The man was secured with wide leather straps and only then was he brought to his senses. The blond man shuddered, his eyelids fluttering and then slowly opening. It took him a few seconds to regain consciousness, and then he slowly moved his head to look at the place where he had found himself. I didn't press him hard, and there was no point in it, but he got the flashlight by accident, when the unconscious body was changed, it was dropped very successfully.
I suspect that Momo and Stanley did it on purpose, but there's no proof, or rather, I could have asked directly and gotten the same direct answer. But I don't see the point: I don't want to fight with my own people over a stranger and even an insulting subordinate, so let them. The man tried to move and found his position.
— Why am I tied up? Narcissa? Draco? — He said in a hoarse voice, and then his gaze fell on me, standing slightly off to the side, but within his line of sight. Bellatrix and the others were standing so Lucius couldn't see them.
— Lucius, — Narcissa stepped in front of the boy who had opened his mouth and looked at her husband with a direct, cold stare that literally froze Lucius. — What were your motives in putting your own family in danger of receiving the Seal of the Blood Traitors?
The man looked at his wife's face for a moment, then turned to his son, who was very agitated and had pink spots on his face, a clear sign of fear and anxiety that the boy had not yet been able to overcome. He gave me a sharp look and turned back to his wife.
— Have you told Draco everything? — The man asked sternly, freezing his wife with a cold stare, or wanted to, but how could I take threats from a man tied to a chair in the middle of a ritual figure seriously?
— I think I'll answer your question — it won't harm the Malfoy family or anyone's honor. — The woman nodded manneredly, thinking for a moment, or rather pretending to think. — Yes, I told both Draco and Rachel everything. — Lucius' eyes glittered angrily, his gaze growing heavy. — They are the ones who will have to lead the Malfoy family in the future and without experience it is extremely difficult to become worthy of this high honor. — The woman was silent, looking at her husband, her whole expression showing the expectation of further questions.
— Why am I bound? — Lucius asked sternly, anger and threat in his voice.
— Isn't it obvious? — The woman acted surprised. — You didn't just make a mistake, Lucius, you, realizing the gravity of your transgression, betrayed the one who saved not only the future of your family, but the life of our son. And if the life of your only son means little to you, then as a mother, I have always cared and will always care for the health and happiness of my child. — The woman gave Draco a tender look that made the boy blush even more, but it was obvious that he was pleased with Narcissa's words.
— As the future Lord Malfoy, it was high time Draco learned to make his own decisions, even the hard but necessary ones. — The woman's blue eyes turned into two scalding flakes of ice, her face petrified, only her pale lips continued to move. — Draco must realize what betraying his own kind will lead to. — A short pause. — You cannot distort the truth with words: no amount of rhetoric will lessen the burden of guilt for the crime. Unfortunately, you are Lord Malfoy, and only our overlord can judge you. — A quick glance at him bored me.
— But he, unlike you, Lucius, cares about us, and so he told us what his judgment of you might be. — Lucius grinned venomously at those words; he had obviously based his plans on them; the slippery scum had originally calculated that if I failed, I wouldn't dare threaten the entire Malfoy family, and he would get off easy. I pursed my lips in response, but said nothing. Narcissa continued.
— There is one way out of this. — At these words, the man froze and shifted his tense gaze to his wife. — We will summon the Malfoy family watcher for your trial — he will decide your fate, Lucius. — The blond man tried to speak, but the seal wouldn't let him. The woman looked behind the man. — Sister, please begin.
Lucius jerked to turn around, but he couldn't, and then there was a sinister chuckle, the sound of which literally petrified the Still Lord, his eyes widening in horror. A lithe, attractive figure of a young woman with a prominent belly appeared in his field of vision. She smiled affectionately at the blond man, played with her thin eyebrows, took a few steps away from him, and stood on a star symbol surrounded by several runes and small stars.
— In the stream of life and death, — sang Bellatrix. — The stars blaze with icy light. You, warmed by their cold, live in eternity and timelessness... — the woman continued.
I watched the ritual with the help of immersion on the first level of the spiritual plane, which opens much more, and so I saw how the woman's words "rang", how powerful waves spread from them on the spiritual plane. I saw how with each new word more and more energies were gathered, which gradually formed something like a directed ray, with a vector somewhere "far away" and in the "not now". It is difficult to put it into understandable words, because information is perceived very differently than people are used to.
But that is why the spiritual world is called that, and when a person comes here, contrary to the human habit of adjusting everything to oneself, it is he — a person — who has to get used to it and adjust himself. However, the adaptation is done softly, imperceptibly, so that one does not notice these changes at once, and when they cross the line of "no return" one becomes indifferent — at least that is how Kakannivi explained this process to me during our trip to the USA.
Meanwhile, the process continued, the ritual gained momentum, and instead of the ray zov in the spiritual plane, a kind of tunnel of smoke was formed, through which electric-like discharges were constantly running, and sparks were scattered. Yes, this ritual was very different from the one at the Black Family's house: here, the spirit did not personally go to the call and tear up the plans like paper; here, the magic of the family and the magician himself created the corridor through which the family guardian would come.