"Master, I also have good news about this. After much difficulty, I succeeded in casting the Imperius Curse on Bius Kness. ”

At this, many of Yaxley's people looked very happy, and Dolokhov, who was sitting next to him with a long, distorted face, even slapped him on the shoulder a few times.

This is indeed exciting news.

"That was only the beginning," said Voldemort, "and it wasn't enough for Diknes alone. Before I can act, we must surround Scrimgeur, and any failure in Operation Minister's Life will take me a big step back, especially at such a critical time. ”

"Yes, master, it is, but as you know, as the head of the Department of Magical Enforcement, Biyus Kneis is in constant contact not only with the Minister himself, but also with the heads of the various departments in the Ministry. I think it's good for us to have such a high-level official under our control right now. Then we can use them to get Scrimgeour out of office. Akris said with a smile on his face, on the one hand, he respected Voldemort, and on the other hand, he seemed to be very satisfied with his work.

After all, this is a key figure in the Ministry of Magic.

"Whether or not our friend Diknis will be found before he pulls the rest of the men into the water," said Voldemort, "in any case, we won't be sure to take the Ministry of Magic until next Saturday." If we can't catch the boy at the finish line, then we have to do it on the way. ”

"We have an advantage in this regard, hosts. Yaxley said immediately, as if he wanted to be recognized, "We've installed a few people in the Department of Magical Transport, and if Potter Apparitions manifest or use Floo Net, we'll know right away." ”

"If he had some brains, he wouldn't have used any of these methods," Snape said, "The Order of the Phoenix doesn't use any means of transportation that is controlled or managed by the Ministry of Magic, they are suspicious of everything related to that location, and have you forgotten who is in the Order of the Phoenix? Mad Eye Moody, or Sirius?"

"In the face of the master's sheer power, that's nothing more than a crumbling dog," Aclelius said, "and thanks to you, Snape, and our Malfoy, Dumbledore is dead, isn't he." ”

"Yes, even if he is, it's just a little trouble for us. Voldemort said, his eyes flashing with a sign of danger, "Severus is right, they won't choose the Ministry of Magic's mode of transportation, but ......"

"Isn't that better!" said Voldemort, "then he'll have to be moved outside, and we'll be able to catch him more easily." Voldemort looked up at the slowly spinning body again, and said, "I'm going to deal with that boy myself." Harry Potter's plans are full of flaws, some of which are my own. The fact that Potter has survived so far is not so much because of his victory as because of the mistakes I made. ”

Everyone at the table looked at Voldemort with trepidation, and from everyone's expressions, they were afraid that Voldemort blamed him for Harry's survival.

Voldemort, however, was more like talking to himself, and his eyes were still fixed on the unconscious body.

"I was careless, and I was delayed by fatal problems like luck and chance in my perfect plan. But I understand now, what I didn't understand before. The one who killed Potter had to be me, and it had to be me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long, sharp and painful wail sounded, as if in response to these words.

Many people at the table looked under the table in shock, and the sound seemed to come from under their feet.

"Wormtail," Voldemort said in the calm, contemplative tone he had just said, his glasses still fixed on the spinning body above, "Didn't I tell you to keep our prisoners quiet?"

"Yes, Lord...... Master", said a diminutive man in the middle of the table, panting. He had just sat so low that at first glance his chair looked empty.

He got up from his chair and ran across the room, leaving behind him a strange silver shimmer.

"Like I said," Voldemort continued, looking at his panicked followers, "I understand now that I need to do something before killing Potter, like borrowing a wand from one of you, which is important, and Potter always relies on his wand company to fight me for a short time, though I can do it now...... Abandon it!"

Voldemort spoke, an unstable light spreading from his palm, silently, and the space in front of him seemed to be extinguished.

"I'm going to be a wizard anyway, and that's enough, isn't it!" Voldemort said slowly, feeling like talking about a trivial matter.

Deprive a wizard of a wand that has a heart-to-heart with him.

It's all his loyal subordinates, which in itself is easy, isn't it!

All the faces around Voldemort were filled with shock for a moment, as if he were borrowing one of their arms.

For a moment, the scene became eerily quiet, and even Akris was not fighting for the credit.

"Why, no one volunteered, then it seems that I can only choose one myself......" said Voldemort flatly, "then...... Let me take a look...... Lucius, I don't think you need a wand anymore. ”

Lucius Malfoy looked up in horror. His skin was sallow in the firelight, shadows hung around his sunken eyes, and he opened his mouth in a hoarse sound.

"Master?"

"Your wand, Lucius, I want yours. ”

"I ......," Malfoy glanced at his wife beside him.

Narcissa stared intently ahead, no longer with the grace she had seen in Diagon Alley, she had looked malnourished since Voldemort's return, her face was as pale as her husband's, her long blonde hair hung down her back, and yet under the table, her slender fingers touched Lucius's wrist lightly.

Because of his wife's touch, Lucius reached into his robe, drew his wand, and handed it to Voldemort. Voldemort raised his wand to the crimson eye and watched closely.

"What is it made of?"

"Elm, the host. Lucius whispered.

"Where's the rod?"

"Dragon...... Dragon's heart tendon. ”

"Very well," said Voldemort, taking out his wand and comparing its length.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a moment seemed to be hoping that Voldemort would hand him his wand. His move did not escape Voldemort's eyes, and his glasses widened in hostility.

