novelcrest Chapter 603 Narcissa's Fate
Chapter 603 Narcissa's Fate
Chapter 599 Narcissa's Fate (2)
Draco Malfoy sat in the interrogation room.
In this dark and gloomy interrogation room, he lost count of how many days had passed and had lost all sense of time.
Maybe half a month?
Each day is calculated based on the number of meals delivered.
However, he hates that sometimes the food delivery person isn't very accurate with the timing.
He hated himself more than he hated this aspect.
I failed.
I actually failed!
Before he was locked in this interrogation room, he was like a walking corpse, with only this thought in his mind.
How could he fail? And why did he fail?
As if possessed, he pondered the question repeatedly, and finally came to a conclusion:
do not know.
He's almost dead, so what's the point of worrying about how the plan was leaked?
In conclusion, it was a failure.
This problem was temporarily set aside, and the next problem immediately arose:
When will he die?
Or rather—when was he imprisoned in Azkaban?
Yes, there is no such thing as the death penalty in the wizarding world. According to his crimes, he was imprisoned in Azkaban.
For him, being imprisoned in Azkaban meant death.
It is even more terrifying than death.
He didn't know how long he would stay there.
One month? Two months?
unless-
Unless the Dark Lord wins.
Ever since Azkaban was attacked by the Dark Lord, its defenses have been as solid as iron.
So, will the Dark Lord really win?
Given the lingering effects of this defeat, the chances of victory are slim.
We've come full circle: he has destroyed his own path to recovery. Even if the Dark Lord wins, can he expect forgiveness instead of punishment from the Dark Lord because of his defeat?
Hard to say.
It could even be more terrible than being sent to Azkaban.
Draco stared listlessly at the black iron bars; even now, the unforgivable vow had become a joke.
How is Ginny doing now?
Is she outside?
If she's outside, how can she save him?
Just as Draco was pondering his future, the iron gate guarding him suddenly opened.
A man dressed in a black robe walked in.
"You, go out, you're free."
"Me? Free?" Draco pointed to his nose, asking incredulously.
How is that possible? How could he possibly be free?
"Yes, you are free." The man in the black robe nodded.
Draco still didn't believe he was free: he was more convinced it was a scheme by Phillips.
Lure him out, then "accidentally" kill him under the pretext of a prison break.
The reason he came to this conclusion was, naturally, that he couldn't figure it out:
How did I manage to be rescued?
Seeing that Draco didn't move, the man in the black robe left only the words, "Remember to seek refuge with the Dark Lord after you get out; he's in the north," before tossing his robe and leaving.
Draco was left standing there, dumbfounded.
one second.
two seconds.
five minutes.
ten minutes.
-
Shall we take a gamble?
Since entering Azkaban would mean certain death anyway, we might as well take a gamble!
Upon seeing the quiet, empty cell, Draco tentatively extended his left foot.
Nothing.
What about the right foot?
It's alright.
With a heavy heart, he slowly moved towards the outside of the cell.
He encountered no danger until he was completely released from the cell.
He finally understood his current situation of being "released"!
The cell was located on a cliff edge, and there was even a boot thoughtfully placed at the cell door, labeled "Door Key".
There was also Draco's own wand nearby.
Where to go next?
Recalling what the man had just said, Draco raised his wand, choosing not to use the Portkey to teleport.
Instead, they cautiously used phantoms to reveal themselves.
They walked little by little towards the north.