be invincible. Wand casts spells.

"Ok?"

He counted the number of people. After all, he was a good thug. Lucius had to know how many people he had. But when he counted the number of people, he found that one of his house elf was missing.

"Where's Dobby?"

"More than……?"

Several house elves looked at each other, and in their big round eyes, they all saw each other's doubts, and finally an old elf came out.

"Master, we haven't seen Dobby for a long time. Isn't he performing the master's mission?"

"Mission? What kind of mission requires you to go out?" Lucius frowned. He thought this was very bad. "How long has it been since I saw it?"

"Well...it's been a long time."

The corners of his mouth turned downward, Lucius was speechless, but he also saw that this was the limit, and these slaves did not know the specific number of days.

"Forget it, trash... just disappear if you don't see me." It doesn't matter if there is one less or more, Lucius doesn't care anymore. "Be prepared, there will be guests coming."

"Is the guest... an important guest?" The old elf glanced at Lucius's emphasis and nodded. "I understand, master. We will entertain you with the highest standards."

"No, there is no need to go to such trouble," Lucius waved his hand. He himself needed to maintain his dignity, but the other party did not have the 'highest standard' qualifications. "It's enough to bring a pot of tea, and then everyone is ready to fight." ."

"Fight...fight!" When the old elf heard this, it seemed as if he had heard something worthy of joy. He ignored the etiquette of a master and a servant and stared straight at Lucius. "Is there finally a chance? The glory of Malfoy was made with blood. !”

Under the leadership of the old elf, several elves bowed deeply to Lucius. Their pointed noses could touch the expensive carpet, and then they all disappeared with a few "cracks".

Lucius, on the other hand, leaned back on the chair a little sluggishly, his eyes distracted.

"Glory... Malfoy's glory," Lucius laughed out loud as he didn't know what he thought of. "If you can die together with the famous second-generation Dark Lord, you will indeed be able to create supreme glory, even It can go down in history.”

Like the Potters, who were able to name their son the savior for ten years, it was impossible for a nobleman like him to give himself the title of a prodigal son, a hero in the dark, or even title his son a savior.

Lucius closed his eyes. He has a good wife, a good... no, still a naughty son who likes to imitate him, but I believe he will grow up in the future, because the world is moving forward, and the British magical world is no longer A puddle of stagnant water, Draco would always know that his father was a loser and a mediocre person.

Living for so long is enough.

Lucius opened his eyes, he already had the will to die.

……

"Voldemort?"

Located in Edinburgh Castle in Edinburgh, Rachel Soren was holding up a royal sword and gesticulating, completely ignoring the young man in black robe who suddenly appeared behind her.

Even though he was the Dark Lord who suppressed the British wizarding world ten years ago, he was already over 50 years old.

Sensing the dissatisfaction of the young man, who seemed to be disrespected, Sauron sneered, changed the sword to his left hand, turned around and looked at him with dignity.

"No, what do you want me to call you? Dark Lord?" Sauron twisted his neck left and right, making a clicking sound. "Are you worthy? Tom?"

If saying 'Voldemort' before was indeed a bit of a joke, then now it's a face-on, and it's clear that it's a slap in the face.

A person who calls himself by a very powerful code name all day long is either an unknown person (or has amnesia or brainwashing), or he is extremely dissatisfied with his name.

Therefore, the best ridicule is not the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, but his own name.

"Avada!!!"

When someone provokes someone, even if they are under the command of the same 'main god', Voldemort still won't let anyone ride on his head.

As for the evil god?He is not a human being.

The death curse struck quickly, and Sauron leisurely pushed the sword forward.

Crack-!

When the two connected, the green light of the death curse dissipated, but the sword in Sauron's hand was not damaged. Instead, there were traces of light green lines flickering on it, like a breathing lamp.

"Oh, that's it?"

I took a look at the Quan Sword I had transformed, and saw that it only had a little bit of the characteristics of [Soul Destroyer]. To describe it, I felt like I only ate one Shaomai for breakfast - I wasn’t full at all.

Feeling completely offended, Voldemort was angry. He originally thought that his reputation would make his "colleagues" bow to him, but he didn't expect to be provoked like this. This made Voldemort miss him, as he had not been treated like this for a long time.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Thousands of snakes come out of their holes!"

"The ground is thorny!"

……

After Voldemort paused for a moment, countless curses filled the entire inner courtyard of Edinburgh Castle, completely ignoring that this was a remnant of history.