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Chapter 422: Sixty Million? Why Don't You Just Rob Us?!
"Darren…"
Lucius swallowed.
Only now did he truly realize—
Darren's repeated escapes from death were never luck.
It had always been strength.
Relentless, overwhelming strength.
And the last so-called "Death Eater attack" on Darren…
Was it ever even real?
Lucius suddenly doubted it.
Maybe it had been staged.
Maybe Darren himself had created the illusion.
The students' memories?
Fake.
The photo orbs that appeared everywhere?
Fabricated.
Back then, a few people had questioned it.
So many photo orbs, appearing all at once—
Could Death Eaters really manage that?
Yet those who doubted were mocked as idiots.
After all, Darren Potter looked so gentle.
So humble.
Why would he expose his own suffering?
So naturally, everyone accepted one explanation:
The Death Eaters did it to humiliate him.
Even Lucius had believed that.
Until now.
Standing here—
Watching Darren's smile—
Lucius finally understood the truth.
What "Holy Father"?
What "Saint"?
It was all an illusion.
This boy—
Was no different from the Dark Lord.
No—
He was better.
Better hidden.
He had grown right under Dumbledore's nose.
And fooled everyone into believing he was harmless.
Lucius trembled.
Then he forced himself to speak.
"Darren… listen to me.
Come here.
I have a secret.
A very important one.
Even if you think you're invincible, you must listen.
Because—
I'm on your side.
We are on the same side."
His voice was fast.
Urgent.
Desperate.
Lucius knew it clearly:
If Darren showed his real face here—
It meant no one was walking out alive.
If he didn't speak now—
He'd die.
Darren smiled.
Softly.
"Are you going to tell me…
That I'm your blood?"
Lucius' pupils shrank.
"How…?"
Darren chuckled.
"Do you really think Draco got my blood that easily?"
Lucius froze.
Then suddenly—
It made sense.
Someone as powerful as Darren would never leave blood behind carelessly.
Saving Draco…
Was probably just bait.
Lucius' thoughts collapsed.
Everything he believed he could use as leverage—
Darren already knew.
Completely.
"Don't be afraid."
Darren looked around calmly.
"You patriarchs always hear more rumors than others.
You are right.
I can determine your identities."
The bound Death Eaters twitched.
Their wands lay beside them.
They couldn't move.
They couldn't cast spells.
They had never felt fear like this.
"Then kill us if you want!"
"You dragged us here on purpose!"
"You'll never let us leave anyway!"
"You think you'll spare Lucius and kill the rest?"
"Let me go!"
"Parkinson, are you insane?!"
"At least try to survive, you idiot!
He hasn't killed us yet, which means we're still valuable!"
Darren laughed quietly.
"Good.
At least someone understands.
Listen carefully.
If you had all been honest today—
Not one of you would've died."
He tilted his head slightly.
"The students who attacked me?
I let six of them live.
If they hadn't pushed their luck—
They would've walked free."
A pause.
"But you—
Unfortunately—
You caught me in a bad mood."
His voice softened.
"So here's my mercy:
Either—
I erase your memories.
Or—
You swear an Unbreakable Vow."
Lucius narrowed his eyes.
"Why should we trust you?"
Darren raised his wand.
Without warning—
Lucius exploded.
Blood splattered across the ground.
And across the robes and faces of those standing behind him.
Darren smiled gently.
"Now…
Do you understand why you should trust me?"
Everyone nodded frantically.
No one dared speak.
Lucius—
Dead.
His own bloodline—
Erased.
No one would challenge Darren now Potter again.
"I'll obey!"
"I'll give you everything!"
"Please—don't kill me!"
"You killed Lucius…"
"Shut up!
He killed Lucius—what do you think you are?!"
Darren examined them calmly.
Then he said:
"I don't want much.
You've all taken a lot of gold from my Paige, haven't you?"
Instant reaction.
"I'll return everything!"
"I still have a million—take it all!"
"I'll pay more!"
"I'll empty everything!"
Darren raised one finger.
"Good.
Then return it—
Tenfold.
A hundredfold.
Hand over all bearer Gringotts accounts.
If the total is less than—
Sixty million Galleons.
You all die."
Silence.
Then rage.
"Sixty million?!
Why don't you just rob us?!"
"Who has that much in bearer accounts?!"
"You're insane!"
"I really don't have that much!"
Darren casually pointed his wand.
A struggling man at the edge of the group—
Exploded.
Instantly.
No screams.
No argument.
Only trembling silence.
Darren summoned:
"Paige."
She appeared.
"Now begin.
Each of them reports an account.
You withdraw.
One by one."
Then he looked at her gently.
"This is their life-payment.
Your revenge.
Are you satisfied?"
Paige beamed.
"The young master is still so kind."
The Death Eaters felt blood soaking into their robes.
Lucius' blood.
Warm.
Sticky.
And in their eyes—
Darren Potter was more terrifying than any Dark Lord.
And yet—
Paige called him kind.
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