Chapter 1044: Destiny (2)

"You've lost weight!" Draco trembled his lips, stubbornly not letting himself speak in a crying voice.

Gore is not just as simple as losing weight, his black hair has now become all white, just like Professor Dumbledore said, he has been extracted a lot of vitality, and his lifespan will definitely be greatly reduced.

It is a kind of loss that affects the soul. Maybe Goyle will go to Anton to see if there is any way to do it. Anyway, Dumbledore doesn't have much to do with research on this aspect.

Gore couldn't see anything. His eye sockets were covered with a thick layer of bandages. Of course, even if they were taken apart, they couldn't see anything. There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets.

He just touched his thin cheek lightly, and giggled silly, "My grandpa is very thin, he looks very handsome, maybe I have become handsome too."

"Idiot!" Draco cursed with a smile, finally feeling relieved.

He almost slumped on the chair beside the hospital bed, feeling like he was going to collapse, and he was so weak that he didn't want to stand up.

The nurse who came to change the bandage took a look at him, took out a bar of chocolates from the trolley in front of him, and put it on the table next to him, "You can eat some too."

After speaking, she staggered away pushing the small car.

Dumbledore watched the pair of good friends finish chatting with a smile, and then asked, "Son, what did you do?"

"I……"

Gore shook his head, as if seeing something, a bright smile appeared on his face, the smile was so pure.

"I saved Mom and Dad!"

His tone was so firm.

"Anton is right. The Hall of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries is indeed the closest place to destiny!"

"I originally wanted to interfere with the previous prophecy through a lot of divination through Mr. Grindelwald's guidance..."

"But I don't know what happened there, I suddenly felt the smell of fate, Merlin's beard, that smell is really similar to what Anton described!" Gore looked haggard, but he didn't know why Give everyone a look of light on their faces.

Dumbledore was very familiar with this expression.

Anton is like this, as soon as magic is mentioned, he suddenly wakes up, dancing with excitement, especially fanatical.

"The taste of fate is getting stronger..."

"I just walked over like this, walking on the long river of fate..."

Gore gestured with his hands randomly, but fate is always so indescribable, he couldn't describe the picture he saw in detail, "It's so beautiful, fate..."

"And then the 'love magic' really worked, and I didn't even make a prophecy..."

"I just looked at my parents like this, thinking that they must not appear in that picture..."

"Then, they literally disappeared!"

Gore's face was full of joy, "I can feel it, I can feel it, they are really saved, it's not like Anton said that there will be other ways to pay the price of escaping fate, haha, they don't need Those who paid the price survived!"

This silly boy.

Dumbledore looked at Goyle with emotion, "Son, you paid the price."

"Really?" Gore froze for a moment, waved his fist vigorously, and exclaimed excitedly, "No wonder it succeeded, that's great!"

Behind Sirius and Professor McGonagall, Harry and Ron looked at each other and exclaimed, this is magic that has never been heard before, so amazing.

Listening to Goyle's words, Harry felt grateful to his mother. Yes, he survived Voldemort, but his mother paid the price for him.

On the other hand, Hermione pursed her lips. She didn't know why, but when she heard what Goyle said, she became more and more irritable.

Yes, very touching.

Although it was inappropriate to think this way in such an occasion, she was really jealous—Goyle, a fool, could cast such powerful magic.

And she, like most wizards, may not be able to cast the 'magic of love' to sacrifice for the people she cares about.

It's hard.

Even if she finally felt the secret of casting spells that sister Anna told her from Gore's story - sincerity.

Oh, don't look at just two words, in order to translate these two words, Anna told Hermione how long it took for her to understand.

Can……

Extreme piety, how to do it?

Wizards don't have the feudal superstitions of Muggles, and they don't believe in any gods. There are no gods who can give her more powerful spellcasting methods to make her dedicate her piety.

emmm...

Miss Granger was very worried.

...

At this moment, in a strange secret room under an unknown castle in America.

This secret room was very strange, with a fireplace on each of the three walls. At this moment, one of the fireplaces was lit with the unique green light of floo powder, and the figure of Lucius appeared in the fireplace spinning.

He didn't come out, he just leaned on a new cane and looked at the sofa next to the round table in the middle of the secret room.

Old Goyle was sitting on the sofa, with his head down and his body shrunk, as if he was afraid to face Lucius.

The two were silent for a long time, and Lucius finally spoke.

"I heard that you had a fight with old Crabbe before?"

Old Goyle trembled, raised his head with some difficulty, looked at Lucius in the fireplace, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

How good their relationship used to be was that he and the old Crabbe comforted Lucius who had to marry Ms. Narcissa, the eldest lady of the Black family, because of the family marriage.

They are stupid, not stupid.

Old Gore still remembers what he said, "My mother taught me that maybe I'm too stupid to fight for something, so I should cherish everything I have in front of me."

Greed, for fools, is self-defeating.

But now, he is greedy.

Betrayed his loyalty to Malfoy and completely dedicated his loyalty to the Dark Lord Voldemort.

For, is his son.

Yes, the dark lord's secret experiment is said to have been successful, and the experiment to study the dreadful creature like the silent from the dementor is said to have a way to give Goyle complete wisdom.

Old Goyle believed it, because his son secretly told him that the powerful Anthony Weasley had analyzed the state of the Dark Lord's soul, and believed that the Dark Lord had finally moved from a broken soul to a complete soul, possessing complete wisdom.

He never doubted that the Dark Lord could do this. The Dark Lord was undoubtedly the most powerful wizard, otherwise he would not have allowed so many ancient pure-blood families to follow him so wholeheartedly.

Old Goyle didn't speak, he knew that Lucius must know why he had to quarrel with old Crabbe.

It was because he had broken their bond, a bond they had insisted was stronger than contract magic.

It continued for hundreds of years and stopped in his generation.

Lucius lowered his head and stroked the copper snake head on the new cane, "I have to tell you something, my people in the Magic Congress told me that when everyone found out that the Order of the Phoenix had sneaked in, he happened to be at the door, so he used the Tracking spell..."

"In the picture given to him by the trace spell, two people are clearly seen, little Crabbe and little Goyle."

"It's impossible!" Old Goyle screamed excitedly.

"Really?" Lucius chuckled, "Maybe you can tell me, our Gregory Goyle, where is he now?"

Old Goyle looked at Lucius with a pale face, and smiled miserably, "Don't you all know that Gregory was taken hostage by the evil Order of the Phoenix, and it was in this castle that he was captured cruelly? Gouged out his eyes."

"Well~" Lucius raised his eyebrows, "You can tell our great Speaker Riddle about this, do you think he believes you?"

"..." Old Gore slumped on the sofa weakly, his chubby hands had been pinched so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Of course, the Dark Lord doesn't really want to find out who set off that Fiercefire, he just needs to give everyone an explanation." Lucius mentioned this, with an imperceptible sarcasm on his face .

"As for whether the Gore family is involved or not, he doesn't mind."

"unless……"

"The person who gave me the news published the picture he saw with the trace spell, then the great Speaker Riddle will have to take the Gower family too."

"At the expense of his two Death Eaters, he will definitely feel distressed, and he will also be particularly satisfied with the perfect effect of such a sacrifice bringing people's hearts together."

"What do you think? Stupid old Goyle."