Crabbe, to be precise, Vincent Crabbe, neither Draven nor a murderous sword, is even overlooked when brought up.

But if the name is associated with Gregory Goyle, many people think of the Malfoy henchmen – a former henchman, to be exact.

Because Malfoy had made a serious mistake, his henchmen abandoned him early - if nothing changed, it would have to be postponed until Harry became an adult.

Even in the end, these two Malfoy's henchmen left the impression of being stupid, and it can be said that they really carried out the stupidity to the end - especially Crabbe himself, who died on the fire that he would not put away, it was simply a novel and unearthly death...

Therefore, from a genetic point of view, it is fairly easy to tell which kind of Death Eaters these two parents belong to, or at least they can be regarded as the more honest kind.

As for Voldemort, after not recovering much in strength and facing Dumbledore's all-round search, he naturally thought of the two elite Death Eaters under his command - not bad in combat and easy to coax, and Lucius Malfoy's bewitching slut is not the same style of painting at all.

After verifying that the two were able to get out with the help of Malfoy, Voldemort easily took over the control of the two Death Eaters without Lucius Malfoy's knowledge - the reason why Malfoy made great efforts to protect the two Death Eaters back then was because these two people were stupid and deceitful, and they were still high, and they came over to contribute to the development of the Malfoy family, and after the owner of the faith came over, the two brothers did not hesitate to join in.

Dumbledore wasn't the only one who could mix sand with people - Voldemort had already considered his best two strengths before he thought about risking his risk to retrieve two scheming Death Eaters, whose descendants were still studying at Hogwarts.

It's a bit risky, but it's by far the safest way to hear Hogwarts.

At a time of low power, Voldemort had to pick up the most reluctant way he wanted to use - he had intended to give it to himself after his resurrection

The snake Nagini had a valuable qualification as a Horcrux, but at this moment he had to be placed on the body of one of the two teenagers in order to hide from Dumbledore for surveillance.

After thinking about it for a long time, Crabbe, the stupider of the two, became the recipient of the precious soul, and underwent countless dark magic blessings to avoid damage to the Dark Lord's precious soul, of course, this also allowed for the consideration of experimenting with the magic on the book in advance - compared to the Horcrux that collects valuable items and protects it heavily, this fragment of the soul formed before the resurrection has the same purpose but is more convenient.

Earlier, when Harry was surrounded by a group of people to ask, Crabbe, who was sitting there, had already been temporarily replaced by a different person - the head of the Auror Office and a master of Dumbledore's level were dueling over there, and even Voldemort wanted to ask for details.

Don't look at the original book, this Auror leader didn't make a move, and after appearing a few times, he was given a bento by the Dark Lord, but don't forget that it was the Dark Lord himself, and the last person to enjoy this treatment was a mad-eyed man!

As a result, the problem arises.

The others were unclear and made all sorts of guesses, but Dumbledore, who was almost uniform in caliber, took the man down with just one move.

And on Harry's side, the cowhide was blown up directly - it was definitely right to defeat it, so many people watched, the dignified Auror Office Director would not play a match-fixing match, therefore, a move is a move. Then why is this trick so powerful? It's simple, the headmaster is a pedantic and a new attack magic created by himself.

In other people's ears, this naturally sounds the same - the first white wizard's new attack magic is naturally awesome.

But on Voldemort's side, this is obviously not Dumbledore's - he had to leave early before he could fight Dumbledore last time he was resurrected, and now he has to rely on potions to maintain his body that may collapse at any time.

Although he wanted to kill Dumbledore and Harry immediately, the current low strength made Voldemort's heart quite forced, and he was also extremely keen to think about crises.

Dumbledore was over a hundred years old, and he was obviously not at the age of fighting every day anyway, and it was obviously a bit unreasonable for a person of this age to come up with an attack magic.

Obviously, the magic that was so powerful that even the director of the Auror Office could not have been developed for that director of the Auror Office could not have been specially developed for that director - then the purpose of its development was obviously more obvious at the moment than the lice on the monk's head.

Since this was a spell directed at him, Voldemort would never have thought that it would come out of nowhere—the time and effort it took to study this new magic was far from being done in the short time it had taken since his resurrection.

Compared to the unknown magic, this unknown time was even more frightening - how long had Dumbledore been preparing?

Remembering the powerful prop that appeared on Harry's body to protect Harry when he was resurrected - Dumbledore, the liar, didn't he say anything about the power of love or something? What was that prop?

If all this was a calculation, then how could Wormtail come over so appropriately, and Harry so easily sent over?

In Dumbledore's office, Allen, who was looking at the magic book, sneezed, turned his head to heat the fireplace, and continued to read.

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Outside Hogwarts, Voldemort spurted a mouthful of blood - his already unstable body suddenly swelled rapidly, and a huge amount of magic was vented in all directions, propping up the body under the cloak like a balloon.

Just when this body was about to swell to the limit and explode, several ancient magic words were quickly drawn in the air, and then pressed down fiercely, accompanied by another mouthful of blood that seemed to be without money, Voldemort finally stabilized his body that was almost out of control because of the feeling of being calculated.

Little Barty outside was already startled and ran over at this moment, his face full of fear: "Master!

"I'm fine, I underestimated that old thing, he was on guard against me all the time, since he was a professor!"

"Let's get out of England and wait until I'm healed!" Voldemort's voice was weak, but unwavering.