Voldemort's blackened and bold front-page headlines caught Voldemort's eye: "Babajid Akinbad Apologizes to the British Ministry of Magic", "Maintain or Sabotage, Finality", "Mystery Man, No, Call Him Voldemort"...

The newspaper photographs show the corresponding pictures in detail, and one of the most striking images is the photo of Babajid Akinbad bowing and apologizing to the British Minister of Magic, Owen Harris, who looks very depressed with his head bowed... Newspapers flew like snowflakes and fell to the ground dazzlingly, and Voldemort's pale and twisted face appeared behind the snowflakes.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, what is that? What is this?" said Voldemort softly, his scarlet, cold eyes sweeping over the group of Death Eaters in the room, "It has something to do with the recent increase in daring to pronounce my name?"

The room was silent, and most of the Death Eaters in this makeshift cave were far away from civilization and had followed Voldemort everywhere to loot and plunder, and naturally there was no wizarding television installed in the temporary stronghold, so they were not well informed about it.

One or two wizards shuddered, no one dared to make eye contact with Voldemort, some lowered their heads for fear that Voldemort would look at them, and many more turned their eyes to Lucius Malfoy, who had brought news from England.

Under such pressure, Lucius Malfoy raised his slightly trembling hand to wipe away the beads of sweat from his pale forehead, hunched over and cautiously approached Voldemort, his low voice a little tight: "Master, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone is the despicable Alan Harris so that everyone can.. can call out the master's... name, and a fantasy book released in the Muggle world. ”

The others did not dare to come out after learning that the harassing 'phone calls' they had received in recent days were getting worse and worse, and that Harris was the devil's thing, for fear that the owner would use them to vent his anger.

The edges of the newspapers scattered on the ground were instantly ignited by the flames, cocked by the heat, and let out a slight wail, and in an instant they turned into ashes, and wisps of smoke rose from the newspapers, and soon drifted away in the air, leaving only the remnants of ashes to fall on the ground.

After the mystery man finished burning, to the surprise of the Death Eaters, he didn't seem to be in a rage, he just frowned, and asked, "What about the International Federation of Wizards' apology?"

"Because it was a detailed description of the wizarding world, so—" Lucius said, informing the Dark Lord of what he had found out about previous meetings of the Federation.

"It's so cunning to come up with such an insidious method,"

"Harris is so arrogant, he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal. ”

"To let those filthy, nasty mudbloods tarnish their master's name, Harris damn it!"

......

The Death Eaters cursed angrily, each louder than the other, as if that would show their loyalty, and Bellatrix's angry screams and curses stood out.

"Don't have the pride of being a pure-blood, my servants, wait until I'm ready this time—" Voldemort's lipsless mouth twisted into a strange and grim smile, "No... No, that kid Harris is not willing to offend so many countries for such a trivial matter as a name, and make the rest of the wizarding world feel that Britain is so threatening... He has some other purpose..."As soon as he finished speaking with a smile, Voldemort's expression became angry and distorted because he thought of the humiliation that the other party had brought him and the statement he had made in the duel, "The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon... Hum... My servants. ”

Recognizing the reason for the other party's release of himself trapped in the crystal ball, Voldemort's eyes became even more humiliated and angry, and he slowly pinched it together one by one with his large, pale hand intact, and he drew his wand and pointed it at himself, undoing his own spell on the name "Voldemort".

After doing all this, Voldemort realized that he had been acting according to the 'arrangement' that Harris had planned for him, and after this duel, he realized that he was no longer the opponent of the opponent Voldemort, and his expression began to be cloudy, and he was forced to think about countermeasures with the reason of his youth that remained in the chaotic mind.

Seeing Voldemort's movements, the voices of the wizards in the cave gradually decreased until they fell silent.

There was silence in the cave for a while, except for the crackling of magic torches on the walls, until the sound of hurried footsteps came from the cave again, and the Death Eaters looked at the entrance of the cave with relief.

Old Parkinson hurriedly walked in through the doorway, feeling the unusual atmosphere, his walking posture was stiff, but thinking of the news he had brought, he mustered up the courage to continue walking, but his figure looked a little more rickety.

"Why are you late again, Parkinson?" Voldemort's voice was cold and slow, and his murderous gaze fell on Parkinson as if it were cathartic,

"Master, this... As if burned by his gaze, Parkinson shuddered involuntarily, he glanced at Lucius quickly, almost with his hands and feet, and walked stiffly to Voldemort, bowing his head respectfully, and finally found his tongue, "Master, I have good news, I have found some information from the Eye of Vicna..."

The faces of the people around them were full of consternation, the Death Eaters let out a flurry of agitation, and the mysterious man was a little surprised that his hopeless mission would be detected by the waste in front of him.

"Master, the trail of the Eye of Vikna is related to the Monte family in Bulgaria. "Parkinson's skin was darker than before in the light of the fire, but his bloodshot eyes were full of panic, and his voice was hoarse and rough," said the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vokanova, the founder of Durmstrang and the first headmaster. After her death, it was the ancestor of the Monte family, Harfang Monte, who soon succeeded him as the second headmaster. ”

"Idiot, what's the point?" Bella scolded, shrieving, "Are you going to give us a lesson in the history of magic?!"

