Depending on the strength of the wizard, each card has different points.

For example, first-year students at Hogwarts only have one point, second-year students have two points, and then they stack up in order.

Professors have different points based on the courses they are responsible for. When they are in the same row as students, they can also strengthen the students on the left and right, so that the points increase together.

In addition to humans, there are also various magical creatures, that is, magical creatures, including phoenixes, unicorns, giants, serpents, etc., all with different abilities.

The two sides continue to play cards and compete, and the side with more remaining points wins in the end. They can retreat strategically in the middle. Retreating only means losing one game, and the overall win is three out of five games.

By turning the gold galleons, little Malfoy got the upper hand. He held his breath and began to play cards. His face showed solemnity, and his brain was thinking rapidly. He strived for perfection in every step. He didn't look like an eleven-year-old child at all.

Like an old man playing chess in the park.

No matter who it is, they will always have this expression if they have never won a game so far.

The opponent was just playing around casually, playing with the leader card, not even making a move to grab the cards. The cards flew out on their own, as if there was an invisible hand putting them into the chessboard.

The two sides went back and forth, exchanging money with each other, and soon Malfoy was defeated in both games.

At the beginning of the third game, little Malfoy looked at the cards in his hand and smiled.

He deliberately lost in the first two rounds just to save up powerful routines and play them in the next three rounds, allowing the second to chase the third.

This is the only chance of victory he sees after countless failures. Even if the hope is not high, at least there is hope.

In a moment, the teachers and students of Hogwarts appeared on the stage, their points were stacked up, they were united and became stronger.

Won the third game.

Won the fourth round.

Won the fifth game.

"Oh yeah!"

When the victory was truly in his hands, little Malfoy jumped up and was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"It's pretty impressive."

Huang Shang realized the convenience of the realm of expelling objects and nodded slightly.

He had been exposed to these card games on Earth, but after playing Blue Sky and White Clouds, he uninstalled them.

Rubbish game.

Now it’s time to establish the character.

Since Voldemort was addicted to playing cards during the period when he separated the Horcruxes, his appearance is naturally attributed to this.

Malfoy's blessings also came from playing cards.

At this time, little Malfoy finally won and looked over eagerly.

Although this person never said a word to him from beginning to end, he had a feeling that as long as he passed the test, he would get guidance.

Indeed, at the next moment Huang Shang stretched out his hand and a delicate box rose, and Malfoy's hawthorn wand flew out of it.

Then a dazzling silver light flew out from the top of the wand.

Malfoy watched in shock and fascination as the cursed beam pierced the air, not in a straight line, but in a zigzag manner.

That wonderful feeling, like the most skilled craftsman weaving the most complicated craft in an instant.

It's like a great painter using an extremely fine pen to outline the most thrilling lines in the world.

Little Malfoy was immersed in it, and then waved his hands like a conductor.

This technique may seem ordinary, but in fact, even Dumbledore and Drinkwood would take a breath when they saw it.

Because it is an application that directly points to the source of magic.

Return to nature.

In this world where there is no otherworldly world, this is the highest application of dark magic.

This can be regarded as Huang Shang’s little realization during this period.

It was recorded in the diary by the way.

My diary is already in the past tense.

It should now be called the Dark Bible.

And not everyone can learn this skill.

The purer the bloodline, the greater the advantage indeed.

Just as cultivating the Force is related to the number of Jedi bugs in the body, it is also easier for pure-blood wizards to master the magic that pervades the world.

The character of the Malfoy family was even more inclined towards dark magic, so in just a few days, little Malfoy began to make rapid progress, and the gesture of waving the magic wand shocked Lucius.

He immediately asked about it, and after learning that little Malfoy had encountered a ghost in the castle, he began to search for it.

After searching for nothing, Lucius thought of a possibility. He went to the secret room on the top floor, passed through many magic barriers, and looked at a diary.

His face was frightened at first, but he looked at the diary for a long time without any reaction, and the dark mark on his arm showed no reaction. Then he relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

How is this possible?

The Dark Lord had died at the hands of the prophesied child, and all of his loyal Death Eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban. Fortunately, he discovered something was wrong early and used his money to control it in time.

Get out.

He missed the tyrannical rule of Shunchang Ni, but after all he was afraid of the Dark Lord's moodiness, so he secretly kept this diary as a back-up to prove his loyalty.

But deep down, Lucius didn't want this to be useful.

Fortunately, it seems now that it is indeed of no use.

He turned around with joy, and his eyes suddenly froze.

It's like being absorbed and swallowed by darkness until it sinks completely.

Lucius trembled violently.

Because a figure appeared behind him silently.

It was not Voldemort who later split the Horcrux and made humans and ghosts different from humans, but the student council president during the Hogwarts period, the person who was admired and followed by countless people.

The diary is spread out.

Windless automatic.

The figure floated over, landed on the diary, and looked down at Lucius.

Lucius immediately fell down and said, "My loyalty to the master has never wavered in the slightest. Everything in the family is to accumulate strength for the master's rule!"

Huang Shang looked at Lucius' elegant manners and standard British pronunciation, and felt a hint of pressure to pretend.

There is indeed a huge difference between Eastern and Western cultures. After experiencing Huang Shang and Shi Zhixuan, he can pretend to be any ancient Eastern person, but Westerners like Voldemort may still have flaws.

So he laughed directly, a cold, high-pitched laugh: "Hehehehe!"

When the unfamiliar yet familiar laughter echoed, Lucius, who was so frightened that he felt a bolt of lightning flash across his back, suddenly realized the meaning: "Our loyalty will never change, cowardice will completely go away, and glory will come again.

Master, please wait and see!"

The laughter stopped and the diary was closed again.

Huang Shang silently gave a thumbs up.

"The Emperor's New Clothes" is truly a Western fairy tale.

Lucius, as if granted a general pardon, went to do it immediately.

In just half a month, many people in black robes gathered from all directions in Malfoy Manor.

People who don't know about it think that life is normal. For example, little Malfoy is studying Gwent and preparing to learn new skills.

But for these Death Eaters who have not entered Azkaban and represent weak wills, it is too much suffering.

However, their fear of the Dark Lord comes from their souls, and they dare not not come.

Until the ceremony started and everyone came to the basement, Lucius opened the Dark Bible with his hands trembling slightly, and the familiar yet unfamiliar figure really reappeared.

Many Death Eaters knelt down, their robes touching the ground, and crawled at the Demon King's feet like black clouds.

Then, they heard laughter.

"Hehehehe!"

Those without understanding shivered, while those with understanding rolled their eyes wildly.

Lucius and Barty Jr. knelt at the front.

Barty Jr. is the son of Barty, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation. In the original plot, he disguised himself as a professor, sneaked into Hogwarts, captured Harry Potter, and was the key executor of resurrecting Voldemort.

After laughing this time, Lucius was still organizing his words, and the even more enthusiastic Barty had raised his head.

There was an intoxicated look on his face, and he kept nodding: "Yes! Yes! Great master! I understand!"

That expression is very similar to that of the monk from Jing Nian Temple.

The next moment, he stood up slowly, then rotated his waist, danced his wand wildly, and said in a melody: "The dark sky has surged, our great master has officially returned, the ordinary and useless fools will be put to an end, the hypocritical and weak justice
To be continued...