"Give you my wand, Lucius, my wand?" snickered from the crowd. "I saved you, Lucius, and for this I destroyed Azkaban, and I have given you freedom, Lucius, isn't that enough?

"No, no, master!"

"Don't lie, Lucius......" Voldemort's cruel lips no longer moved, but there seemed to be a hissing voice. When the hissing became loud, one or two Death Eaters couldn't help but shudder slightly.

Voldemort was very good at using everything he had to his advantage, including the unusual Parseltongue, and even though Nagini was dead, it seemed that Voldemort still had a penchant for snakes.

If Van Lin were sitting here at this moment, he would definitely laugh at Voldemort's flashy things.

Compared to the past, Voldemort is too unbearable now.

Empty-sighted, extremely confident in himself, clever use of intimidation, and worse threats.

This is what happens when the soul is severed.

Becoming moody and inhuman?

Voldemort tapped it absentmindedly with his slender fingers, his eyes still fixed on Lucius Malfoy.

"I have a question, and I've been surprised by this discovery lately, why are the Malfoys so upset?

"Of course, master," said Lucius Malfoy, his hands trembling as he wiped the beads of sweat from his upper lip, "we used to have a great longing...... And now...... And we still do. ”

To Malfoy's left, his wife, Narcissa, nodded strangely and stiffly, looking away from Voldemort and his body.

To his right, his son Draco, who had been staring at the body hanging over his head until then, glanced at Voldemort and immediately looked away, Draco was terrified to meet Voldemort.

"Master," said a fair-skinned woman in the middle of the table, excitedly, "it is a great honour for you to be here, to our family's house, and there is nothing more pleasing to you." ”

She sat next to her sister, the two of them nothing like each other, her dark hair and drooping eyelids made her look as if she was bearing something, Narcissa sat indifferently and stiffly, and Bellatrix's body leaned towards Voldemort, as if words alone were not enough to express her desire to be close to Voldemort.

"There's nothing more pleasing than that," Voldemort repeated, his head turning slightly toward her, "it makes so much sense, Bellatrix, for you." ”

Her face was filled with joy and tears welled up in her eyes.

"The master knows I'm telling the truth!" was Bellatrix's first reaction.

"It doesn't get any more pleasing than that...... Is it more joyful for you than the happy event that happened at your house this week?" Bellatrix stared at him, mouth open, visibly confused.

"Master, I don't know what you're talking about"

"I'm talking about your niece, Bela Creteus. and your nieces, Lucius and Narcissa. She had just married a werewolf, the same Remus Lupin. You must be proud. ”

A burst of laughter erupted around the table, many people exchanged pleasant glances with each other, and several others pounded the table with their fists.

Bellatrix writhed uneasily, her eyes tinged with menace.

But the Death Eaters didn't care at all and continued to mock Belacritus and the Malfoy family for their disgrace. Belacretes' face, which had just been full of joy, instantly turned red and ugly.

"Master, we don't have such a niece," she cried out to the burst of laughter, "we ...... Narcissa and I...... Ever since our sister married that mudblood, we haven't looked at her in the eye. This little bastard has never done anything useful to us, not even to the beast she married. ”

"So, what do you think, Draco?" Voldemort asked, his voice soft, but clear through the boos and mockery, "would you care about such a little bastard?"

The hilarious scene froze. Draco Malfoy looked at his dad in horror, and his dad was staring down at his thigh, and he could only look at his mom again.

Narcissa shook her head imperceptibly, then continued to stare blankly at the opposite wall.

"Enough. Seemingly bored, Voldemort said lightly, as if intending to spare the Malfoys.

All laughter stopped at once.

"With the passage of time, our oldest family has become less pure," Voldemort said faintly under the silent and pleading gaze of Belacrites, "you must weed out the scum to keep the family healthy, right? ”

"That's right, master," Belraclitus whispered, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude once again, "culled at the first time!"

"You should do this," Voldemort said, "and so is your family, and the whole world is ...... We should all get rid of the corrupted ones until all that remains is pureblood......"

"Of course, we can't keep our guests waiting too long, can we? A pent-up joy gradually rose from Voldemort's throat.

If there are any words to describe it.

The smile suddenly changed to a perverted smile, which was very much in line with Voldemort's current state.

Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, aimed it at the body hanging above the table, and flicked it. The body groaned and came to life, trying to break free from the invisible confinement on him.

"So, do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort.

Snape raised his eyes to look at the upside-down face. Now all the Death Eaters began to look at the captive as well, as if they were allowed to show curiosity.

When the woman's face turned in the direction of the fire, she let out a hoarse and frightened voice: "Severus, help me!"

"Well, yes," Snape replied, and the woman's face slowly turned away again.

"So, what about you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, tapping one of his hands on Draco's shoulder.

This made Draco's whole body shrink, and Draco shook his head suddenly. Now that the woman was sober, he didn't seem to dare to look at her at all.

"But you can't attend her class," said Voldemort, "and you don't know that we're here today because of her, Charelli Burbitch, who has been teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. ”

The people around the table suddenly realized, and a tall, bumpy woman with fangs giggled, the laughter was very charming, as if mixed with some kind of magic in it, and the men around were infected.

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