"Ahh It's so abnormal... Master, these together are no coincidence, and I conclude that the Monte family must have news of the Eye of Vikna, even if they do not have the Eye of Vikna. ”

"The Monte family—" Voldemort's long voice sounded chilling, and the torches shone strangely in Voldemort's red eyes, "So, Parkinson, tell me, tell your master, how did you find out about such secret information?"

Parkinson heard the Dark Lord's question, and then he bent lower, not daring to slack off, and replied tremblingly: "Master, Hogwarts had a previous exchange program to Durmstrand, and my daughter Pansy learned about it from them..."

Bella looked very angry when she heard this: "It's been so long, why didn't you say it before?"

Voldemort was also terrifyingly calm, and the atmosphere in the cave seemed to be a volcano before an eruption, depressing and almost stagnant.

"The hosts... I... I really couldn't help it, so I mobilized everyone in my family to help me find out the news..."Under such pressure, the cold sweat on Parkinson's forehead poured out layer by layer, "I just knew that Pansy knew about the situation..."

"Which exchange student did Pansy know about it?" Voldemort asked, looking at Parkinson Sr.'s nervous face, without a minute or a second.

"Lord...... Master, this... This I... I—" Parkinson trembled even more, he stammered and looked up in a staggered manner, Voldemort followed Parkinson's gaze, his cold red eyes met Lucius's somewhat annoyed gaze, his gaze was so sharp, several people next to him quickly looked away.

Seeing the Dark Lord's eyes looking at him, Lucius's face turned pale, "Master, it's my fault, Draco and Pansy are very close, they are almost inseparable in Slytherin..." For Parkinson's .. I just showed Parkinson's the way..."

Frightened, Parkinson suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe. "Master," he pleaded, "Master, please forgive me!

"Malfoy and Parkinson, pure-blood and pure-blood—" Voldemort's calm, chilling voice didn't change in the slightest, and his gaze moved from the shivering old Parkinson to Lucius, and he hissed, "Lucius, did Draco find out on his own when he was in Durmstrang or was someone told him?"

"Master, I have made sure before I came, there is a part of the record in Durmstrang's library that the Monte family's genius wizards are prone to early deaths are also well known in Bulgaria..."Lucius carefully thought in his heart the meaning behind Voldemort's unusual caution today, he understood that his former master had developed some fear in so many encounters, and he was worried that he would fall into the trap of his new master behind his back.

"The Parkinson's family is a little unworthy of Malfoy, but it's up to you," Voldemort straightened up, raised his head, and glanced at the Death Eaters in the cave, and a high-pitched and clear command sounded: "Now, my servants, pack your things, and in thirty minutes, we will leave for Bulgaria." ”

The sound of the magic robes grinding sounded, and the Death Eaters walked outside in an orderly manner, when suddenly a loud explosion rang out, and the roof of the cave was shaken by the loud noise, and some rubble and dust fell down. Horror swept through almost everyone's minds, but before they had time to think about it, they nervously drew their wands almost instantly.

"Fool, one of you is being followed!" Voldemort's hollow red eyes looked like the roof of a cavern, as if he could see the scene outside the cavern, and his voice resounded through the cavern, drowning out the explosions, and then he turned to Lucius and quickly commanded, "Protect Bella..."

Bellatrix looked so moved that she held out a wand on her stomach and pressed it to her Death Eater marker, desperate to know what was going on outside.

There were quite a few Death Eaters like him, and when they didn't get an answer, some of them couldn't help but exclaim, "What's going on?" But the sound of explosions and screams soon silenced their doubts.

"Master, it's all Aurors outside... It's the English Aurors attacking us..."A terrified-faced Death Eater staggered into the cave, the walls trembling, more and more stones falling, and he crawled to Voldemort's feet.

There was a commotion among the Death Eaters in the cave, and some were secretly exchanging glances. The thrilling explosion was mixed with the shouts of the Death Eaters, and the mystery man drew his wand.

"Don't go, maybe Alan Harris is there—" Bellatrix screamed, noticing Voldemort's eyes, and shrank back in fright, "No, of course the master doesn't have to be afraid of that bad boy... But we can go to the Monte family first and then go to Germany... When the time comes, the master will win more beautiful..."

Lucius stared at Bella, who was considered his sister-in-law by his relationship, and he had already learned from Narcissa that the crazy and unscrupulous woman in front of him had frequent nightmares since the last attack, and seemed to have been frightened by his new master—Lucius had been thinking about how to save Bella since he knew that Bella had sacrificed his life to save Sissi last time, but the other party's fanaticism and character for the Dark Lord made him dare not reveal this tendency at all.

"My servants, go straight to Bulgaria if you don't want anything... Let's finish the more important business sooner rather than later, and then go back to England for revenge. Voldemort's tone seemed a little forced, and then he whispered, "Go, Nagini." With that, the corners of his mouth were completely still, but the hissing was getting louder and louder, and Nagini crawled over a little lumbered, the snake staggered upright, and Voldemort's hand pressed against Nagini's head.

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