Dumbledore's fame is almost universally known in Europe, and the White Wizard is so famous that Malfoy can escape from his hands just by being this age, which has to be amazing.

Voldemort's deep voice rang out in the living room again.

"Many people have left us for more than ten years, and during the first war, my loyal, unrelenting Death Eaters spent their days in Azkaban, only to be killed by the Dementors when I was about to rescue them. ”

"Those who profess to be righteous are just sanctimonious hypocrites. Voldemort scoffed.

At the round table, there was another commotion.

But in fact, there are many people here who don't understand what Voldemort is saying at all, and only respond subconsciously.

This is actually a group of stragglers who lack cohesion.

There are dark wizards from North America, dark wizards from Africa, native vampires, vampires from abroad, a large number of werewolves, a few goblins, and representatives of some giant tribes, who gather here at the call of the Dark Lord.

Many of them only know that what they see in front of them is a powerful dark wizard who can unite their forces, and many internationally wanted wizards have also chosen to be here.

Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters are dead, and he has no choice but to rebuild and expand his power.

It turns out that the Death Eaters who follow him can be said to be quite effective, and they can barely be said to be united.

Powerful are Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov, who have mastered many vicious spells and are powerful.

Even if they are dull and talented, Crabbe and Goyle's fathers are from the same academic background as they spent seven years at Hogwarts.

Only now, it's a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers with different agendas.

It's even intriguing.

There were often contradictions among his subordinates, almost irreconcilable contradictions.

The white-skinned wizards look down on the black-skinned wizards, and the greenhearters can only look down on each other as non-human species.

When Voldemort bewitched them, he made a promise, but with his character, even ordinary wizards were regarded as slaves, not to mention these things that could not even be called human.

There are some African wizards who don't even use wands, and it's hard to trust their abilities.

Of course, this is actually prejudice, and wizards without wands are not uncommon outside of Europe.

But there are some more obvious shortcomings of wizards, as long as you turn into a pig in front of his eyes, he will fall into madness, lose his mind, and even say the spell incompletely, they also have a characteristic, that is, Animagus cannot be a pig, if it is, then he will choose to commit suicide.

He also likes to say from time to time: "Ann... Wildly... Ba" is a confusing and non-lethal spell, and it takes a long time to use a powerful explosion spell.

Be the first to blow yourself up.

Maybe Voldemort was just using them as human bombs.

However, he didn't care much about the quality of his subordinates now, as long as it could be used, he only hoped that it would bring enough panic to the people of the British wizarding world.

He alone is enough to defeat an Auror army, this is his self-confidence.

"Alright, you can have a drink, the owner of the manor, Mr. Lucius, has prepared a lot of food for you. Voldemort's fingers rubbed against his pale, sharpened chin.

With a tap of the wand in his hand, "Bang." With a bang, a huge fireball exploded under the ceiling, and the dense sparks were entangled and scattered, and finally condensed into a snake shape, and the tail hung upside down on the original lamppost, illuminating the dim living room for a few more minutes, at least to be able to see the food in front of him.

Later, Voldemort announced the beginning of the feast.

Countless pieces of fresh flesh and beef, and lamb were served on silver ceramic plates and placed on the table without any treatment.

The majority of the members of this gathering are werewolves, and they prefer to eat these creatures rather than cooked food.

As for the other goblins, goblins, and vampires, they also carefully prepared corresponding food for them.

In the large living room, the faint reddish light was better than nothing, and the whole room still looked dark, after all, it was a gathering of dark forces, and it felt strange to make it too bright, but just as the Death Eaters were feasting, a person cowered and hid in a corner of the wall, even out of the confines of the large round table, obviously very uncomfortable with the environment, as if surrounded by vicious hungry wolves.

And he is a poor little white sheep.

The man caught Malfoy's attention as he walked down the steps.

After looking at it and separating it carefully, Malford soon realized that he was wrong, that it was a big fat sheep.

Both literally and by extension.

In terms of the former, he has a big belly, a fat belly, a slightly bloated figure, and a rich face, and evidence of obesity can be found in any part of his body.

In terms of the latter, many casinos like to turn those who come there to give money into "fat sheep", don't they?

Ludo Bagman, a lamentable gambler.

Originally, he could barely be said to be misled. In Wizengamot, he was supported by an overwhelming majority of the population and was acquitted.

Now, it is really inevitable to slide into the abyss.

Maybe it was because of the broken can, and he took refuge in Voldemort's men, and maybe he could eat a bite of food.

The man was now old and haggard, and it was too much of a nerve-testing thing to be with this group of fierce men, and it was only after he and Malfoy's eyes met that he looked at the young man in disbelief.

"You—" His voice stuck in his throat, as if someone had choked his neck.

He was busy dodging debts, and he didn't know the latest news from the outside world at all.

So when I saw Malfoy, I fell into an inexplicable shock.

Then a sense of grief and irritation set in, and he was tempted to ask Malfoy why he had lost.

Malfoy just gave him a contemptuous look.

Then Bagman was silent.

"I don't seem obligated to be your cash cow. He said lightly.

Bagman is only now waking up to the fact that he is no longer the most powerful referee of the time, and this boy is not his racer.

Malfoy is now the celebrity in front of Voldemort's eyes.

When you cough, you will shiver.

Why would you provoke him like crazy?

Bagman was dripping with cold sweat.

And Malfoy didn't continue to pay attention to what he meant, this kind of gambler, just let him fend for himself.

He turned his head and glanced imperceptibly at Nagini, who was wrapped around the foot of the king's seat on the stone steps, and then quickly shifted his gaze.

Nagini was also spitting out its scarlet letters, surveying the people around it.

This is yet another of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Malfoy had just fully confirmed this information.