Deep in the Albanian jungle, in a cold stone chamber in Voldemort's underground base, Rudolphs?? Lestrange used her remaining hand to hold an empty beer bottle and nonchalantly looked at a huge TV hanging on the wall, showing a close-up of Draco waving his fist excitedly after his goal.

It's just that the signal of the TV is not very good, the picture jumps up and down, flickers frequently, and occasionally snowflakes.

"We're too far from the UK or underground, it's all noise... Draco did a good job, this is the first time you haven't watched Draco play, right?" Rudolphus leaned back in his chair, looking bored.

"When I'm not looking, he plays very well, in fact, as long as the Slytherin Seeker keeps pestering Harry Potter, I believe that the score alone can give Slytherin a victory. Lucius Malfoy took a silver-veined mask on a black background in his hand, and was about to say something when he suddenly looked at the door.

Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing a small blue hat, appeared at the door and made a knocking gesture.

Seeing Rudolphus and Lucius in the room looking at him at the same time, Gildelow was slightly stunned, such a gaze always made people feel as if he should not be there at this time, and he immediately showed his trademark smile, "Mr. Lestrange, I'll get the Muggles' supplies today." ”

Rudolphus lazily pointed to a few dirty pockets in the corner, and sneered, "You guy is clever, and you took the initiative to fight for the job of feeding these mudbloods, although it is trivial, but it is better than safety." ”

Gilderoy didn't dare to refute, and sneered, "Lord Lestrange, so that Lord Dorfin Rohr can do something more important." ”

"Did the dead mud get out? Lucius looked at Gilderoy coldly, the liar had wasted a year of Draco's time and made Draco's Defence Against the Dark Arts learning in his second year a joke, not even as good as that filthy werewolf for Draco. If it is replaced by the first wizarding war, he will be the first to deal with him.

"Lord Malfoy, I've already transported them out early in the morning to feed the trees...", after answering cautiously, Gilderoy did not dare to linger too long, and quickly got the food, and did not forget to close the door that had been left open before when he walked out.

"Hmph, this liar. Lucius raised his chin.

"Leave this garbage alone... Parkinson and Goyle knocked the redhead flying! Potter flew too... Slytherin captures the Golden Snitch and Draco wins. Rudolphus pointed to the TV, and a large expanse of green poured into the arena as they cheered and threw the Slytherin Quidditch players into the air, "That little Harris girl is flying well." ”

"Be quiet!" Lucius looked a little flustered, "Master doesn't like the mention of Harris. ”

"You're too cowardly, Lucius, less daring than that liar," Rudolphus shook his empty sleeves, "I don't have any outsiders here." ”

"You should be careful," Lucius muttered, his eyes fixed on the smiling Draco on the TV, and a flash of relief flashed in his heart - Draco deserved to live like this.

"It's time for me to go. Then Lucius stood up and prepared to leave.

"Fuck off, don't go by yourself when the spell is broken. Rudolphus lifted the bottle and took a sip into his mouth, then shook it again, only to find that it was empty.

Thinking of the mission he was about to undertake, Lucius, who had already walked to the door, turned back to Rudolphus and said, "Rudolphus, you have to cheer up, this time I will go to find the hand of Vekna, and I will hear from the vanguard that the ruins have collapsed, and complex excavation and spell unraveling work will be required, and I will probably go for a lot longer than expected." However, if I can dig up and find this magical artifact, I will contact Rabastan and Bella to intercede with the master, and try to get the master to agree to install the hand of Vicna on you... If not, even beg the owner to get you a replica like Bella's. ”

Hearing the nickname of his wife Bellatrix, Rudolphus frowned and his face became even more gloomy: "You just take care of yourself, if the master wants to, he would have done it for me a long time ago." ”

Seeing Rudolphus slump in his chair with another bottle of beer, as if he was not interested in anything, Lucius put his mask on his face, "Rabastan tries his best to behave and imitate your brother in every way, obviously wanting to be as important as you once were. Rudolphs, for your sake, he's beaten several times and secretly says you... Bad words of the wizard too. ”

Rudolphus waved Lucius out impatiently, and the room was silent, except for the sound of Slytherins celebrating on the TV.

