Voldemort raised his huge pale palm, and the slabs flew out of Lucius's tray and floated in front of Voldemort. His glittering red eyes and vertical pupils focused on the stone slabs, probing carefully.

"The host, the slate vaguely describes the location of the collection. Lucius pointed his finger to a location on the rightmost slate, "I looked through a lot of information, and finally I was able to determine that this place should be roughly in the Black Forest near Baden-Württemberg... It's just that I need enough time to find out, master..."

Voldemort ignored Lucius, his pale palms brushing over the stone slabs, which were carved with lines of text. After carefully discerning the words, Voldemort commanded the tablets to land firmly on the table, and he took out his wand and dotted them on them.

"Reveal your secrets. The suspicious Voldemort cast a spell to judge the history of the tablet and confirm that it was indeed a millennia old and not a fake, and the corners of Voldemort's cold mouth were torn apart.

Lucius stroked his long hair back and bowed slightly, looking respectful: "Master... We used as many detection spells as we could think of on this stone slab, and only after confirming the authenticity did we dare to show it to our master. ”

Bellatrix looked at his brother-in-law, Lucius, propped himself up in his chair with a replica of Vicna's hand, leaned closer to Voldemort, and uttered a high-pitched, baby-like voice, "My master, Lucius is at least much more reliable than that bunch of shit." ”

"Lucius, it seems that you are very good at digging things, and this task will continue to be handed over to you..."Voldemort put the cover back and patted it lightly to show that he was in a good mood at this time, "Lucius, what should I reward you?"

This relieved everyone present, and even Bella was a little overwhelmed by their master's anger in the previous series of times.

"No, it's my honor to be able to serve my master..."Lucius quickly bowed in refusal, looking at the Death Eaters around him, looking a little smug. Then, Lucius suddenly remembered his friend's severed arm, "If you can, master, Rudolphus's hand is broken... Can you..."After blurting out, Lucius suddenly realized that the Dark Lord would not generously give this strange thing to his subordinates even if he didn't plan to change his arm, and he continued to explain with a slight twinkle in his eyes, "Master, can you make another replica of Vicna's hand... Serving my master should not be rewarded for my service, but I do have a desire that Rudolphus will be of use to his master..."

"Shut up, Lucius, you don't need to judge who is useful to the master!" Bellatrix roared, and Lucius, who was looking at him, looked away a little uncomfortably.

Voldemort didn't respond to Lucius's request or Bellatrix, and he looked at the tablets again with a fiery gaze - one Vicna hand alone was nothing, and the hand and eye would be more powerful if used together, and now he knew that there was a third... If you can get these three things together, a greedy and cruel look flashed in his eyes: "Parkinson, give you another chance to collect information on the Eye of Vicna, if you can't do this little thing well, then you will have no value." ”

As soon as Voldemort's words fell, old Parkinson almost fell to his knees with surprise on his face, "I promise you, master, that I will do everything in my power to do this well." ”

"Better so, this is what your daughter Pansy Parkinson, who is better than you, fought for you, or Nagini would be willing to have a dinner. Voldemort took out the letter from Pansy Parkinson again, and the letter flew towards Lucius, who subconsciously pinched the parchment, "Read the contents of the letter to them." ”

Lucius hurriedly took it, and told the letter about the conflict between Harris and Dumbledore, as well as the fact that the pure-blood families in England were going to unite against Harris trying to get them out of England, and Pansy's inquiry about the next move.

"Tell me what you think. After Lucius finished reading, Voldemort asked aloud at the group of Death Eaters, the firelight glowing eerily in his red eyes.

"Even if Alan Harris and Dumbledore are united, the master is not afraid!" Bellatrix said in a baby-like voice with a feverish gaze, "Harris, a selfish pure-blood, is a traitor to all pure-bloods! ”

Rabastan Lestrange's rough voice followed: "I hope these pure-blood families can defeat the traitor Harris and let them roll back to Germany with their tails between their legs!"

Rudolphus glanced at his younger brother who was waving his fist in hot blood, hesitated for a moment and added, "Harris's speech made it seem that those pure-blood families who were originally biased towards Harris were forced to turn to support Dumbledore... Just let Harris lose, it's good for us... Without them, we can easily deal with them without the Ministry of Magic. ”

"I didn't expect Mr. Lestrange, who is known for his right-handed swing speed, to be full of wisdom?" A tall man with oily hair and a pockmarked face, sarcastically said with a tired expression - he is August Luckwood, a spy planted in the Ministry of Magic by the mysterious man during the First Wizarding War, and worked in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic before his arrest, responsible for transmitting information about the Ministry of Magic to the mysterious man, and after escaping from prison last year, Voldemort learned about the prophecy orb placed in the Ministry of Magic through him, and recently because of his former status as a silent man, he has been highly regarded by the Dark Lord.

After hearing this, Rabastan touched his wand and seemed to want to shoot at him, but Bellatrix was suppressed by his terrible sister-in-law's momentum at a glance, and then Bellatrix turned his eyes to August and asked arrogantly: "My swing speed is not slow, do you want to try?"

"I'm sorry... Bellatrick, I don't mean anything else. August Luckwood bowed his head obediently, not daring to make eye contact with Bella.

"That's enough, I'm not here to let you say what you think!" came the mysterious man's impatient voice, "Rudolphus, you continue. ”

This startled all the Death Eaters present to beg for forgiveness - except that many of the Death Eaters around looked at Rudolphus Lestrange, many stared at his severed wrist with undisguised contempt, and some pretended to sweep Bellatrix's stomach inadvertently.

Rudolphus quietly glanced at the calm, thoughtful Voldemort, and continued stubbornly: "Harris doesn't want to see those pure-blood families, and the way he is taking now is to drive them to a dead end, and Dumbledore is also very at odds with their concepts, and they won't be too happy with Dumbledore... I think we can try to contact them again, and there are a lot of pure-blood families outside of the UK who are very unhappy with Harris's decision..."

Voldemort was noncommittal about the few of them, and his sharp gaze fell on Bellatrix.

"Master, I think this foolish suggestion is quite feasible. Bellatrix changed to a baby's voice again, "But that's not enough, how can we defeat Harris without our involvement?

Lucius was a little anxious, although he also thought that Harris's actions were simply crazy and a betrayal of pureblood, but the current situation was too late for him to want to get off Harris's ship, and he didn't want Harris to fall at all: "But now the strength of the Ministry of Magic is not yet..."

"Lucius, you're still too cowardly, we don't have to attack the British wizarding world, using apparition to attack those Muggles can put pressure on the British Ministry of Magic, and give the pure-blood family an excuse to attack the Ministry of Magic. Rabastan interrupted Lucius in a gruff voice, just as his brother Rudolphus loved to do.

"Lucius, before you go to complete the next excavation mission, use your unrevealed identity to go back to England, and contact the pure-blood families who didn't choose us, they wanted to join Harris, and now it's like this, a bunch of idiots... Be careful not to reveal our information in front of your son, your son's position will be useful to us in the future...."Voldemort's eyes widened viciously as he interrupted Lucius's retort, and he mocked in a playful sneer, "Also, Rabastan, bring some people back to England to complete your idea, and bring that idiot from Crabbe to give him a chance... As for purebloods outside of England, August, you go. ”

"I'm going to do as you wish, master—" Lucius was worried about the Dark Lord's focus on Draco again, but fortunately, he didn't seem to have any further plans for the time being, at least.

"By the way, when you go back to England, let Narcissa come over and accompany Bella. ”