It's still a dilapidated house on the outskirts of Newport, Wales, but after a holiday time, the leaky window was finally blocked.

"What I arranged for you to do, how is it now?"

Voldemort in fairy form sat on the couch, and it was unknown whether he was too short or too tall, his feet were dangling, and at his feet knelt several black-robed wizards with their faces hidden in their hoods.

After a holiday trial in the Wizengamot, many of the Death Eaters who were captured at Riddle's House were acquitted, and of course they all paid a great price, such as losing their membership in the Wizengamot, such as losing their hats as Ministry of Magic officials, or paying some inheritance.

But at least they weren't imprisoned in Azkaban.

"It's not close. We still need a little more time, host. ”

One of the black-robed wizards replied stubbornly.

"Really? Is it really just a little bit? ”

Voldemort's cold voice sounded, like the cold wind of the wax moon, cold to the heart.

"It's not what I've heard."

"Master, I'm guilty!"

The latter immediately wailed, but soon he had no strength to wail.

He was greeted by a dark green glow.

'Drill the heart and cut the bone'

"I hate deception, it makes me feel like a fool."

"You think you can deceive your great master?"

Voldemort looked at the tortured object in disgust and let go of the hand holding the wand, but the wand was still hanging in the air and still releasing the magic with the title of "the most cruel criminal law", and the other black-robed wizards around him trembled with horror by this scene.

"I can tolerate you not being able to enter the Auror Command, and I can't be the director of the Auror Office, and Dumbledore's old thing can't let you in even if he doesn't interfere. You lost the stewardship of the Wizengamot for your life, and I can be magnanimous and not guilty."

"But you can't even keep the place in the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic."

"Tell me, what else do you have to lose?"

The largest authority of the Ministry of Magic other than the Minister of Magic is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which is divided into three sections: the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command (Auror Office), and the Wizengamot Governing Body.

Among them, the Wizengamot has a transcendent status, as the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic, its members are not limited to one country, and its influence is extremely great, and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot is theoretically on an equal footing with the Minister of Magic of England.

The rest, whether it is the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic or the Auror Command (Auror Office), are the departments of real power.

Theoretically, controlling these two bodies is more useful than all the other departments combined (the Ministry of Magic also has a special department, the Department of Mysteries, which is the top secret agency of the Ministry of Magic, but it is not the authority of the Ministry of Magic).

In fact, it is better to say that they can't even keep the location of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, and the only department that the Death Eaters have complete control over at the moment is the Broomstick Management and Control Bureau under the Department of Magical Communications in the Ministry of Magic.

The rest are only two or three kittens and dogs, such as Auguste Luckwood, one of the members of the Death Eaters, although he works in the Department of Mysteries, he is just an ordinary temporary staff member and only got in through Lucius's connections, and is currently mainly responsible for cleaning the perimeter of the Department of Mysteries.

If you want to blame it, the Wizengamot is too dark this time, and the Death Eaters are too cowardly, they are really willing to give anything to survive.

No way. Who let the hard bones of the Death Eaters be locked up in Azkaban.

"Everything is the Gagerson family's obstruction!"

"Gargson? Names that have not been heard before. ”

Voldemort found no memories of the family.

This family is not even pure-blood in the strict sense of the word, and it is only in recent years that it has been mixed into the wizarding privileged class, and it is strange that Voldemort should have an impression.

"Master, the Gargersons are a subsidiary family of the Caro family."

Avery, who was standing next to Voldemort, whispered.

He was originally treated with the Diamond Heart Curse as soon as he appeared, but now he has not only escaped the sanctions of the Ministry of Magic, but also become a 'red man' by Voldemort's side.

"Caro?"

Voldemort searched his mind for the family's memories: "Is it the family of the Ammycus siblings?" ”

"Yes, master."

Avery explained to Voldemort, "The current head of the Caro family, Richmond Caro, is the nephew of the Amicus siblings. ”

"The recent disturbances were all made by him, and it is said that he now has a lot of followers."

"Hmph" Voldemort showed a hint of contempt on his face, "Wait until I release their siblings from Azkaban and let them take care of the household affairs on their own." ”

Hearing him say this, the Death Eaters lying on the ground shivered unconsciously.

Agreeing to join the Death Eaters is naturally rejoicing, and if not. Then change the head of the house.

"The host. That traitor Kakarov recently found me."

Kneeling on the ground, one of the Death Eaters said suddenly.

"What is he looking for from you?"

Voldemort waved his hand to recall his wand, and the Death Eater was now convulsing from torture.

"Karkarov he said"

"What did he say?"

"Take it easy, Starcha, I'm not going to punish you for what someone else says."

"He said you were a fake."

"Say you stole it. Strength. Thief. ”

The Death Eater looked at Voldemort and said cautiously.

'Boom'

The glass that had only been repaired for a short time shattered at this time, the glass pieces were scattered all over the ground, and the cold wind poured in as if they didn't want money.

"It seems that our former companion not only abandoned his master, but now even betrayed him."

Voldemort's tiny eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Then he turned to the Death Eater and asked, "What about you? What do you think? ”

"Of course you are our great master, it is true."

The Death Eater said with sincere fear.

"Really?"

Voldemort walked up to the Death Eater, obviously just the height of a goblin, but he made the other party tremble with fear.

"But how did I find out, that's not what you think in your heart."

"You're lying!"

He shouted, and the Death Eaters around him were even more frightened.

"You think so too! Don't try to deceive me! ”

Almost every powerful wizard is a master of Soul Retribution, like Dumbledore, like Snape, like Voldemort.

Voldemort then pointed his wand at the Death Eater.

"The host. You said that you would not punish me for what others said. ”

The sound of pleading echoed through the room.

"That's right, I did."

Voldemort smiled cruelly: "But I regretted it." ”

A dark green glow bloomed in the dilapidated room.

A lifeless corpse was left behind.

(End of chapter)