Exiting the door, Lucius was stunned for a moment, strolling outside to the surface of the uncharted anti-apparition circle, shaking his head sadly at the thought of the recent brazen behavior of his wife, Nacitha's sister and master. Sissi had said that her sister Bella had inherited their parents' pure-blood fanaticism in surprisingly complete form—more fanatical than the Malfoys, who had been secretly associated with Muggle royalty until the law of secrecy was enforced, but Bella was also the most loyal of the three sisters, at least to the Blacks.

Bellatrix became a Death Eater at an early age, and married her friend Rodolphus Lestrange, a man she didn't know very well, in order to continue her pureblood rather than love, but her friend quickly fell in love with Bella and joined the abuse of other wizards, enjoying cruel pleasure with her.

Although there have been signs of this before, but recently this woman has behaved more and more unscrupulously since Rodolphus broke off his hand, it is estimated that the only man who has received Bellatrix's true love is his former master, Lucius was shocked by her fanaticism for Voldemort when he was in the Ministry of Magic, and Bella's tone of speech to Voldemort has always been gentle, and it has become even more intense recently... But the sad thing is that his new owner Alan talked to him about the state of his former master, and the love object of his wife's own sister is a person who can't feel love...

As Lucius passed by the hole where Muggles were kept, he heard a noise inside, and he looked through the open stone door and found Gilderoy Lockhart, who had just received the food, tending to a mudblooded mother and daughter in the cage, only to see him reach out and put his water bottle into the railing, tilt the kettle and feed the black tea with milk to the two or three-year-old girl whose cheeks were still fleshy in such conditions. Seeing the little girl with her head tilted and drinking water, Gilderoy smiled at her mother and showed his trademark white teeth: "Don't just eat bread, your daughter will spoil if she can't finish eating, slow down, don't choke." ”

Lucius then realized that the other party had distributed his food to these two filthy mudbloods, and noticed the other party's notepad, he looked at Gilderoy Lockhart coldly with his arms around his chest, "Liar, you don't have a subject to write a book, and now you don't even let go of these dirty mudbloods?"

Hearing the sneering voice behind him, Gildero's smile froze on his face and he turned his head stiffly, looking at the back of Lucius who had just turned away.

Gilderoy didn't know how long Lucius Malfoy had been standing in the doorway, but there was no doubt that he must have seen his special care for the mother and daughter in front of him. In an instant, his heart felt like it had fallen into ice water, and his brain was like a bucket of paste, and it was a terrible time for him, and every footstep of Lucius was like a plumb hammer striking at his heart.

After all this time together, Gildelow had come to see how inferior these Muggles were to the Death Eaters, much more real than he had previously seen from the newspapers and from others. They don't treat Muggles as human beings at all. If they knew that they had kindness and compassion for these Muggles, they didn't know what they would do to themselves as an alien.

Gildero's heart was beating fast, he was so frightened that he couldn't move, he couldn't move, his face was pale and he didn't remember for a long time that the direction the other party had left was the entrance and exit here, and that no one had come to him to trouble him and punish him also showed that Malfoy hadn't told anyone about it, at least not yet.

Gilderoy put away the new notepad and stuffed the rest of the food into the cage haphazardly, his tongue seemed to freeze, and his voice was as muffled as suffocation: "I won't come over often in the short term, you eat the rest first, it doesn't matter if the bread is seen by them." ”

A cold hand suddenly grabbed Gildero's wrist, and the mother holding the child looked pleading and wailed in a low voice: "I know you are different from them, you are a good person, at least send my daughter out, she is still so young, she has never experienced the beauty of the world... She doesn't deserve to die here..."

Gilderoy hurriedly used his other hand to break the woman's hand holding his wrist, he lowered his head, his lips trembling: "I'm sorry, Nancy." These people know every single one of you here, and even if I send you out in a corpse truck, you won't survive, and they'll spy on me and dump you on the Killing Vine, which is much more powerful than the Devil's Net..."

Gilderoy Lockhart was able to take limited care of these Muggles within his means, and in fact, the gratitude of Muggles made him, who was used to being adored by fans, feel a little like he had before he was imprisoned, and even took some risks to take extra care of the Muggle mother and daughter in front of him out of pity.

But if Gildero let the Muggles go, he wouldn't dare to do it anyway, and the brutality of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord scared him out - although it was not what he thought, no Death Eater actually cared about Muggles, just like humans don't care about the names of the ants under their feet, it was just Gilderoy Lockhart himself scaring himself.