Voldemort's words sounded like a thunderclap in Malfoy's ears.

It looked like asking for his opinion, but it had actually turned into an unquestionable order.

His chest sighed with relief, and his brain began to spin rapidly, figuring out Voldemort's inner thoughts.

At the same time, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, as if he was stunned for a while.

"Lord Dark Lord, me, going to school?" Malfoy asked, stammering tentatively, looking a little incoherent and not looking responsive.

In my heart, it has begun to be turbulent, and huge waves have suddenly set off on the calm sea.

"Yes, wouldn't you like to go see your classmates. Voldemort said in an uncertain tone, his blood-red eyes glancing at Malfoy.

Then he closed his eyelids and rubbed his eyebrows with his long, pale fingers.

Voldemort certainly didn't mean to show what he meant on the surface, so he didn't care about what he saw as a ridiculous "friendship", which should be just a mocking statement.

Then he opened his eyes, and his hand touched the armrest of the snake's head beside him, and his index finger kept tapping lightly on it, and then he began to say:

"I'm not going to conquer Hogwarts for a while, I'm going to have to deal with some things, some annoying little troubles. ”

"So we also need someone to keep an eye on those stubborn people and prevent them from doing some nasty little actions. ”

"I just need you to play the role of a good student, huh...... Harry Potter, I hope he doesn't become a deserter in the future. "Voldemort meant something.

"I think you're tired after running away outside for so long, right? Draco"

Voldemort said "thoughtfully".

On the pale, spider-like face, there was a rare pleasant expression, and the pale lips seemed to warm a little.

Of course, it was also a pretext that he could get the Death Eaters in need to give their lives when he needed them, and how could he care about their lives or deaths, let alone something that could barely be sacrificed.

Almost all of his subordinates can be used by him as a tool to their ends.

Someone died, and he showed a look of regret, perhaps just because he was missing a useful tool.

Really, the woman who could give him a little pity from the bottom of his heart, who could make such a little ripple in his emotionless world, had also died in Azkaban.

"But Draco, he's wanted now, Lord Dark Lord. Narcissa took a step forward and blurted out.

"Sicy, be respectful to the Dark Lord!" Lucius grabbed his wife's arm in a panic, but it seemed that it was too late, and it was too late to recover.

"It's just a little thing, the current Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, has been controlled by me, and now the Ministry of Magic is dead in name, except for some idiots who can't see the situation clearly. Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood at this time, did not feel offended, and had the leisure to explain.

Isn't it too wasteful to have Umbridge as a useful pawn and not make more use of the power in her hands?

The more he dealt with this ugly woman, the more satisfied he became.

This woman's desire for power was terrifyingly inflated, and now he was completely sure that even if she revealed her identity, as long as it had no impact on her power status, she would not care which side she was loyal to.

Maybe he will move closer to them more spontaneously, and he can't smell the evil smell that comes from his heart on that woman's body.

They're all of the same kind, it's just that Umbridge isn't that capable.

"I'll say hi to her, and, Lucius, aren't you very good at buying hearts and minds, Dumbledore is dead, and this is a good time to gain prestige. Voldemort nodded.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity. Lucius gasped and said excitedly.

That being the case, with Voldemort's assurance, his son might really have some hope that he wouldn't have to get involved in the brutal battle.

"Thank you host for your understanding. Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief.

And all this was seen by Voldemort again.

"So it looks like you two were a little unhappy with my decision?" Voldemort sat back on his throne, staring at Narcissa with a cold gaze that made her fall into an ice cave.

Lucius's body immediately tensed.

Voldemort didn't mind just now, and his gentle explanation suddenly disappeared again.

Now I came to my senses again and turned over the old accounts.

"Huh?" his eyes narrowed slightly.

Stared at by the scarlet eyes, Lucius and his wife suddenly felt some palpitations, and cold sweat soaked the robes behind them.

"Forget it, let's not take it as an example. He said lazily, raising his delicate glass, his lips close to the wall, taking a sip of the amber liquid in it, and then slowly lowering it.

The couple subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The silver serpentine cane that Lucius carried behind him was almost pinched and deformed in the short period of time just now.

"Alright, your son is back to school, and you've been given some tasks, Lucius. ”

"Severus?" Voldemort whispered forward.

A faint green flame scurried up from the fireplace not far away, and then a man with a sallow face and a black robe slowly stepped out of it, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked all the way to the top of the steps, in front of Voldemort.

He kept a slight bow, and in his dark eyes, he couldn't see joy and anger clearly.

Lucius looked at the man in front of him in shock.

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

Severus Snape, now also betrayed the side of Hogwarts and turned against Voldemort.

"Lucius, Severus will tell you about some potions, the temporary main force among our Death Eaters will be werewolves, and you need to collect as many healing herbs as possible on the market, and try to be as hidden as possible so that they don't notice. ”

"Severus, you know, right?"

"Yes, master. Snape said humbly.

"You know this better than I do. Voldemort stroked his palm, not minding admitting his inadequacy.

"It's just because the owner has set his goals in a more long-term position. Snape humbly said, lowering his head slowly.

"As for me, I'll be away for a short time in the future. Voldemort revealed his future movements.

Voldemort was going to find a way to make the Elder Wand surrender to him once and for all.

Hogwarts, after Dumbledore's death, was nothing more than a casual object to be slaughtered, and let them live a few more days.

Those professors were no match for him.

"Teachers and students, now that we have them, the future will definitely be interesting. He shook the liquid from his goblet, then shook his wrist and splashed it on the black-speckled stone steps, smelling the dense aroma of wine, and Nagini curiously dragged his slippery body to swim over, stretching out his letter and licking the wine that his master had spilled.