The deep forests of Albania on a summer afternoon are very hot, there is no wind at all, and the sun is busy shining into the deep forest like a sword, but fortunately there are dense leaves to shade the fire-like sun. But despite this, entering the depths of this dense forest is like entering a steaming sauna, and it is difficult to breathe.

The silence of the deep forest was broken by a loud bang as the black fog appeared out of thin air, and the door to the Albanian underground grotto seemed to be pushed open by an invisible hand, and the black robe rolled over, and Snape, with greasy hair, walked down the stone steps into the underground grotto.

It seems to form two different spaces from the ground, and the cellar is very cool compared to the hot ground, which has been extrapolated with thermostat magic.

With a frown furrowed and a gloomy gaze, Snape strode more eagerly toward the interior of the grotto than usual, his long cloak lapping his ankles and necks, and he turned a long corridor and walked upwards into the stone hall where the Dark Lord frequented his stay.

Inside the stone hall, Snape's hurried footsteps broke the almost frozen atmosphere in the hall, and all the Death Eaters turned their eyes to the wizard who appeared at the door and quickly walked in.

By this time, after a long period of construction, this secret base in Albania had become more and more well-arranged, and in the middle of the stone hall was a long table - it seemed that Lucius Malfoy had moved the long dining table of his own house, and the high backs of the chairs were neatly arranged on either side of the long table, and it was full of Death Eaters, and some Death Eaters stood on either side. (Author's note: Lao Fu has a meeting to make do with the tradition of using the table as a card can not be lost.) ）

A somewhat delirious figure hung headfirst above the middle of the table, as if hanging from an invisible rope, a man with thick short brown curly hair, his mouth wide open. His lips trembled, the muscles of his face twisted in pain, and on his bare chest, the blood stains of the whip condensed into hard lumps, and his whole body twisted strangely, obviously suffering a lot.

Hearing the movement coming from the doorway, the man managed to open a slit in his left eye, his eyelids kept shaking, and his slightly open eyes seemed to close at any moment, but before he could see clearly, he passed out - Snape squinted at the tortured wizard as he entered, and found that he did not know the other party and continued to approach quietly.

"Severus, I'm worried about if you're lost. Remembering a high-pitched, clear voice, Lord Voldemort, who was sitting alone in the top seat, turned his head slightly to the side, turned his head and looked at Snape as he walked in.

"Master, I have something important to report to you. Snape's voice had been cold and harsh for a long time, but with a hint of anxiety that he had not usually had.

"Severus, sit down first, we've got a seat for you. Voldemort gestured to the seat to his right, "Sit here, it looks like you've brought us good news?"

Most of the Death Eaters at the table followed Snape, and as soon as he sat down in his assigned seat, he said, "Master, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry Potter out of his current safe residence today, around eight o'clock tonight. ”

The Death Eaters were in a state of agitation, and all eyes were on the Dark Lord.

"Today... In the evening, that was really good news. Voldemort looked at the magic pendulum clock in the corner, and his lipsless mouth twisted into a strange smile, and when he got the clear news, he took a slice of the sliced blood-red watermelon in front of him with his hand and handed it to Snape, "Come on, Severus, so we still have a little time to prepare..."

Snape was a little surprised and his hook nose wrinkled, but he accepted it obediently.

"Bella and Narcissa have very picky mouths, and one of them is called... I THINK ABOUT HOW TO PRONOUNCE HIS NAME, KAJI? HE SEEMS TO HAVE GRADUATED FROM THE INSTITUTE OF MAGIC, AND HE IS MUCH BETTER AT THE FIELD OF HERBS THAN HE IS IN THE FIELD OF DARK ARTS, AND HE USED SOME MUGGLE BLOOD FROM THE PREVIOUS ONES AT THE EXIT OF THE UPSTAIRS, AND WHAT WE DIDN'T EXPECT WAS THAT WE ALL TASTED IT AND THOUGHT IT WAS VERY GOOD..." Malfoy gestured to the core of their seating-roomed core members, and in the circle of standing-only wizards, there was an Asian wizard with a black ponytail on his beard, and the expression on his rather handsome face suggested that his attitude seemed to be frivolous.

"I hear differently, my master. Yax's hoarse voice interrupted the rare lightness, his hands crossed on the table, his blond hair combed back to reveal his wrinkled forehead.

Snape squinted at the gloomy and slightly brutal wizard in front of him, who didn't match his ornate silver robes.

"I'm sorry Severus, I wasn't targeting you..."Seeing that Voldemort didn't speak, Yaxley continued a little triumphantly, "The Caro siblings have detected the news, Delix...... The Auror and the Order of the Phoenix were read by our dementors, and Dumbledore told him that Potter would not be gone until the 30th of the month, and that they would make the most of the protective charm until he had his seventeenth birthday... So I'm guessing it's a trap today..."

