"My master, you used to give me a journal. You told me to protect it like a life, and I am willing to be misinterpreted as a betrayal by my former friends in order to accomplish this task of yours." Lucius defended himself.

Voldemort used the Dementor to briefly probe the outer layers of Lucius's brain, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Lucius's face then changed, and he said with a little grievance and trepidation, "It's a pity, I'm ...... I accidentally lost the notebook you handed me a few days ago, but rest assured, Dark Lord, I've been looking for who the thief is, and I'm sure I'll find it soon."

Voldemort's venomous serpent stepped back from Lucius, recoiled on Peter's shoulder, and said with satisfaction, "Don't be so troublesome, Lucius. I told Peter to take the diary."

"Then it looks like I've lived up to your expectations." Lucius stood up from the ground, but his head still hung down at the floor.

"I am pleased with your loyalty and wisdom." Voldemort said with a smirk, "You've got my approval, Malfoy. I can leave more important things to you."

Hearing this, Lucius became nervous, and he wished Voldemort would stay away from their home, at least not involve Narcissa and Draco.

"Don't worry, my friend, I know your loyalty to me, and I won't embarrass you." Voldemort's tone sounded like that of an experienced elder, which might have been customary to a stunned young man who had just graduated, but Lucius was already a mature middle-aged wizard.

But Lucius didn't show the slightest disrespect, his head hung lower, "What do you need me to do, my master?"

"Very well, Lucius, I appreciate your pragmatic attitude," Voldemort's voice sounded pleasant, "I remember that you have a lot of identities that you have to respect besides Death Eaters."

"But none of them are a ten-thousandth as high as the Death Eaters."

The viper nodded humanely, "That's true, but now is the time for these identities to come in handy."

"The Malfoys seem to have been the trustees of Hogwarts, right?"

Hearing Voldemort mention Hogwarts, Lucius's heart tightened and he replied respectfully, "You're right, my master, I'm indeed the director of Hogwarts now."

"Good, good. Well, I want you to trouble Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and Capet." Voldemort said gloomily.

"Who?" Lucius couldn't believe his ears, who was the trouble to look for? Harry, forget it, can Dumbledore and Cape move on their own?

"Harry Potter, Dumbledore, and a new professor this year, Calvin Capet, are there any questions, Lucius?" Voldemort repeated, raising his voice slightly. Both Lucius and Peter understood that this was a harbinger of Voldemort's impending tantrum.

Lucius struggled for a moment, and finally asked, "My master, Hogwarts is almost Dumbledore's alone, and I, a school director, have no way to compete with Dumbledore."

"You don't want to?" The Viper climbed up Lucius's body again, sliding over his left arm, "Or are you not that loyal to me?" ….

Lucius only felt that the Dark Mark on his left arm was slightly hot, no, it was the Dark Mark forged by Mr. Capet.

Will the Dark Lord recognize it? Will he notice that I have betrayed him? Or is he aware of it, but has other plans?

Fortunately, Voldemort did not notice the anomaly of the Dark Mark mark, or that Mr. Capet's forged Mark of the Dark Mark deceived Voldemort.

"No, my master, I am willing to complete this task." Lucius immediately changed his tune.

The viper crawled onto Lucius's shoulder to make eye contact with him, but Lucius quickly looked away.

"Good, Lucius. Rest assured, I'm not asking you to complete an impossible task, and I'm here to help. When those things happen, you know what to do. Peter!"

Peter, who was standing aside, came over, small

Willingly take Voldemort's venomous serpent from Lucius.

"I hope that by the time I return to England again, Potter is dead and war has broken out between Dumbledore and Capet. Goodbye, Lucius."

Lucius was a little surprised. Good bye? Where is Voldemort going?

"My master, aren't you going to stay with me?" Lucius asked, feigning pity.

"I was going to stay, but Britain was too unsafe. Peter and I are going to Europe to prepare our next steps there." This was the last time Lucius heard the viper hiss, and Peter turned into a big fat rat and disappeared from the shadows with Voldemort.

Lucius held his breath until he could no longer feel Peter and Voldemort, and he dared to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt and breathe heavily.

"Hell, you want me to trouble Dumbledore and Capet, and you want me to kill Harry Potter, and leave what I can't do to my men, madman." Lucius scolded.

Suddenly, there was a "click" on the other side of the hallway, and a creature with big ears and two big bulb-like eyes on his head, dressed in a tattered rag, walked into the torch-lit area, and he scrambled to pick up the fallen mop.

"Dobby—" Lucius narrowed his eyes as he stared at the house-elf who had worked in his house for years, unsure if Dobby had heard the conversation between him and Voldemort.

"What are you doing here?"

Dobby leaned over and held the mop in his hand in fear, "Dobby came here to work, and the mistress told Dobby to clean the house every day."

The muscles on Lucius's face twitched, "Who told you to come here now?"

"Nobody," Dobby blinked his big innocent eyes, "the hostess doesn't set a time to clean where, Dobby likes to clean the basement at this time."

"Get out of here," Lucius slowly spat out the words, "No entry into the basement without my permission."

Dobby hurriedly picked up the bucket and mop, and humbly agreed, "Got it, master. Dobby won't come in the future."

Lucius looked at Dobby's hurried departure figure, and suddenly remembered that the conversation just now was somewhat familiar.

I wonder if in the Dark Lord's heart, will my status be any different from that of a house-elf? And what about Mr. Capet?

Dobby leaves the basement with a bucket and a mop. As soon as he closed the door, Dobby leaned against it, remembering what he had just heard, "I want to kill Harry Potter!"

Harry Potter is in danger!.

Sher Spirit Tortoise