Chapter -119.
In the western part of London, Hambleton Village, the Shafiq Manor.
At this moment, the Shafiq Manor had transformed from its former dilapidated state into a magnificent pure white palace. Although it was only two stories high, every wooden pillar and wall was intricately sculpted, exuding an extraordinary grandeur.
A black carriage arrived, and two women entered the villa, heading straight to the back garden. In the white marble pavilion of this garden, a girl with shoulder-length black hair was half-reclining on a mink chair. At first glance, she appeared to be around 14 years old, with red lips and white teeth, an ethereal demeanor, and a dignified appearance; however, she possessed a pair of eyes that seemed out of place, as if they had seen the vicissitudes of life.
The colors of her eyes were quite unusual; her left eye was emerald green, while her right eye was azure blue.
Around the pavilion, there were four masked wizards dressed in tight black clothing, with red flying dragons embroidered on the collars and cuffs of their robes. They held their wands tightly, guarding the pavilion.
The two guests who entered the backyard were not ordinary; one was a striking woman with a veiled face, her wizarding robe embroidered with the Selwyn family crest, one of the most powerful families in the wizarding world, even sought after by the high deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge. She was none other than the low-profile, rarely seen Mrs. Selwyn.
The other was a voluptuous woman, swaying her hips as she walked, every move exuding natural allure, and she emanated a captivating fragrance. If Soren were here, he would recognize her as the most beautiful woman in the wizarding world—Mrs. Zabini.
These two individuals are both high-ranking and wealthy figures. At this moment, they stand humbly in front of the pavilion and say, "Greetings, my lord."
The girl lazily reclines on a deck chair, gazing at the starry sky in the middle of the night, and smiles, saying, "Look, my hair color has changed from brown to black, and my pupils have transformed into heterochromia. Is it beautiful?"
Lady Selwyn and Lady Zabini dare not respond casually, and the scene falls silent for a moment.
"Look at you," the girl's lips curve slightly, "I owe my return to your assistance, so there's no need to be so formal with me..."
Lady Zabini hesitantly says, "My lord, you have 'returned'?"
"Not yet," the girl replies:"The physical transformation has gone relatively smoothly, but the fusion of the soul is progressing very slowly. The willpower of this descendant is even stronger than I imagined!"
"She is desperately resisting me, although, with her fragile soul, it will ultimately be futile. It's just a matter of how much time it will take me..."
Both Lady Zabini and Lady Selwyn show joy on their faces. "Congratulations, my lord! Wishing you a swift return!"
"Hey!" The girl waved her delicate hand, interrupting their congratulations. "Unfortunately... we are running out of time..."
"My lord, does this mean..." Lady Selwyn cautiously inquires.
The girl ponders for a moment and says, "Recently, I have been feeling uneasy, with a vague sense of a very annoying threat arising. I think someone must have taken that step again."
"What?" Even Lady Selwyn, known for her composure, couldn't help but exclaim. She is well aware of what the "step" mentioned by this lord signifies.
"I'm sorry, my lord, I was rude," Lady Selwyn adjusted her appearance and respectfully asked, "Can you sense who it is?"
The girl shook her head. "I'm not omniscient, but it doesn't matter who this person is. What's important is that we don't have much time left—I must fuse my soul as soon as possible and truly return..."
Lady Zabini spoke up, "What can we do for you, my lord? Please instruct us."
The girl smiled, nodding in satisfaction. "This descendant of mine is surprisingly tenacious. A 14-year-old girl having such intellect is certainly not innate. I feel that she seems to have an obsession in her heart, and this awareness born from that obsession gives her the means to resist me—I guess she must have someone she likes?"
"Yes, according to my son's intelligence," Lady Zabini respectfully replied, "She has been very close to the young master of the Malfoy family at school, and their feelings are quite deep."
"The quickest way to extinguish this descendant's thoughts of resistance..." The girl's gaze flickered with a cruelty that belied her age. "Is simply to eliminate her obsession... Find a way to bring that young man from the Malfoy family to see me!"
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In Southeast Asia, in the jungles of Borneo, there is a hidden cave.
The cave is filled with various monsters—species that have never appeared in the wizarding world: the snake-haired monster "Gorgon" with hair made of small snakes; the giant centipede "Hundred-Eyed Centipede" with a hundred eyes; the female humanoid creature "Naga" with six arms and a serpent-like lower body...
A wizard is soaking in a shocking red blood pool, surrounded by the floating corpses of many monsters.
"Hahaha..." he laughed maniacally, his eyes filled with madness. "Good job... Goldrot, you traitor, you stole my wand, and you deserved to be killed by your own son... Gryffindor, I have never forgotten the grudge from your sword... Malfoy, you despicable little man, actually playing ambush... And Cleona, Morgan... I remember each one of you! I will not forget... the humiliation you have given me... hiding for hundreds of years..."
He stood up, his sturdy body covered in shocking scars, clearly having gone through life-and-death experiences!
He emanated a terrifying aura, and even the magic in his every move made the ugly monsters around him feel pressure akin to thunder from the heavens, causing them to scream and prostrate on the ground.
"You—Hogwarts—Gringotts—wait for me! I—Evil Egbert, have returned!"
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