"Fool!" a baby-like scream rang out, a crazy light shining in Bellatrix's eyes, she raised her arm high, the tip of her wand drew a few circles down into the void, and immediately a rope suddenly appeared out of thin air, quickly wrapped around Yaxley's neck, "You dare to use your own speculation to make the master take risks?!"

Immediately, Bellatrix's wand turned into a long whip, and with a "snap" it was thrown at Yaxley, directly wrapping around Yaxley's neck. Bellatrix pulled hard, Yaxley's neck was purple and his eyes were round, and his body was pulled forward and slammed into the table.

The sudden attack shocked Jaxley, but he was so caught in the rope that he couldn't say anything, and he could only use his hands to pick at the tighter and tighter rope - although he didn't understand how he had provoked the witch, he knew the other party's place in his master's mind, and her bulging belly didn't dare to fight back with his wand.

Ignoring Bella's actions, Voldemort's cold voice seemed to come out of his mouth, sounding creepy: "Where are they going to take that kid?"

"Probably the home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I heard that the most comprehensive precautions had been taken. Dumbledore will tell the news to the Order of the Phoenix members in charge of Potter alone and will be personally involved in the security work after that, once he gets there, it will be difficult to attack him..."Snape hesitated for a moment, but then finished the next sentence, "They seem to think that if they can make it until school starts, Potter will be safe when he re-enters Hogwarts..."

"Huh, they think I'm afraid to go to Hogwarts?" Voldemort looked furious, "If that kid named Alan hadn't been so insidious and dishonorable, I would have killed him last year!

"Of course, my master, but I volunteered for this mission, and I want to kill that kid!" Bellatrix, who sat beside Narcissa and had an agitated voice, volunteered, retracting her whip from her hand, turning back into her wand, leaning over Voldemort, as if words could not express her desire to serve.

Alex's violent cough immediately rang out in the room of the stone hall, "Woo woo woo woo ..." Yaxley coughed a few indistinctly dry coughs, he had just been strangled out of breath, his eyes were rolled out, and he even mistakenly thought that the silent master would let Bella kill him - he realized his mistake, and there was some luck - if the Dark Lord really listened to his information and did not go, and Harry really transferred today, then there is no doubt that his punishment would not be as easy as it is now.

Narcissa looked at her sister Bella and didn't persuade her, she knew why Bella didn't say it clearly, she didn't want the mystery man to risk going to Hogwarts, because there was not only Alan and the Ministry of Magic, but also a founder.

"Your attitude is commendable, your performance is exciting, but..."Voldemort's voice was still cold, but it was no longer as high-pitched, slightly low, "I had to kill Harry Potter myself, I had to kill him myself..."

Bellatrix bowed her head in disappointment, like a frustrated cat bowing her upper body backwards, but despite this, the huge belly was still hard to hide, reflected in Voldemort's vertical pupils.

"Bella, you should take a small team of people to stay here and guard the base on this mission. Voldemort raised a large, pale hand, irrefutably made his decision, and then turned his own red eyes back to Lucius: "... Tell me, then, dear Lucius, and tell your master how your actions on the British side have been?"

"Master, many purebloods have made it clear that they want to cooperate with us, and under Harris's exclusion, some neutral families in the First War have also kept in touch with us verbally. Lucius touched his own additional snake head carving behind his elm dragon heart wand, and seeing that the Dark Lord did not withdraw his gaze, he thought for a moment and quickly added, "If we want to act, they promise not to interfere with us, and even some families will be happy to provide some temporary safe houses as our transit points." ”

"You're doing a great job. Voldemort took a slice of watermelon himself, and then his gaze turned to Bellatrix's sister, who had been silent, "Narcissa, you stay here too." ”

Narcissa quickly gathered away the haughty expression that made Harry feel like she had a lump of under her nose, and nodded respectfully, "Yes! Master." ”

Lucius's eyes were duly filled with gratitude, and he bowed his head respectfully, knowing very well that this was a reward given by the Dark Lord in disguise to contact the pure-blood families during this time - their upcoming operation was going to the United Kingdom, where the Ministry of Harris Magic and Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix were stationed, and it would be quite a risky thing to kill Harry Potter under their noses.

Although Lucius had already made up his mind to send the news to Allen when he found an opportunity, after all, the spell had no eyes, and if there was a scuffle at that time, there would inevitably be a possibility of a midstream curse, so Lucius thought that it was undoubtedly the best choice to keep his wife from being in danger.

"So, what we're going to do next..."

"Uhh

Voldemort narrowed his eyes impatiently and looked up, and the male wizard in the room who was hanging upside down above the long table woke up groaning, and he unconsciously twisted his body, trying to break free from the invisible ropes and make himself feel better...